Page 58 of Corrado

“Recon and retrieval—Siberia.”

“Interesting,” Corrado replied.

“Could be a month, maybe a little less.”

“Huh.”

Alessio eyed him, trying to find something. Corrado’s tone gave nothing away, and neither did his shadowed features in the darkness. Still, something just felt off.

“Hey,” Alessio said.

“What?”

“What are we doing? Us, I mean. What is it?”

That seemed important to ask.

Wasn’t it?

Shouldn’t they get that part figured out here?

“Nothing, Les.”

Alessio didn’t move a muscle. “Nothing?”

Corrado looked over at him, still as blank as paper. “Yeah … I guess.”

He wasn’t sure if that was Corrado’s pride coming out again to make another appearance at the worst fucking time, or if the man simply believed what he was saying. Either way, Alessio didn’t like it, but he also wasn’t in the mood to point out that for people who were doing nothing … they did it an awful lot, and Corrado still found his way to Alessio’s rooms far more often than he did his own.

But all right.

They could be nothing.

For now.

Alessio rolled over in the bed then, and sunk back into the blankets, ready to go back to sleep. Corrado let him, at first, but then Alessio still felt him tuck into his back when he rolled over, too. The softest graze of his lover’s mouth drifted between his shoulder blades, reminding him that even when he wanted to hate Corrado, he couldn’t.

Not even a little bit.

The air caught hard in Alessio’s chest as Corrado’s arms snaked around him like bars. And then just as quickly, warm, rough hands slipped under his boxer-briefs to find his cock. It took Corrado no time at all to stroke Alessio alive under the blankets.

His mouth, still hot at Alessio’s shoulders, skimmed higher. Corrado’s teeth found the back of his neck while his fingers tightened and stroked him faster.

Dark words hit his skin.

“Like that, yeah?”

He couldn’t speak.

Not when he was already this close to blowing his load. Not when those words caught in his chest because damn, maybe if he said nothing, then Corrado would say more. And there was something wicked and dark in his voice when he was like this.

Something Alessio craved.

There was one thing he found in men that he didn’t find in women when he was in bed with them. Women gave sweetness in their sex, even when it was anything but. Men only gave darkness.

And when Alessio wanted that, he found it. When he needed sweetness, he could find that, too. Right now, he just needed the one.

Corrado had it all.