Chapter Twenty-Two

Milo’s heart kept a relentless drumbeat that seemed to echo through the cramped car. He stared out the window at the cheap motel they’d chosen for their temporary hideout, the neon sign flickering like a dying firefly. He couldn’t believe it—he and Torres were on the run together, finally free from the oppressive walls of Vanguard Penitentiary and Milo’s father’s mansion. Even more unbelievable was the fact that his sister had helped them escape, defying their powerful father in the process.

God, is he looking for me already?Milo wondered, his fingers worrying at the frayed edges of his seatbelt. A maelstrom of emotions surged through him—relief, regret, and a deep-seated confusion that made his head spin. But through it all, one emotion shone the brightest: relief. Relief that he was once again with Torres. It was crazy. He must have lost his mind, but he felt secure for the first time in so long.

The sound of the car door opening tore Milo from his thoughts. He looked up to see Torres standing there, his hand extended toward him. A thrill shot through Milo as their fingers intertwined, the warmth of Torres’s touch a balm against the chill of the night air. He allowed himself to be led into the dingy motel room, the dim light casting shadows over the worn furniture and stained carpet.

But even in its state of disrepair, the room felt like paradise compared to their prison cell. The air was heavy with the scent of stale cigarettes and cheap cleaning products, but it was still better than the oppressive stench of despair that permeated the prison. And most importantly, Torres was here with him—his presence banishing any lingering doubts and fears that threatened to overwhelm Milo.

Milo drank in the sight of Torres, no longer dressed in prison orange. He wore a white shirt that barely fitted his broad shoulders, the sleeves rolled back to his elbows. His jeans were black, hugging his thighs, and his boots were solid black leather.

He looked dangerous. But Milo had known he was dangerous. That wasn’t a surprise. The surprise was the expression on his face, tentative, almost uncertain.

For once he didn’t look quite sure of what he was doing. This more than anything made Milo sure himself. He bit his lip, his heart full. Torres saw that look and pulled Milo into his arms, but Milo leaned back. “There’s something you need to know,” he said softly, his gaze locked onto Torres’s.

Torres’s face tightened with concern as he searched Milo’s eyes for any hint of what was coming. “What is it?” he asked hesitantly.

“It’s not bad,” Milo reassured him, taking a deep breath to steady himself. “I just have to tell you.” He swallowed hard, his nerves threatening to choke his words before they could leave his lips.

“Go on,” Torres urged gently.

Milo steeled himself, determined to lay his heart bare. “I am actually gay,” he said looking up into Torres’s eyes. “I know you aren’t, and I know…I know you’re only interested in me physically,” he said, stumbling over the words. “But the way I feel about you…if all I can have is something physical with you, then I’ll settle for that.” His voice trembled as he continued, “It would be enough, just for the chance to be close to you. But you need to know that I meant it when I said I love you. And I’m not expecting you to feel the same.”

Milo’s breath hitched as he watched a myriad of emotions flicker across Torres’s usually stoic face. It was as if the dam holding back his feelings had finally begun to crack, and Milo couldn’t help but be captivated by the raw thing he saw in Torres’s eyes.

“You’re wrong,” Torres murmured, pulling Milo closer to him. His breath was warm against Milo’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. A thrill surged through Milo’s heart as Torres pressed a tender kiss to his cheek, followed by a gentle but firm touch that made him ache with desire.

“How?” Milo asked, his pulse throbbing in his throat.

“I’m not just interested in you physically,” Torres said, soft and quiet between them. “I…don’t know how to say it.”

“You don’t have to say it,” Milo breathed, feeling light headed. “God, Torres…”

Torres leaned back to look him in the eye. “I told you, it’s Angelo.”

Milo bit his lip. “Okay.”

Angelo. He could deal with that. He could.

Fuck, why was the man so hot? Milo was trying to bare his soul and here was the object of his desires, smoldering at him in a shitty motel room.

Milo was only human. “God, it’s been a month—”

“Over a month,” Torres…no, Angelo said.

“Over a fucking month,” Milo agreed. “And I am actually very interested in you physically, so—”

“Oh?” Angelo looked at him with amusement, and suddenly his hands seemed to have found the exact spots on Milo’s back to make him shiver. “You want something, princesa?”

“Yes,” Milo confessed, and it came out in a gush. “Please, I just…I missed you, can you please just…I don’t know.”

Angelo laughed softly, and then he did the last thing Milo was expecting. He leaned in and kissed him. His mouth was warm, a little clumsy at first. But then something shifted and Milo found himself clinging to Angelo’s arms as Angelo…just kissed him.

It was hungry, like something pent up had been released. Milo moaned into Angelo’s mouth. And Angelo made a growling sound in his throat, and all of a sudden everything just fit into place.

Angelo pulled him in close, one hand already working open Milo’s buttons. Milo shivered and tried to help, but mostly they got in each other’s way. Angelo made a frustrated sound, and for a moment Milo thought he was going to tear the shirt open, but Milo pulled back. “No! This is Tom Ford, you can’t just wreck it.”

For a moment, Angelo just stared at him as if he couldn’t believe Milo had told him no. Then his mouth curled up in one corner, his eyes glittering. “Better take it off then, putita.”

