Page 23 of Tides of Love

Drool leaked from the seal of his lips, coating his chin and fingers. It was messy and perfect.

Antonio’s hips pressed up, little aborted movements that showed his effort to hold back and his desperation. Lucky’s fingers curled against the alpha’s thighs, bracing himself. The sounds in his ears were obscene. His own whines and moans and suckling noises made his cheeks burn. But it was the growls and cut of pleas spilling from Antonio’s lips that drove him.

Just as his jaw began to ache from the girth, Antonio’s fingers tightened in his curls.

“Lucky, fuck—” Bit off words that never fully formed were drowned by a growl, “I’m gonna…”

That was all he needed to know. With mounting excitement and a need that burned past reason, Lucky sucked and licked and swallowed with a singular goal. He was going to make Antonio come undone. He was going to savor the taste of his fall. And he was going to revel in the knowledge that it was his mouth, his scent, his existence that made Antonio crumble so beautifully.

He felt Antonio’s cock twitch against his tongue just before the alpha spilled down his throat. Lucky swallowed as much as he could, some escaping his lips and dripping from his nose. He rubbed his thighs together. Antonio’s scent and the salty, hot taste was overwhelming…

Slowly, when Antonio’s hold on his hair relaxed and the man was left slumped and breathing heavily on the bench, Lucky pulled off. He swallowed thickly to make sure he didn’t miss a single drop. Antonio released his hair to cup his cheek, brushing the remnants of cum from his face with a thumb. “You’re…”

It was nice to have Antonio at a loss for words. “Good?”

“Incredible.” Antonio finished instead. “You consume me, Lucky. My thoughts, my dreams, I—”

A pounding knock cut Antonio’s words off.

“Lucky! Other people need to use the locker room, stop fooling around with your boyfriend and get dressed!” Jack’s voice carried through the door.

Groaning, Luck pressed his forehead to Antonio’s thigh. He swallowed a few times, wiping his nose. Jack banged on the door again. “I’m coming! Go away, Jackie!”

“Yeah I bet you’re coming.” Jack’s rebuttal made his cheeks burn, “Hurry up!”

“I’m so sorry…” Lucky grimaces, looking up at Antonio. “He’s always a pest, worst timing in the world, really.”

Antonio laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, just wait until you’ve had a few run-ins with Mateo. But… I do like that Jack keeps calling me your boyfriend.” There was something hopeful in the way Antonio said it, in the way he cupped Lucky’s cheeks with fingers that trembled.

They hadn’t defined the relationship. The meet ups, the texts, that night of passion… Dates for sure, lust of course, what came next seemed so natural and utterly unavoidable in the best way. “You are. We are. Dating, that is…” Lucky stumbled through the words only to be brought up into a searing kiss.

“It’s unfortunate we don’t have more time…” Antonio sighed, pressing another kiss to his forehead as if the idea of not touching him was physically painful.

“Soon, I promise.” He really couldn’t go much longer without a repeat of that first night.

They were cut off by another pounding knock. Lucky was really about to strangle his twin. Of all the times… “Dad says to bring him by for dinner! He’s making Lasagna!”

Lucky covered his face with both hands as Antonio just laughed.

“The Wilde family is aptly named, aren’t they?” Antonio tucked himself away and helped Lucky to his feet. He squeezed the alpha’s hands, going on tiptoe to kiss his cheek.

“You have no idea.”

14

Antonio

Despite Lucky’s insistence that he was dressed fine and needed no gift in hand, Antonio felt like a frog in a frying pan. Everything was utterly wrong. The few times he made it to the ‘meeting family’ stage, he’d been given strict instruction on what to wear, what to bring, and where to be. The Wilde family seemed to have no such pretense.

Lucky navigated him over the river and through the sprawling residential district of Rosaria. Of the many major towns on the island, Rosaria remained strictly dedicated to its quiet connection to nature. It was hard to believe the airport was just two hours away.

“You can park here and then we’ll walk up. Dad’s truck does a good job of taking up the whole driveway.” Lucky pointed to the left side of the road.

He parked under a tree. Sunset turned the fronds black against the rich orange sky. It was a beautiful evening, and he was about to formally meet Lucky’s family for the first time. And he didn’t have a gift.

His spiraling thoughts were cut off by Lucky’s hand curling around his own. With fingers laced together, he squeezed the omega’s smaller hand and pulled him close. He pressed a kiss to the top of Lucky’s head. “I’m afraid of what your father thinks of me.”

Teague Wilde was a real celebrity.