Page 77 of Matteo

The smell of tropical fruit hit my nose along with the aroma of stale beer, while I could hear laughter and clinking glasses. Matteo and I took a seat at the end of the bar, and I could tell he was nervous because he continued to look over his shoulder.

Reaching out, I touched his hand, grinning. “Relax, you look more obvious looking around.”

A burly looking bartender with a white towel over his shoulder and a ponytail longer than the Brazilian inches I had on my own head, approached.

“What will y’all have?” He seemed red in the face, and I knew he was working hard.

“Light beer,” Matteo mumbled.

“I’ll have an amaretto sour,” I told him.

He ambled away to get our drinks and I spun around on the bar stool, leaning back against the bar and taking in the atmosphere. There were a few pin ball machines to the back along with pool tables.

My brother’s bar where I bar tended, every once in a while, was a way better joint for sure. The locals probably thought this was high class action as far as they were concerned.

“How good are you at pool?” I glanced over at Matteo who was studying my features. “And why are you staring at me so hard?"

He grinned; his face still shadowed by the ball cap. “We’re trying to figure out how we haven’t fucked you five ways till Sunday yet…”

“Jesus…are all of you so…”

“Aggressive?”

I nodded my mouth going dry while I slowly clenched my legs trying not to remember how his mouth had felt against my core. “Yes, aggressive.”

I swallowed hard, as he replied with an honest, “Yes.”

Before I could reply to that the bartender had swung back around setting our drinks down in front of us. Immediately, I pulled the drink to my lips and took a sip through the little black straw.

Matteo did the same, the beer tipping up and light bouncing off the amber colored bottle.

Looking around, I saw a pool table had cleared. Reaching over, I grabbed Matteo’s hand, and a shiver rolled through my body at the contact. His eyes drifted to mine, even shadowed, I could see yearning.

“Table is free,” I snatched my hand back so fast you would have thought he’d bit me.

Hopping down from the stool, I walked over moving through the small crowd of people. Matteo’s eyes were burning a hole through my dress. He was watching every jiggle and shake of my ass in this Walmart sun dress, and I knew it.

Taking a sip of my drink again, I sat it down on a table behind me and let the familiar click of the balls distract me as I racked them up. Behind me, Matteo was chalking up the tip of the pool stick within an inch of its life.

He walked behind me as I grabbed a stick of my own, carelessly and slowly grinding into my ass with his hardness.

“You break,” he whispered, his voice low and rough, almost as if he were growling. More electricity sparked through my body at his words and at his touch, headed straight for my pussy.

Taking a deep breath as he moved from behind me, and to the other side of the table a shit eating grin on his face, I lined up to take the shot.

“Wait…”

I looked up, drawing his gaze away from the multicolored balls and green felt.

“Yes, Stizzy?”

“You’re always betting Carmine for stuff, right?”

Matteo’s face tensed at the mention of his brother’s name. “Stizzy…”

Frowning, I studied him.

Is he still jealous, I wondered, hoping he couldn’t read thoughts.

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