Page 229 of Alessio

“Come on,” Corrado mumbled against his skin, “fucking give it to me—I want it.”

Alessio could feel him hard at his back, the length of Corrado’s erection grinding into him in time with the strokes of his cock. In the next breath, he hit that numb place before he was thrown into the orgasm.

There was no holding that back.

He spilled on Corrado’s fingers, and the sheets.

“Shit.”

Sinful, rough laughter filled his ears, and Alessio wanted to swallow it right up. He wanted all those dark, hard sounds against his mouth as he did the same to Corrado that had just been given to him.

Those feelings.

Those sounds.

Corrado needed to have them, too, he thought, and he twisted in the bed. Alessio found him already waiting as he reached back.

“Fuck,” Corrado hissed, lifting his gaze from the scope to glare down the barrel of the sniper rifle. He didn’t need to check the sights again to know, in fact, he had not hit the goddamn target four miles away from the complex’s roof where he was currently perched. Or rather, resting on his stomach with the gun in front of him. Behind him, Nathan, his current trainer, sighed loudly. “The wind is too—”

“The wind is fine.”

“I adjusted the way you told me to.”

“And inhaled when you shot.”

Had he?

Fuck.

Again.

It felt like Corrado had been saying that a lot this last week. Propping himself up on his elbow, he used the tips of his fingers to massage at the spot on his temples that were throbbing. He’d woken up with a headache, the day was half over, and it still hadn’t gone away.

“Fuck this,” Corrado muttered.

Pushing up from the ground, he snatched up the gun to disassemble it the way he’d been taught. Nathan cocked his head, asking, “What in the fuck are you doing?”

“Not this. Not today.”

“That’s not your choice. Get back down there, and do it again.”

Corrado laughed bitterly. “No.”

“No?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Corrado, I don’t know what stick got stuck up your ass this past week, but—”

Fuck that noise.

Corrado tossed the gun to the ground, uncaring that it was unsafe and stupid. He looked Nathan right in the face, so there was no mistaking what he said next before he got off that roof, and said, “Sometimes, people just need a goddamn break.”

Right.

That’s what he was going to tell himself.

It wasn’t entirely a lie, either. From the point he came to this place, he had not gotten one chance to breathe. Not one day to do what he wanted. Hell, he still hadn’t even spoken to his three brothers back home, or his parents. He’d been in Nevada for months, but had yet to see the lights of Vegas.