“Amore mio, I told you Rosario’s pizza is Neapolitan style. The crust is too thick.” Marco’s words are chiding, but he’s all googly-eyes for him—as much as a cutthroat mobster can be—as he pulls him in his arms…again. Is there a magnet between them that forces their bodies to collide?
“Cantuccio is closed on Tuesdays.” Fly cups his face, and he kisses his bearded chin while the mobster’s palm slides on my friend’s ass.
Really? Am I the only one left to hang dry here?
“Is it already fucking Tuesday, my Butterfly? Timeflieswhen I’m with you.”
Fly giggles at the lame joke. “How can it not? You are so handsome.”
I proceed to put the half-melted ice cream in the freezer when the kissing sounds start. I’d normally be into watching, but not when I’m so pent up.
“Do they make Purell for ears?” I ask the universe.
“Like a damn married couple already,” I hear Luca muttering. “You two want to be alone? Then get out!”
“Are you wearing an asshole suit or is it coming from deep within?” Fly turns to Luca.
“Aww. That’s what I told him, too!” I smile at him. We move toward each other—Fly a little slower since Marco doesn’t let him go easily—and we hug.
“Jack Enzino’s son is Fly’s friend.” Luca’s yesterday’s news sounds incredulous.
“You thought it was a lie?” I aim a glower his way.
“It’s a pain in the ass, that’s what it is.” The cold anger is back at full speed now.
I let Fly go and sit on the sofa. He unsurprisingly walks back to Marco.
“You are frowning. What is it, Mr. Suit? Another migraine?” My friend runs his fingers through Marco’s hair and starts massaging his scalp.
“No,amore.But don’t stop,” he rumbles contentedly.
Gag. Too sugary for my palate—oh, who am I kidding?
“What is it?” I hear Luca saying.
When I look up, he’s staring at me. That takes me by surprise.
“Oh, nothing. My stomach is burning,” I lie. I don’t want to tell him I’m feeling a little envious of all the intimate moments Fly is exchanging with his beau.
“The pizza will be here soon,” Fly lets me know.
“But I’m craving something else inside me first.” I look up to Luca just as he drops an open bag of Twizzlers on my lap. “I’m so damn horny. If I explode now, all that's going to come out is jizz and more jizz.”
“That’s a very vivid image.” Fly bites his lower lip, mirth dancing in his gray eyes.
“Stop traumatizing…everyone else,” Luca scolds me.
Not him? Interesting.
“You have no fucking filter,” Marco states.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” I retort, biting hard on a red candy. I wish he had some strawberry jam to dip it into. I wish I could dip Luca’s dick into me.
“Luca’s birthday is in two days,” Fly says. My head snaps his way. “What? This is something you didn’t know.”
Luca’s groan is filled with annoyance. I like that.
“How old will you turn, baby boy? A hundred and asshole?” I tease with a devilish smirk.