Run This Town 03 - (Watch Me) Unmask You (21 page)

His husband looked at it then lifted his chin to glare at Elias.

Elias held his gaze.

Violence swirled around them. If that was what Lucky needed, Elias would give it to him. What he would not give was a divorce. He watched Lucky, watched the anger and the hurt and the pain. Watched them swirl in Lucky’s eyes.

“I fucking loved you,” Lucky whispered brokenly.

The words snapped something in Elias, and he was moving.

Lucky was moving too.

They met in the middle, Lucky’s hands on Elias’s face. Then his mouth on Elias’s and they were kissing, devouring, consuming each other. Elias shook, grief and fear battering him like hurricane force winds. He shuddered and Lucky trembled too. Elias tasted his blood, licked it up from Lucky’s lips. Lucky’s hands on his faced, his body pressed to Elias. It was hard and laced with anger and pain, but it was them. So Elias went with it, pushing Lucky into the wall, lips roaming his face before dipping to his throat.

Lucky’s hands went to his jeans, shaking, fighting to undo the button and tug the zipper down. Elias grunted and slammed his hips up against Lucky, lodging a thigh between Lucky’s, rocking on him. The kiss was potent, combustible, and Elias sank into it, loving it, embracing it as Lucky released his cock and touched him.

“This isn’t forgiveness,” Lucky spoke into his mouth. He stroked Elias with a rough, dry palm, pulling his shaft with tight, angry jerks. He bit Elias’s bottom lip, made him groan high and long. “This isn’t absolution.”

Elias lifted his head, doing a cursory search of the bathroom. He spotted a tube of lube and released Lucky long enough to grab it. Whose place was this anyway? He had to remind himself to ask Israel later.

Lucky squeezed him, and Elias pushed into his palm, undoing Lucky’s jeans and circling his hard dick. “What is it then?” He didn’t wait for an answer, licking his way back inside Lucky’s mouth as he got his fingers wet with Lucky’s pre-cum before bringing them to his ass and pushing a finger in.

“Ah!” Lucky’s head went back and Elias fell on him, ramming another finger into his tight hole, tunneling in to make way for his cock, so needy.

“Tell me what it is, Lucky.” He pulled away, lips curling when Lucky whimpered in protest and shoved him, face-first, back into the wall. He pushed those fingers back into Lucky’s tightness, breath shuddering when those muscles clutched him, molded around him.

Tight. The tightest fucking hole.

He squeezed out a huge glob of lube into his palm then dropped the tube to the floor before slicking up his cock and fingers. Using his upper body to keep Lucky’s bucking body still, Elias stroked himself once, twice, teeth gritted before he brought the flared crown to Lucky’s hole and dove in.

“Fuck. Fuck.” Lucky’s ass massaged him, the movements a dichotomy, pulling him in, pushing him out, as Lucky’s nails scraped the wall. “Oh God.”

Elias bent and sank his teeth into Lucky’s shoulder as he pulled out and slammed in. His body bowed under the pained pleasure, raw and untamed. He fought to stay upright, knees knocking, Lucky’s body writhing under him, ass pushing back to yank him deeper.

Elias sank his nails into Lucky’s hips, clawing at him, rough snarls escaping from him as he pistoned in and out of Lucky. His husband was loud, his pants echoing with every slam of Elias’s hips.

“This.” Elias set a harsh, punishing stroke, and Lucky’s voice rose higher and higher. “This is love.” He tongued Lucky’s ear, dipped inside and Lucky shivered, ass muscles contorting around Elias’s dick, massaging him deep, opening his pores. “This is love,” he bit out. “This is where love is. Real love.” He pulled out then pounded back in. “Good love. The best fucking love.” He nipped Lucky’s lobe then sucked it into his mouth, soothing the burn before scraping his teeth down the length of his neck, teasing the tendons there. “Mine.” Thrust. “Yours.” Thrust. “Our love, Lucky. I don’t have to look for it.” He rose on his tiptoes, swiveling his hips, smirking when Lucky’s breath caught and he went wild, pushing back for those sharp strokes. “It’s here.”

He sank his teeth into Lucky’s nape, deep. He wouldn’t fucking apologize for wanting his marks there. Lucky yelled, body shuddering, a hand flying out to grab onto Elias’s hips.

“Oh God. Fuck. Oh G—” The word gurgled in Lucky’s throat when Elias reached in front and pulled on his wet cock with his left hand.

