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Jako tugs at his shirt collar. "It is, boy.You’re perfect."
He pins Faro to a nearby tree, then plunges his tongue down his throat.
I can’t lie—I get hot and bothered watching their display of affection.
Faro is a smoking hot little twink, and Jako? Well, he’s silver fox perfection.
Lazaro nudges my ribs. "Those two are a riot. Aren’t they?"
I crack out a laugh. "You can say that again."
ChapterEleven
DINO
I sit in the olive grove with a pair of binoculars pressed to my eyes. The garden barbecue is in full-swing—my best friend Giosuè’s family is having the time of their lives.
I’m jealous, bitch! No doubt about it.
"Holy crap," I grumble, taking a swig of my flask of limoncello. "Why can’t I be with them?"
Here’s my dilemma. I, Dino, Giosuè’s childhood best friend, do not feel welcome amongst the Lucianos. It’s ridiculous—Giosuè’s informed me that all I'd need to do would be to show my face to be accepted into the clan.
It has to do with something I did four years ago—something very naughty.
You see, I came onto Romeo Luciano, the patriarch of the group.
I was but a wee eighteen-year-old boy (barely) when I stripped in front of that sexy mature married man and showed him my dick.
Yes—I shouldn’t have done it! I know, your honor. Forgive a horny boy.
I couldn’t control myself. All week during that vacation, I'd felt Romeo’s eyes on me. He was doing that thing men do where they don’t want to admit they’re attracted to someone so they stare at them out of the corner of their eyes.
I’ve researched this natural phenomenon ingreatdepth. Half the time, men don't even try to stare—it happens involuntarily. Like a muscle spasm. A twitch.
When Romeo’s eyes on me were too hot for me to handle, I cornered him the day he was supposed to fly back to New York to oversee his multi-billion-dollar property empire—and removed my clothes.
All. Of. Them.
I cast them to the floor, then exposed myself.
"God," I groan, clenching my thighs together. "I’m awful. The worst part is that I'd do it again."
Romeo has a certain something about him that does it for me. I wish I knew what it was—if so, I could learn how to overcome my attraction (maybe).
Theonlyreason I haven’t come onto him again is because I don't want to push him into a fling with me before he’s ready. From what I heard, he’s beaten himself up over his feelings for me. His wife Isabella called their sexual relationship quits, and he hasn’t been with a boy since before he met her.
My feelings for Romeo are too special for me to risk by coming onto him too soon.
A rustle in the olive grove distracts me. "Are you freaking kidding me?"
I turn toward the voice. It’s Giosuè.
"Hey, hon."
Giosuè settles into the spot beside me, then shoots me a glare. "I can’t believe you’re not partying with us."
I push out a breath. "You know I can’t."
