TONY: Book 1 of The De Luca Brothers Series [COMPLETED]

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"I've missed you," he mumbles into the crook of my neck, his hot breath sending shivers of anticipation throughout my body and a hum to resonate from my throat. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his wide torso, loving the way we fit so perfectly; as if we were made for each other.

Currently, we're in a cheap hotel with a king size bed, en suite and a strange smell- but we couldn't wait. After our little encounter, we laughed it off, somehow finding the light in the darkness, truly appreciating what we have- mainly because he didn't have it.
He couldn't understand the hidden feelings between us, even if we haven't truly said them, we just know. Or at least I do.

"What are you thinking about?" He mumbles into my neck, gently sucking and nipping the skin.

"Nothing," I quickly and breathlessly reply, despite the doubt slowly flickering in.

"Don't lie to me," he murmurs, dragging his lips to my throat, electricity shooting at the touch. He looks me dead in the eye and raises a heavy brow, "I don't like liars, Zachary."

"Whatcha' gonna do about it?" I tease, my heart beat racing.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" With that, he completely removes himself off of me and I frown at the sudden cold air that envelopes me. I sit up and pout as he gets up from the bed and slowly smirks at me. The dark, sensual glint in his eyes have me pausing: what the fuck is he gonna do?

Slowly, he picks at the hem of his shirt, slowly -oh so slowly- taking it off, inch by inch revealing his gorgeous gold tan and ripped stomach that makes even the straightest of men drool over. I do that. Eventually, he chucks the shirt in the corner, muscles working like an oiled machine as they flex underneath his smooth skin.

"Tony," I whisper. "Come to bed."

"I don't know Zachary," he growls. "I'm not sure if I want to share a bed with a liar."

I swallow, trying to defend my pride. I don't need to have sex; I don't need to feel his warm, muscular arms wrapped around me as his thick cock penetrates me and he whispers words of encouragement in my ear- hell no do I need that. Nor do I have a raging hard on and my name is Peter.

He unzips his jeans and I swear, my heart stops. Like a fucking tortoise, he begins pulling them down, over his massive bulge and his briefs, as well as his thick, hairy legs. I drool.

"Have something to say?"

"I-it's," I blush. "Embarrassing."

"Nothing you can do is embarrassing to me Zachary," he whispers huskily, kicking off his jeans for around his ankles. He stands there proudly, almost naked.

God, if he could only take off that last layer...

"Zachary," he coerces. "Tell me."

I sigh and scrub my hands over my face, "What are we? You said I was your boyfriend and now that we're not in the public eye- what are we?"

He pauses, "What do you want us to be?"

"More than friends I suppose," I mumble. "I feel strong things for you."

"Me too."

We stare at each other.

"Tony," I swallow the lump forming in my throat. "Will you be my boyfriend?"

He frowns, "I wanted to ask that." I grin a toothy grin and pat the spot next to me. He crawls onto the bed and pins me between his arms once again, my back laying flush and his face inches apart. Our breaths mix together due to the pure intensity of our current situation. "Will you?"