“What the hell is go— holy shit!”

Elias didn’t even spare a glance to the sudden third voice in the room. He focused on slamming into Lucky. Mouth to his ear, he snarled. “I want your cum all over my wedding ring, slicking it up. Make it wet for me.” He licked Lucky’s cheek, drenching him in his saliva. “Soak it for me.”

Lucky’s head fell back onto his shoulder.

“Fuck me, Lucky. Make me lose my fucking mind for you.” He punished Lucky, working out his fears on his ass. Each stroke brought him that much closer to exorcising his demons. “I don’t gotta tell you how the feel of your ass around my dick makes me lose my breath.” He pulled out and Lucky staggered. “Turn to me.”

Lucky did, slowly, but he faced Elias, eyes closed.

Elias didn’t look, but he knew they had an audience. He heard the heavy breathing that didn’t belong to him or Lucky. He didn’t look to see who it was, Israel or Reggie.

“Eyes open.”

Lucky’s lashes fluttered. His pupils were for shit, blown to smithereens, face flushed, lips swollen.

“We have an audience, 
mijn schat
.”

Lucky’s eyes widened. His gaze flickered to the side and he stiffened.

“No.” Elias grabbed his jaw, brought his gaze back to him. “Eyes on me, legs around my waist.”

Lucky’s tongue darted out, licked his bottom lip and Elias bent with a groan, sucking on that lip, erection painful.

“Legs around my waist. Gonna fuck you with an audience and you’re gonna cum for me,” he whispered. “All for me.”

Back against the wall, Lucky’s legs lifted, circled Elias’s waist and Elias palmed his ass, bringing his cock back where he wanted to be.

“This isn’t—”

“I know.” Elias stabbed his tongue deep, kissing away the half-hearted protests. “We already agreed on what this is.” He dipped, bent his knees and guided himself back inside.

Lucky’s breath hitched and he clung to Elias’s shoulders, head falling back, mouth agape. Elias rolled his hips, eyes sliding shut at the indescribable pleasure.

He slammed in and Lucky growled. His nails dug into the flesh of Elias’s shoulder, leaving a burn that traveled all the way down to settle in his balls. They pulled tight. The muscles in his thighs ached, and his back protested all the strenuous activity, but he wasn’t stopping. His life depended on it.

“Open your eyes,” he panted into Lucky’s mouth. “Look.” He gestured with his head when Lucky unfocused gaze met his. “Watch them watch us.” And he reared back and thrust in.

Lucky’s muscles fought him, and Elias didn’t think he’d win. He wanted to last, wanted to prolong it, but the fuck was too sweet, Lucky’s ass too hot and tight. Fiery sweat burned his hairline, orgasm clawing at him. He was ready to tap out, call it over. Lucky’s gaze alternated between looking over his shoulder at their audience and falling on Elias’s face.

Their audience excited him. Elias saw it in the extra sheen in his eyes, felt it in the way his ass muscles tried to fucking smother him. He dropped his hands, palmed Lucky’s butt cheeks and went to work on him.

Hard and fast.

Lucky’s shouts ratcheted up. Climbing higher and higher, nails fully embedded in Elias’s shoulder. Elias winced, but that pain quickly melted into pleasure, the kind that grayed his vision, knocked out his hearing and had him focusing on the eyes that bored into him, the lips that parted for him, mouthing his name, the ass that clung to him, impeding his retreat.

“Fuck.” The severe shaking started in his knees and soon affected his entire body. “Lucky.” He took Lucky’s mouth, held his face in his hands as Lucky shook and trembled for him. “Come for me,” he murmured into Lucky’s mouth. “Come, Lucky.” He reached between them, grasped the slippery hard cock trapped between their bodies and tugged. Hard. Twisting his wrist and pushing his thumb into Lucky’s slit while the other man bucked and screamed out his release.

Lucky came, hot cum spilling out onto Elias’s hand and splashing over his wedding ring. He let go at the visual, slamming into Lucky so hard his body slid up the wall.

Over and over, he buried himself in his husband’s body, face mashed in the crook of his shoulder. Body shuddering as Lucky rolled his hips, ass quivering. He gave everything he had, poured himself into Lucky, emptied his seed in him, and just as Lucky’s body went limp, Elias dropped to his knees.

“Holy shit.”

He kept forgetting their audience.

