Page 140 of The Silence Lies

“You don’t have to reciprocate,” Levi whispers as I slide down his body. My lips trail over his chest, his abs, until I hit the waistband of his boxers.

“You got to taste me, now I want to taste you.” Without any hesitation, I tuck my fingers into his boxers and free his raging hard on. It stands at attention, thick and angry, pre-cum already beading at the tip.

I lick my lips, feeling my own cock harden again at the sight. It still baffles me how attracted to Levi I am. I’m a man’s man, through and through, but for him, I’m a different kind of man. I’m attracted to every crazy part of Levi, even the softness.

I grip his shaft in my hand, grazing my thumb over the tip.

Levi throws his head back into the pillows, a throaty groan slipping past his lips.

My tongue darts out, eager to taste him, but before I wrap my mouth around him, my phone starts ringing.

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Levi grumbles.

“Leave it,” I order, but he’s already reaching for the bedside table and passing me my phone. Before I can even protest, he’s rolling away from me and tucking himself back into his boxers.

I glance down at the screen. “It’s Raf,” I state.

“Take it,” Levi says, leaning down to peck me on the cheek. “I’ll start the coffee.”

Irritation embeds itself as I answer the call. I wish I could say watching Levi walk away in just his boxers eases the frustration, but it really doesn’t. Levi and I have come so far in such a short amount of time that any time spent together feels significant for me. It solidifies my feelings, and I want to explore what Levi and I have without boundaries or restrictions. But the doubts are starting to creep in that it may not happen as smoothly as I want it to.

“What?” I growl down the line, unable to contain my agitation

“Charming,” Raf laughs. “What’s up your ass?”

Not Levi. That’s for sure.

“What do you want?” I snap, pushing up off the bed to grab my folded slacks from the chair in the corner.

“I got word that the docks have been cleared.”

“Really? What about the investigation?” I wedge the phone between my ear and shoulder as I struggle to get my legs into my pants.

Raf silences for a moment, but I can hear the tapping of his fingers on the keyboard. It’s not often he doesn’t have an answer for me, but he always pulls through in the end. “I’m still looking into it. All I know is that everything that was there has been sealed for evidence. I’ve put in a word with the Governor, so nothing will get linked back to Donna Bianchi. Anything discovered is purely coincidental. For now, you can go check if everything is in order. The FBI have left it a mess, so you might want to get a clean-up crew in.”

It’s always chaos when the feds are involved. People seem to think that they have structure and consideration for others' property. The reality of the situation is that they just rummage around until they can’t find any other clues, then leave chaos in their wake.

“On it,” I say, grabbing my shirt from its hanger. I guess somewhere amidst the lustful chaos last night, Levi still found time to fold and hang my clothes. I definitely owe him a blow job for that.

“I’ll keep an eye on things from here, but just be careful. I don’t know if the Verdis are aware.” There’s not a lot Raf can do from his damn bunker, watching screens all day, but I’ll take the offer of his surveillance any day. At least he can alert us if we’re being followed. We’re not in the clear at all, not until the Verdis are burned to the ground. I’m paraphrasing Sera of course, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to scrape the melting skin from Don Verdi’s body for what he did.

“I’ll call the twins for backup,” I reply. “And I’ll tell Sera to stay here until we know it’s safe.”

“Good idea.”

After swapping a few more ideas and confirmations on our plan, I head downstairs to find Sera. I know she went to see Giovanni last night—a thought that should piss me off, yet I know I’d be a hypocrite if I said anything about it. Sera has been nothing but honest with us. She’s made no attempt to play us against one another, or compare us. She’s into us all for different reasons, and I can’t say that I’m much different in that respect.

I can’t seem to fight the smile at that thought as I head towards the pool house. I knock twice before I hear Sera’s voice. It’s sweet and soft, pulling me in almost immediately.

As soon as I step into the bedroom, my eyes land on her. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the softness of her features after she’s just woken up. She’s like a goddamn angel with a heart of fire. She could burn and soothe you all with the same touch, and I’d gladly suffer the pain if it meant I got to look at her once more.

“Hey,” she rasps, a sleepy smile on her lips. She reaches out to me with her hand outstretched and I can’t help but smile back.

“So, this where you’ve been hiding?” I perch on the edge of the bed, running my fingers over her cheeks. It’s like deja vu, being in this room again, stroking her soft cheek while ignoring the jealousy swimming beneath the surface. There’s no room for jealousy here anymore. We’re all sharing now, and that means pushing aside any thoughts or feelings about who gets to spend time with who. This dynamic has to work on all levels.

“I’d hardly call this hiding,” Sera remarks, turning her head to kiss my palm. “Are you mad?”

I lean down, running my nose along hers. “I’m jealous,” I admit, even though I just received the most mind blowing head from her second in command. “But I’m also slightly turned on by the fact you’re naked underneath those sheets.”

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