“Don’t come,” Gabriel growled, head still thrown back and eyes still closed. “Don’t come. That’s an order. You don’t come before we see Folliero. I want you hard at that meeting, thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you after.”
Ardan whimpered like a bitch, something he’d never really done before Gabriel, and dug his nails into the cotton on Gabriel’s thighs.
Gabriel smirked down at him, and after a few more thrusts, he groaned. His spunk landed on Ardan’s tongue, globs of saltiness that Ardan swallowed like the eager whore he was. If there had been anyone else to see them right now, he might have been embarrassed, but he didn’t care how keen he acted in that moment.
Gabriel panted his way through his orgasm and when he was done, he flopped boneless on the seat with a final groan. “Fuck, you’ve got a gorgeous mouth.”
Ardan swallowed every last drop and licked his lips. “I want to come.”
“No.” Gabriel grinned at him, the bastard, and patted his cheek. “No,tesoro, not until after our meeting with Elio. That’s an order. I want you to come from just the head of my dick in your hole.”
Ardan wanted to glare, tell him off for being a prick, but his cock jerked at the idea. He pressed the heel of his palm down on the bulge in his pants and shuddered at the piercing, pleasurable pain that spasmed through his body. Forcing himself back to his own seat, he opened the custom designed drawer under it, pulling out some wet wipes he knew Sloan always kept in all his cars for situations like this. Except, it was more meant for him and Conall, not Ardan or anyone else traveling in them.
“What doestesoromean? You keep calling me it.” Ardan wiped around his mouth and chin, just in case he’d missed any traces of Gabriel’s cum, before he passed it to Gabriel, who cleaned up his cock and tucked himself away.
Gabriel grinned. “It’s a pet name.”
“I guessed that. What does it mean?” Ardan asked.
“Treasure.” Gabriel glanced away as he said it, staring out the window to the old New York buildings they passed. The streets were crowded, all types of businesspeople power walking down the sidewalks, going about their day while unaware of the dangerous men who drove past them.
Ardan opened his mouth and realized he didn’t know what to say. How was it that he’d hated this man so much? Maybe it hadn’t really been hate after all. He didn’t know what it was, he’d never been able to process emotions, not since George taught him to block them out. It was easier to hate Gabriel than like him.
“How do you say handsome hunk?” Ardan teased.
Gabriel shot an amused look at him. “Bell’uomo.”
“It sounds so exotic.” Ardan ran his tongue over his bottom lip, gaze running down the length of Gabriel’s body. “Do you miss having Italian conversations?”
“I’m bilingual. Sometimes my brain doesn’t comprehend which language I’m speaking. Sometimes I say half a sentence in Englishe mezzo in Italiano.” He grinned.
Ardan laughed. “That’s fair.”
His smile faded. “But I do miss my conversations with my mama and papa. And my sister.” He laughed. “When we were younger, we’d go into the local supermarket and keep switching languages. We’d say one sentence in Italian, one in English. We loved confusing people. On more than one occasion, we got told to go back where we came from.” He shook his head. “Telling them we were born in Odessa, Texas never satisfied them.”
Ardan nodded. “Yeah, you get those. I was born in New York City, but my grandparents came from Dublin. I remember being about five or six and we were at a theatre seeing a play, and they were speaking to each other, in English mind you, but their accents always got stronger when they conversed. I never noticed it, especially as a child. These two women came up to them and told them to go home. I didn’t understand why we had to go home, we’d come out to see a musical, but my grandparents were never the kind of people to mess with. They told these ladies off. Later that night, my grandmother took me back to the house. I never understood where my grandfather went, not back then, but I remember hearing my grandmother tell my father that Nigel wasdealing with an American problem.”
Gabriel snorted. “You grandfather was part of the Killough Company?”
“Yes, he was.” Ardan laughed. “A couple of days later, there were reports about two missing ladies, thought to have been abducted. They were the same ladies who insulted us. I never knew what he did with them. He’d always been a violent man. I imagined he sank their bodies in the Hudson for the crabs to eat.”
“Well, I call that karma.”
“Did your mother know you were gay?” Ardan asked, suddenly curious about Gabriel’s former life. Ardan’s parents had died too young, and he missed having his own family.
“Not at first. She tried to set me up with a good Italian girl, a Catholic. I didn’t want to disappoint her, so I pretended to go on dates for a while. I finally told her I preferred men when I was twenty. Surprisingly, she wasn’t upset. Papa was a little lost for a few months, but he learned to deal with it too. Then they were both trying to set me up with good Italian boys.”
Ardan barked out a laugh. “So what would they think about an Irishman?”
Gabriel cocked his head at him. “Are you planning on dating me, Murphy?”
Ardan hadn’t realized what he said. His mouth snapped closed and he froze, suddenly clueless on what to do. He’d always been careful, precise with his words, and he’d blurted that out without thinking.Fuck. Gabriel was making him do stupid things that he shouldn’t be.
Gabriel laughed and rubbed Ardan’s thigh. “Don’t panic, Murphy. I was teasing you. To answer your question, Irish are Catholic, so I’m sure she’d be fine with it.”
“I’m not very religious,” Ardan admitted. “Sloan asks us to confess our sins at least once a month to appease our priest.”
“It’s a good thing my mama doesn’t know I’m alive then, huh?” Gabriel winked at him.