The epithet made Milo’s toes curl. It had never really had power over him, not in the way Angelo might have thought. But it made him feel wild, reckless, like he was falling into bed with a dangerous man who could do anything to him. And that feeling was one Milo had missed.

“You too, sir,” he said, and he saw the way Angelo’s nostrils flared.

Good.

It became a race. Angelo won, and he stretched out on the bed, naked to his skin, watching Milo with a feral light in his eyes. He ran a hand over his torso, the muscles in his belly flexing, and Milo got the strangest feeling Angelo was showing off for him.

“Fuck,” he breathed, and then he was the one trying to tear his way out of his clothes.

Naked, he flung himself onto the bed. Angelo was on him in an instant. The weight of the man’s body pressed him into the bed, and Milo thrilled with excitement at the raw power holding him down. He squirmed, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as Angelo leaned over him, a predatory gleam in his dark eyes.

Angelo’s lips found Milo’s nipple, and he sucked it into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. Milo’s back arched off the bed, a low moan escaping his lips as Angelo’s teeth grazed the sensitive flesh. The sensation was electric, and Milo could feel his cock growing harder by the moment.

It seemed Angelo had a destination in mind. He trailed down Milo’s chest, leaving a wet path in his wake. He kissed over Milo’s belly, his tongue dipping into the shallow divot of his navel. Milo writhed beneath him, his hips bucking involuntarily as Angelo’s mouth moved lower still.

Milo’s breath caught in his throat as Angelo’s lips brushed over the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. He could feel the man’s hot breath against his cock, but he didn’t really think… Oh! He braced himself, his fingers digging into the sheets as Angelo’s mouth closed around the head of his cock.

The sensation was overwhelming. Milo’s body jerked as Angelo’s tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, and he let out a low moan as the man began to suck him into his mouth. It was tentative, almost hesitant, as if Angelo was unsure of what he was doing. But it was enough to send Milo’s senses reeling.

Milo’s heart raced as Angelo sucked him in deeper. The wet heat of Angelo’s mouth enveloped him, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to stand it for long. He moaned as Angelo’s fingers brushed over his ass, and he felt a shiver of anticipation run down his spine.

Angelo made a rough sound and sat up. He didn’t look Milo in the eye, and Milo saw he was flushed. Embarrassed perhaps. Milo was almost entirely certain Angelo had never had a cock in his mouth before. But it didn’t seem he wanted to talk about it—Angelo had paused to reach over the side of the bed and take something from his discarded jeans.

Oh, it was lube. And then Milo yelped as Angelo bent over him again, sucking his cock back in as if he’d only paused to catch his breath.

God, it was clear what he wanted. His fingers were slick when they slid between Milo’s cheeks. Milo let out a weak moan as Angelo pushed one inside. The sensation was intense, and Milo could feel his body clenching that finger as Angelo sucked his cock. He was lost in a haze of pleasure, his mind a whirl of sensation and emotion.

He let out a low moan as Angelo released him from his mouth with a wet sound. He felt faint. Angelo knelt up between his thighs, looking down with eyes that had gone dark and hungry. His mouth was red. He pressed the head of his cock to Milo’s wet hole.

“Tell me you want me,” Angelo growled, his voice low and gruff.

Milo’s heart raced as he looked up into Angelo’s eyes, and he knew he had never wanted anything more in his life. “I want you,” he breathed.

He cried out as Angelo entered him, slowly and deliberately. The sensation was overwhelming, and Milo’s body trembled with anticipation. Angelo slid in deeper, and Milo moaned as Angelo’s cock filled him completely.

Angelo bent down to kiss Milo’s jaw, his lips tender and warm against Milo’s skin. Milo shuddered as Angelo rocked in deeper, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The sensation was intense, and Milo could feel his body responding to Angelo’s touch.

Milo turned his head, and Angelo kissed him on the mouth. It was deep, confident. Angelo’s tongue pressed into him like a claim. Milo moaned as Angelo buried his cock in him, the sensation of being filled completely overwhelming him.

Angelo kissed him over and over again, his lips exploring Milo’s mouth possessively. Milo could feel his desire building with each passing moment, and he knew he was close to the edge. He moaned as Angelo’s tongue teased his own, the sensation sending shivers down his spine.

His hips rose to meet Angelo’s, urging him deeper. Angelo obliged, pulling back to drive down into Milo with a force that stole his breath away. Milo’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of Angelo above him—dangerous, muscular, and unapologetically masculine. The raw heat of Angelo’s body was searing, branding itself on Milo’s senses.

Orgasm built in him, a slow, steady crescendo that threatened to drown him.

“Please,” he begged, “Angelo, please, I’m so close.”

Angelo made a rough sound and wrapped a hand around Milo’s cock. One stroke and Milo was gone, crying out as his release washed over him. He reached for Angelo, pulling him down over him as Angelo fucked down into him. Angelo’s body shook as he came, a low groan escaping his lips. He kissed Milo’s mouth possessively, with a hunger that left Milo breathless.

Slowly, they came down from the peak. Angelo leaned his brow against Milo’s, his breath rough and heavy. “I’ll never let you go,” he said harshly.

Milo closed his eyes, feeling the words seep through him like warm honey. Yes, he thought. This. I’ll keep it forever.

“I love you,” he said, full to bursting.

Angelo sighed and kissed his cheek. “Y tu tambien.”