Page 16 of Mafia Heir's Alpha
“Let’s get you cleaned up, omega.” Rosco slowly took my clothes off and tossed them into a hamper.
His clothes immediately followed.
Then the two of us stepped into the warm water.
Rosco pulled me into his arms again. “I need to get the scent of him off you.”
I trailed my hand up Rosco’s chest, through the dark hair that curled over his pecs. “Please. I only want your scent covering me.”
He growled low in his throat and pressed me up against the shower wall. I opened my legs for him to settle between.
I wanted more of him touching me.
All of him touching me.
My lips sought his, and I opened for him even more. Our tongues danced against one another as Rosco’s hands cupped my ass, then his lips were off mine and he dropped to his knees.
“Need to taste you, Ori.”
I whined but leaned back to give him access. “You were.”
“No. I need this.” His tongue ran up the length of my hard cock, and then he was swallowing me down.
I learned quickly that Rosco was just as enthusiastic about giving blow jobs as he was about receiving them. His hands kneaded the muscles of my ass as he swallowed down my cock.
It didn’t take long before I was shooting down his throat. As always, he drank it down like it was his last meal.
“You spoil me, alpha.”
Rosco was still on his knees, his face resting against my hip. My softening cock was just inches from his face. “I’ll always spoil you, omega. You are mine.”
I ran my fingers through his wet hair and enjoyed the water that still ran warm. They probably had a tankless water heater, wherever we were. “I am yours.” My eyes drifted closed.
Exhaustion hit me without warning, and if it wasn’t for Rosco holding me up, I might have fallen over.
He cradled me in his arms again once we were out of the shower and wrapped me in a fluffy white robe. “Sleep now, omega-mine.”
I didn’t have the energy to respond. He could carry me into battle like this, and I would simply stay wrapped and safe in his embrace. “Don’t leave me, alpha,” I mumbled.
“Never.”
I believed him.
10
ROSCO
Waking up with Ori in my arms and in my bed—my real bed, not the apartment I had been taking him to—was heaven. Ori had been distracted the night before when I brought him home and likely had no idea he was in my real home.
This house may not have belonged to me, it was Cord’s, but it was where I spent most of my time and where I was most comfortable.
I’d selected this room when I was promoted to Cord’s security advisor. The multi-room suite had a large ensuite bathroom, a sitting room, and small kitchenette. It was decorated to suit my liking. Perhaps, when Ori moved in with me permanently, we’d have it remodeled in whatever way he wanted.
Or maybe it was time to buy my own home.
I sat on the bed, dressed and ready for my day. My jacket wasn't on, so my holster was visible to Ori, yet he didn't seem to be bothered by it. He smiled softly at me, his hair still messed up from sleep.
He was naked in my bed, exactly how I preferred him to be.
