Page 81 of My Pucking Crush
“Can you tell me about the work you want to do for the people in Manhattan?”
He tilts his head, his jaw twitching. “My wife never asked me what I did for her brother. Specifically. Never cared.”
“I care.”
He smiles. “One of the families runs underground gambling halls. The places are secure. Playing is invite-only. Cameras everywhere. I’d like to take care of collections for them, so I can move around a lot.”
“Isn’t gambling legal now in New York?” I ask.
“Electronic games went legit years ago. Not table games. That’s why Daria is still underground.” He grumbles, cursing himself. “Max, I swear, erase that name from your brain.”
“What name?” I smile and cross my legs. “No one’s ever tried to fuck with these guys?”
“No,” he chuckles.
“Why?” I lean forward, truly interested.
“Rarely do five families bond the way they have.”
“How have they bonded?”
He holds a hand in front of his face for a minute, then he says, “Four heads of the five families are male and they’re all married to a lady boss of the primary family.”
“Wait.” Something catches in my throat. “Four mafia bosses married four sisters from one family?”
“Close. One daughter of a don, who’s dead. She married all four mafia bosses. Just her.”
My brain spazzes out on that one. “Come again?”
“I’m sure there’s plenty of that with four dudes and one lady.”
I did hear right. I don’t bother asking how that works since I know plural marriage is illegal in every state.
“The guys... Uh... They mess around, too,” Lucaadds, grinning. “With each other.”
Just when I thought this conversation couldn’t get any more interesting. “Really?”
Then something sinks in. Getting to my feet, I stand over Luca. Jealousy coils up my spine. I grip his hair and push my track pants down. “Do I have to punish you for going behind my back to get laid?”
He grips my cock. “They only fuck each other. Not that I would have joined them if they asked me.”
“You’ve been out all night with a potential new boss who’s also gay.”
“Two. And they’re bi. Married to a woman.” He brings his face to my cock.
“Ouch,” I choke out, feeling his teeth graze along my length.
“Do I have your attention?”
“Yeah. Suck me. Please.” My breathing goes ragged and when he closes his lips around my dick, I forget everything else.
AN HOUR LATER, WE’REin my shower, kissing, cleaning all the lube off from us fucking for an hour.
“What’s the plan for the rest of the day?” I ask.
“More of this.” He grabs my cock.
“The game starts at 7. I need to watch it.” I tense up, and I can see he thinks I’m pushing him away.
