Page 36 of Fight Me Daddy

"Fuck no," he groaned as he moved back and gazed down. "Your hand around my cock while I piss? Now, that's hot as hell."

"There's something wrong with you," I said, but I gazed down despite my protest.

My cock jumped hard. There was something tantalizing about holding him while he took his piss that made me squirm. It was as if he didn't have to do a damn thing, not even hold himself, because I was there to do it.

Shit. This vodka is making me think crazy crap.

"Are you going to shake? Or stare at my dick all night, cane?"

I coughed and cleared my throat before I shook his cock and released him. "You're disgusting. And stop speaking Italian to me. What the hell is cane?"

Gabriele zipped up and draped his arm over my shoulder. "It means dog," he whispered against my ear before he planted a kiss on my cheek. "Perché sei il mio cane."

I glared. "I'm not your dog!"

"Yeah you are." He laughed, pulling me back as I tried to escape. "And I'll make you bark for me."

I rolled my eyes and stepped right past that sentence that did funny shit to my stomach. "If cane is dog," I said. "What is Te-te-"

"Tesoro?" he asked.

"Yeah, that."

Gabriele raised a hand when we hit the sidewalk. "Don't worry about that." As the car pulled up, he opened the door. "Get in."

I stared at him. "What does it mean?" I prodded.

"In," he growled.

A shiver ran up my spine. Even with the huge smirk on his lips, I still reacted to that growl. It was deep and primal. For a moment I imagined him making that sound against my ear while I was stuffed with his cock before I quickly dismissed the thought. I had put boundaries in place and I needed to abide by them. I slipped into the backseat and he moved in behind me.

"You can drop me off at my place," I said to the driver.

Gabriele turned and stared at me. "Are you going back on what you said?" he slurred as he grabbed onto my shirt with both hands and yanked me forward. “Let’s try that again.”

I stared at him with wide eyes. "Not until you let me go."

"I don't want to," he muttered. "Change it, Calix."

"Fine, fine, you can still come over!" I huffed before he released me and fell back against the seat. "You're a terrifying and crazy drunk."

Gabriele dug into his pocket and popped a cigarette in his mouth. "Ama always said it's because I hold everything in day and night so when I drink, pop there goes the cork in my brain and all the shit spills out." He fumbled with his lighter. "Whatever that means."

I knew exactly what his brother meant. When I was younger, all I did was hold in my emotions until they boiled over. It was the whole reason I got into boxing and then Krav Maga and finally MMA. The only way I let out my stuffed down emotions was when I fought, and having that outlet stopped me from getting expelled from school.

Gabriele dropped his lighter and swore. I reached down and scooped it up before I rolled my thumb over the spark wheel. The flame danced on the expensive-looking lighter and I lit Gabriele's cigarette before I closed and looked at it.

"This looks old," I said, rubbing it a bit. "Surprised you keep anything old around."

"It was my father's." Gabriele stared at it before he glanced away. "He gave it to me when he died. In the will, I mean." He blew out a cloud of smoke.

Frowning, I laid a hand on Gabriele's leg. He didn't move it away but he wouldn't look at me either. My stomach tightened. But what made me stiffen was the way he let out a muffled sound and a shuddering breath. Was he…crying? Gabriele Bianchi wouldn't cry and definitely not in front of me. Right?

"I'm sorry," I whispered as I squeezed his leg. "About your father. What...what happened to him?"

Gabriele turned to look at me before he snatched the lighter from my hand. He shoved it into his pocket, rolled down the window and ashed out of it. I waited, my breathing burning in my throat, but he didn't say another word. For once, he was quiet.

We pulled up to my place and Gabriele leaned forward. "Take off," he told the driver. "But leave me the keys. Have someone pick you up or walk for all I care."

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