Page 40 of Vito

Yet, I can't stay away.

Hugo wanted to celebrate our win today of sending the bloody message to the Mambo Posse that they aren't welcome in the city, and I, of course, suggested Gilly's. He got shitfaced on tequila, and Dom half-carried, half-walked him out over an hour ago.

I haven't left yet.

I'm slowly sipping my bourbon and working on my phone, even though I'm supposed to meet Raf at Vixen's. But I have no urge to leave my Garden of Eden. And I definitely have no urge to see any other woman's naked, writhing body—not that I'm about to analyze that too closely.

I'm horny as hell because I've only been having fist action for what feels likefor-fucking-ever.Going a few weeks of no action is unheard of for me; but going months…well, that's goddamn insanity in the making. I'm hardly keeping it from Raf that I've been celibate for over two months. He knows me better than my brothers do, and I can't have him getting suspicious about mylittle Eden obsession problem. But I can't seem to get my ass out of this bar and away from her.

Feeling like I need another potent hit from interacting directly with her, I adjust my hard-on in my black pants and go to the bar for one more bourbon.

Eden stoically eyes me as I approach. I try my damnedest not to stare at her amazing rack. She's wearing a dark green long-sleeved shirt, and the shoulders and arms are camo. It looks like an army combat shirt that a soldier would wear and implieswarandstay the fuck away.But those tits still make me want to fall to my knees. And everything about her, right down to those sharp, suspicious hazel eyes, kept sucking me in closer.

She leans her elbows on the bar. "Another round of me bending over?"

I hike a brow and give a lazy smile, while my cock jerks in my pants. She usually isn't the one to make the little innuendo comments, but she holds my stare and doesn't back down.

"Only if you're ready."

My comment raises her dark brows and flares her nostrils, and she pushes away from the bar. "You usually only have two, Vito."

I watch greedily as she bends down to grab my preferred bourbon from the bottom shelf. My face is impassive when she stands up. "If you're worried about me as a drunk driver, you could drive me home. I'd let you drive my car as I know you love it, even though it isn't a douche-Porsche."

She smirks, pouring the bourbon, then pushes the glass to me. "Massimo can pick your ass up if you need a ride. Or call a cab like the rest of the world, you fucking cunt."

I can't explain why, but I love when she calls me a fucking cunt. If anyone else other than my brothers or Raf did, even in jest, they'd be bleeding and struggling to breathe, at minimum.

I hold the glass up to her and incline my head. "It's always a pleasure, Eden."

Her full mouth thins into a tight line. "It'sEd."

"No. You're Eden to me, and no one else here. And I'm 'fucking cunt' to you, though I would slit others from their chin to their legs if they dared to call me that."

Her pupils dilate. The reason is a mystery because I can't read this woman. Is it my casual reference to violence that she knows I'm capable of? Or that we have pet-names for each other?

"Vito," she warns, pushing away from the counter.

Without answering—because I won't stop calling her Eden—I put the money for my drink on the bar top. I really need to leave soon so I can relieve the unbearable rigidness and ache in my cock.

Raf texts me again as I get back to my table.

Where the hell are you?

I know you're not at Lexa's because she's been complain-texting me that she never gets to suck your cock anymore

My gut clenches.Fucking Lexa.

Calm your tits

I was celebrating with Hugo. I'll be there in under an hour

Jocinda is back in town. We can three-way; she's in

I had slept with Jocinda before. My cock doesn't stir with any interest in thinking about the beautiful woman who was down for anything.

One-and-done, buddy. Enjoy

You and your stupid rule

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