Page 84 of Corrado

With Corrado.

It was where he found peace.

And happiness.

“Why …” Corrado let out a hard breath, his tongue snaking out to lick the corner of his lips as his hands drove through the longer bits of hair at the top of his head. Out of breath, his chest still heaved from that orgasm. Alessio like that sight more than anything else. He liked knowing he affected him. Why lie? “Why were we doing that again?”

Alessio dropped to the bed beside Corrado, propping himself up with his elbow, and resting his head on his hand. “That chick—the Poland job.”

Corrado nodded. “Yeah … shit, yeah, okay. She was a screamer. How did the talk of the Poland job turn into you sucking my dick, though?”

He chuckled.

“Good memories.”

Mostly, Alessio wanted to make Corrado shout, too.

He’d done that.

It worked.

Why did he have to explain it?

“And I just got back,” Alessio added, rolling to his back to stare up at the glass shard chandelier that hung above their four-poster bed. Tucked against floor-to-ceiling windows in the penthouse’s master bedroom, they had ample view of the busy Vegas city, although they were just high enough that unless someone was watching their windows with fucking binoculars, no one was seeing what they were doing. And if they were watching …

Well, shit.

Alessio hoped they enjoyed the show.

Nightly.

Corrado shifted to his side, and Alessio caught his gaze with his own. Not saying a single word, he reached over and pressed his thumb to the corner of Alessio’s mouth. The pad of Corrado’s digit dragged across his lower lip with the softest touch.

The silence stretched on, but that was okay. He’d learned after all these years with Corrado that, sometimes, quiet was better. It was in their stillness where they found the best connection.

They didn’t always need words.

They just needed moments.

Quiet, soft moments.

Sometimes, they came when neither of them expected it, too. Between bursts of busy schedules, and chaotic careers that sent them both running all over the world doing jobs for The League, and different clients. After the danger waned, and the violence was gone, it was just the two of them again.

They ended up back here.

In their life.

Together.

Quiet.

Alessio knew that from the outside looking in, he and Corrado didn’t make sense to other people. They didn’t have a label. Far too many overlooked them, and assumed they weren’t a thing together. Not that they ever gave people a reason to know the truth, either.

You know, beyond living together.

For nearly five years …

Still, people didn’t know.