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"Want to come. Need it. Please." I begged him as I dropped my forehead to his shoulder.
My mouth moved to the curve of his neck where I took to pressing kisses and sucking along his skin. I used to do the same thing years ago to soothe myself after particularly rough days of training. As it had back then, the motion made Preacher turn into a different person. The softer side of him left as he gripped my hips and forced me forward at a punishing pace.I stayed latched onto his neck, my desire to mark him stronger than any type of rational thought.
"That's it, my precious boy. Mark Daddy up. Make sure everyone knows I'm taken. That I'm yours."
My orgasm rushed forward at his words, the possession in them sending me over the edge. I jolted as I came, my body lost to the pleasure he gave.
I could hear him groan as well, and I hoped he was just as affected as I was. I wanted him gone for me, like I was for him. The obsession we had for one another hadn't died with our time apart. If anything, it only seemed to have grown stronger.
If rubbing together fully clothed was that powerful, then what the hell was it going to be like with him back inside of me?
CHAPTER TEN
PREACHER
I just camein my pants like a goddamn teenager.
In fact, I could remember a time when we were in this exact same predicament many years ago. The memory made me laugh as I pulled back to look at my boy. He was a little red in the face, but otherwise he didn't seem bothered by what we'd just done.
"Why are you laughing?" he asked, his head titled to the side.
"Remember the night after we finished the Chinos job?" It was the memory of us rushing into his room and kissing after surviving a gun fight in enemy territory. We'd been so caught up in kissing and rubbing together that we came before we could strip a single piece of clothing.
Dante grinned. "I remember. Feels a little déjà vu-ish, huh? We've got to have a little more patience."
I gave him a nod. "Too late this time. Let's get cleaned up, then I can feed you."
Together, we left the bedroom to go take a shower. I refused to let him out of my sight, not because I thought he'd try to leave, but more so because I couldn't get enough of looking at him. Every part of him was familiar in a way that felt like home. He was my peace, my comfort. I finally felt like a part of me was whole again.
"You have to get naked too, you know?" my boy teased as he tossed his underwear to the side.
I'd been so caught up in my head I hadn't realized he'd been stripping off his clothes. I hastily removed my own so I could join him in the shower. Dante adjusted the temperature, though I could tell he was frustrated.
"Let me help you," I said as I stepped inside the large stall with him. Since Tank and his men were larger, it was no surprise their amenities were built for space. I sent thanks out to the universe for such luck since it allowed me and my boy to share the space comfortably.
Once I adjusted the temperature, I pulled him into my arms and kissed him again. This time was less frenzied. We already knew what drove the other mad, but there was still a newness there. It had been so long since we'd just had the chance to be us.
I pulled back from the kiss, intent on cleaning him. My boy's cock was hardening again, much like my own. I ignored them to grab the soap and get the cloth ready. Once I had what I needed, I took my time cleaning his front before spinning him around.
It was only then that I realized I'd missed something very vital before. My boy had no visible tattoos in the photo Memphis gave me, and I hadn't seen any up until this point. But his back...dear god, his back was a work of art.
From the top of his shoulders to the curve of his ass, not an inch was left uncovered. As I allowed my eyes to roam over the pictures there, images of places and words melded together until there was a story unweaving before my eyes.
Our story.
The place we had our first kiss. The diner we used to sneak away to eat at. The outline of his favorite knife.
Hell, even my name, Daddy, was woven into the image. To anyone else, they might not have noticed. But I saw this for what it was: his declaration of love.
"Baby," I whispered, too choked up to speak.
He turned to face me. "You've always been with me, Preacher. Even when we couldn't be together, I needed to have parts of you there. Our story is what kept me going. Knowing I'd one day get back here and hopefully find you again once my father was out of the picture. I'd think over everything when all I wanted to do was beg Ricardo to put a bullet in my skull to end it all."
Anger swept through me. I tugged him to my chest. "Don't you ever fucking say anything like that again. You are mine, and you don't die until I say so. You can't go before me, or else I'll slit my own wrists to bleed out at your side. Your heart and mine, Dante Romano. We're linked for all eternity. A forever promise, just like the ink on your skin."
He shivered in my hold, despite the warm water raining down around us. "Daddy... I need you."
Four little words.