He pushed his face between Lucky’s thighs, draping a leg over his shoulder as he licked up his cream. He moaned and Lucky grabbed a fistful of his hair, ramming his ass back onto Elias’s hungry mouth. Their sounds were music to his ears as he slurped his cum from Lucky’s hole. He remained there, Lucky’s hold on his hair more than a little painful, until Lucky slumped forward then he pressed a kiss to the inside of Lucky’s thigh, nosing his softening dick.

Time stood still. He sat on the bathroom floor, the tiles cold against his skin, with his face buried in Lucky’s ass. The sight they must make.

And Elias didn’t have one fuck to give. Not now. Lucky had taken them all.

Elias finally made himself move after God knew how long. Lucky was slumped against the wall, head thrown back, eyes closed, his Adam’s apple working. And with the bathroom door on the floor, Elias was able to see into the adjoining bedroom.

Israel and Reggie stood there. Or more accurately, they were braced against the wall, Israel looking scandalized, Reggie smirking with arousal bright in his eyes. Both of their jeans were tented.

“Seen your fill?” Elias didn’t look at them as he pulled Lucky into his embrace and cupped the back of his head.

“That was hot,” Reggie said.

“Fucked,” Israel spoke up.

“But hot.”

Scooping a silent Lucky up into his arms, Elias turned and glared at the men. “Aren’t you two on babysitting duty?”

Reggie shrugged then adjusted himself with a grimace. “Your kid’s asleep, though I wouldn’t be surprised if all your yelling and um…” He winked. “Stuff, didn’t wake her.”

Elias rolled his eyes and scowled at Israel. “You wanna handle this?” He marched past them and into the bedroom where he placed Lucky gently on the bed. “We’ll be up here, alone,” he insisted firmly. “Let us know when Maddie’s up.”

“You sure?” Israel stared at Lucky. “He good?”

“He’ll be okay. I’ll make sure of it. Now.” He dismissed them with a wave of his hand. “Take your man and go.”

They went, closing the door softly behind them. Elias washed up in the bathroom then got on the bed next to Lucky, pulling him close until they were connected, skin to skin, face to face. He touched Lucky’s face with a shaking hand, tracing his eyebrows, his nose and the curve of his lips. Even though Lucky’s lashes fluttered with every touch, he didn’t open his eyes nor did he speak.

Elias didn’t mind the silence, not right then. He looked his fill, tracing the lines of Lucky’s body until the pulse under his fingertips raced. He missed this, being this close to Lucky, feeling the other man’s breath on his skin. Being able to lean just far enough to bury his face in the crook of Lucky’s shoulder and inhale him, bask in his scent and the sheer heat of him.

“I miss you,” he whispered. The tremors in his fingers got more severe and he tightened his grip on Lucky’s chin. “My family is the most important thing in my life.” He heaved a sigh. “The idea of losing it, losing you… Lucky, that shit is obscene to me.”

Lucky’s eyes popped open, the intensity tightening Elias’s throat. They stared at each other and when Lucky didn’t make any move to speak, Elias did.

“Did I hurt you?” He brushed his lips over Lucky’s bandaged arm. Didn’t look like it was bleeding, but he had to make sure.

Lucky shook his head no.

“Are you ready to listen to me?” Elias asked. “I want to explain. Not to excuse it, but to explain why. And when you know—” Ice cold terror made him shiver, but he cleared his throat. “When you know, you can make your decision. About me. About us. And I will… try to accept it.”

They lay on their sides facing each other and after one last swipe of his thumb over Lucky’s cheek, Elias cracked the door open on his past.

“You already know I grew up in an orphanage. I ran away when I was thirteen and lived on the streets. Did some things to survive. Like selling my body. I’m not ashamed of it, but I wouldn’t recommend it either.” He blew out a breath. “One day things got really, really bad, and I tried to stick up a fancy looking car outside a restaurant.” He chuckled, tone dry. “I made as if I had a gun, but it was just a short stick. The guy figured it pretty quickly and called my bluff. I ran away. He followed and offered me a deal.”

“What kind of deal?” Lucky’s voice was raspy, but at least he was speaking.

“Come work for him and he wouldn’t turn me over to the police.” Elias shrugged. “He had a fancy car and expensive looking clothes, plus he talked like a man who had money to burn. I said yes.”

He hadn’t known then just how much he’d come to resent everything about that night, because it hadn’t been a choice. An illusion, but no real choice.

