Page 16 of Shadowed Whispers

“No.” He shakes his head, sending droplets flying everywhere. Those dark eyes of his glance at me as water drips over his head, and my cock twitches.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll?—”

“What?” he dares me, looking over his shoulder as the last of the guys leave. “What will you do?” His voice is low and ignites a pulse of desire under my skin. “Force me to my knees? Bend me over and fuck me senseless right here in the shower?”

A sly smirk lifts my lips. I love when he plays these games. With my soapy hands, I roll them down my chest until I grip the base of my cock and tug and twist. Pleasure shudders through me, and I arch my hips into my hands. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

In a flash, Teo has me pushed up against the shower wall, his own erection pressing against mine. I love how he feels, his thick dick against my flesh and his hot breath ghosting over my lips. Pressing harder against me, he reaches between us, batting my hands away so he can grip my dick.

“Your cock is going to get us in trouble one day, Leo,” he whispers against my lips, “and we need to stay out of trouble.”

The way he doesn’t care that anyone could see us right here, in the open, is hot as hell. It only drives my arousal higher.

“And I have you to keep me in check.” I let my head fall back against the shower wall, my hips thrusting into Matteo’s hands.

One of those hands comes up to circle my neck as he pumps me harder and harder until I’m ready to spill my seed in his hands. He grips the base of my cock so tightly that my whole body shudders, and the moan that slips free of my lips would tell anyone exactly what we’re doing in here.

I can’t find it in me to care.

All I care about is his hot breath over my skin and the way he drives me to the brink.

“The only way I know how to keep you in check is by controlling your arousal.” He bites my bottom lip, his hand at the base of my cock tightening until it’s almost painful.

I love every rough second of it.

I grip his hips, drawing him closer. He’s just a hair shorter than me but fits me perfectly.

“Are you going to control who I hook up with now too?” I wonder out loud. Honestly, a part of me wants him to control me, to decide who I can and can’t get beneath me.

“If it comes to that, I will,” he promises, his fingers tightening ever so slightly around my pulsing dick, anchoring me firmly in place and promising a mind-blowing release, which is exactly what I want to do—come, that is.

I thrust my hips against his hand, silently pleading for more. “Fine then,” I grunt. “No hooking up with the redhead.”

“Good choice.” Matteo smirks, releasing his grip on my cock. He steps back, adjusting himself in the process, and turns to rinse off. I can’t help but admire the way water cascades down his muscular back before I quickly follow suit, trying to control the raging hard-on I have.

I wrap my hand around the base of my dick, needing release, and I tug once, twice. I’m so fucking close.

Matteo grabs my hands, his eyes like onyx, and he swiftly shakes his head.

“Fine, you owe me later,” I whine.

He just hums in acknowledgment, offering me a smirk as he walks away. “Don’t fuck the redhead, and I’ll owe you.” I knew he wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. It’s what makes us such a perfect duo on and off the field.

I love watching him walk away.

Glaring at my erection, I try to figure out how to get it under control. No amount of visualizing my mom is going to work this time.

Or maybe it will. I flick the head, wincing at the pain, then sigh in relief as it slowly goes down. Matteo’s laughter wraps around me as I shut the water off. One of these days, he’s going to meet his match, and I can’t fucking wait.

Chapter 6

Frankie

The Grotto isn’t chasing luxury. The air is thick with the scent of blood and sweat, mingling with the sharp tang of spilled beer. Stains that tell tales of countless nights mar the floor and tabletops alike, yet its allure isn’t in its cleanliness, but in its raw, unapologetic reality. Here, the beer is cheap and the rules are even cheaper—not to mention the owner, Officer Hart’s twin sister Andrea, owns the place. She secured the job for me with ease, and Andy didn’t check my ID when I arrived in Morrow Bay at eighteen.

It was a win-win situation all around.

Plus, on hectic nights, I double as a bouncer. I relish it because it allows me to employ the only secret I possess, the one I conceal from the world.

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