Your son for Mine

chapter 17

Lucas leaned back, forcing Mario to raise his head. He raised his hand and Mario felt a single finger run down his cheek to his jaw and watched Lucas's eyes as they followed it before returning to stare into Mario's. "What was that for?" Lucas whispered.

Mario let out an amused sigh.

"Luck." With reluctance, Mario stepped back, releasing Lucas who had taken that finger and was brushing it across that delectable bottom lip of his, and shook his head slightly like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

"Luck. Huh?

"Luck, lucasito. Luck." Mario gave him a small smile as he reached out and took Lucas's hand in his. He turned and took a step towards Lucas's apartment but was yanked back and straight into Lucas's arms. There was no confusion in the look that Mario was receiving. Lucas was serious. Focused.

Lucas's voice rumbled. "This one is for me."

Mario's lips were under attack, a vicious desperate, sexy attack. Lucas's teeth were tugging at his lips, his tongue pressing for entry, and Mario's parted willingly. Tongues entwined, caressing, stabbing.

There was nothing gentle in this kiss. This kiss was all lucs. Mario felt the man's hands reach up under his shirt, and he tightened his own hands around Lucas's waist and let them glide down and grab that fine ass like they'd wanted to for days. One of Lucas's hands slipped under Mario's shirt. One traveled up and stroked the skin over his shoulder tickling at his back and the other one pinched and twisted his nipple.

The groan that emerged from Mario's throat was quickly swallowed. He moved one hand up to Lucas's head and tangled his fingers in his hair, then pulled. Lucas whimpered again. Where his cock had given acknowledgment before, now it was standing up and saluting for all its worth. Mario could feel Lucas's erection pressing against his thigh, and he wished more than anything there was a broom closet handy where he could sink to the floor and suck that cock down his throat.

The click of a door brought him back down to earth. With one last nip of the man's lip, Mario stepped back. Lucas looked straight at him; the swirls in his eyes were back, along with a mischievous glint.

"Lucas Dupont?

Still looking at Mario, gaze unwavering, Lucas responded,

"Yes."

Mario's mouth turned up and jerked his head, indicating that Lucas should turn around.

The man was attractive, tall with broad muscular shoulders. He wore a grey suit with a blue tie that set off the blue in his eyes. I fucking hate him. Mario gave him a nod and a tight-lipped smile. "Mr. Mario, I assume?"

"Yes."

"Hi, I'm Agent Marc Andersen. We spoke on the phone.

Can we see your ID, please?" The please was forced. But the man handed his ID over, obviously anticipating the question. Mario looked down at it intently, almost wishing he could spot an irregularity so he'd have justification to drag Lucas away. The ID was real. Mario sighed as he handed it back.

"Mr. Dupont, why don't you come into the apartment with me?" The agent reached his hand out to Lucas, and Mario had an urge to shoot it off with his gun. Lucas looked over his shoulder at Mario, his eyes soft with feeling. Mario tried to smile and failed Thank you for getting him down here, Mr. Mario. We'll take it from here."

Before Mario could open his mouth, the agent had scurried Lucas through the door and left Mario staring down an empty, silent hallway.