“At first I worked in his house. Kind of like a handyman, gardener. Anything he wanted done, I’d do. I was grateful. I had my own room, larger than anything I’d ever seen before. I had warmth and hot food in my belly, money in pocket. Shit. I thought that was it, I’d hit the big time.”

There’d been no hoping and reaching for more than what he had, mostly because he hadn’t known there could be more than what he’d achieved at the time.

“He had a son my age. Heard a lot about him. When my benefactor moved us to London, I got to meet that son. Stavros—the son—didn’t like me at first. I was poor, uncultured. I was the help, but I had his father’s affection. Or so he thought.” Elias had never seen that affection. Sure the old man kept him around, but he’d always figured that was because Elias was willing to do anything. “He sat me down and let me know that even though his father liked me, he didn’t, and that as soon as he could he’d have me fired. Then he ordered me to suck his cock.”

Lucky made a sound of distress.

“I was fascinated with him. And after that first time, I really had no problems getting into his bed. I wanted to be like him, I think. Maybe I thought all his riches could rub off on me.” He took a chance and touched Lucky’s shoulder, slid his palm down the other man’s arm. “One day we were out and bullets started flying.” He closed his eyes on that memory. “I’d never been so terrified, lying on the ground, pissing myself. I’d thrown myself over Haimon—that’s the old man’s name. It hadn’t even been a thought. Just instinctive. He owed me then.”

“You saved his life.”

Elias shrugged. “Not intentionally, but yes. So when we went back to the house, both he and Stavros told me that someone was trying to kill Haimon. Basically, he used to be a high-ranking general in Greece and was now working as a diplomat, traveling the world and using that position to act as a very effective killer for hire. He’d even put together a small network of men who worked for him, killed on his orders. Stavros was already following in his footsteps.”

He’d wanted out right away, but had known that would have been a suicidal move. “I started planning my escape, all while agreeing that yes, I would be happy to join them. Stavros began teaching me how to fight. How to kill. Like his father had taught him.”

Lucky shifted, his knee grazing Elias’s thigh. His fingers flexed, aching to reach out and touch Lucky, but Elias held himself back. Much as he hated it, he needed to get this story told. Needed for Lucky to know what happened.

“Training took years and I bided my time. It was stifling and fucked up, pretending to be someone I wasn’t, but I got it done. And when we made a trip to New York, I decided that was my time. I flew the coup, hid myself for months.” But they’d found him. Stavros used the connection they had to run him to ground. “Stavros led the charge to find me and he did. I told him I couldn’t do it, that it was too much. He walked away.”

“Just like that?” Lucky was disbelieving.

“Just like that. But I knew them by now, knew how they operated so I waited for the other shoe to drop. And it did, in a major fucking way.” He’d seen it as fucked at the time, but looking back on it now through jaundiced eyes, it was a brilliant move. “I lived in Brooklyn, found myself a job working as a dish washer. Then one night I came home and the place is swarming with cops. Before they told me I was under arrest for suspicion of murder, I knew Stavros and his father were behind it.”

Lucky sat up. “That’s how you ended up in jail.” His gaze traveled the length of Elias’s body. “That’s where all the scars came from.”

“Yes.” Elias nodded. “They had an eyewitness who saw me shoot some man I’d never heard of. That eyewitness was someone I knew.”

“Stavros?”

“No. One of their employees. The case wasn’t airtight, and they hadn’t intended for it to be. What Stavros and Haimon wanted was to flex their muscles to show me what they could do.” He licked his dry lips. “I spent some time on Rikers Island. Where I met Israel and our other friend, Tek.” This part was hard, so he grabbed Lucky’s hand, linked their fingers. “Tek was small—and different—and people in there were hurting him, using their power and influence to do some real damage, so I helped him. Israel and I teamed up, gave him our protection.”

Lucky frowned. “How?”

Elias held his gaze. “I made him my girl. My bitch. Basically we were lovers, Tek and I.”

Lucky’s eyes widened.

“It wasn’t consensual for either of us in the beginning. I was protecting him, pretending we were lovers, but the gangs in there…” He shook his head. “They cornered us in the bathroom. We had to put on a show, prove it, otherwise bad things would happen.” Those memories fucked with him, emotion tearing up his words. “I had to force Tek to his knees. Force him to do things, had to do things to him.”

Lucky touched him, slid his palm over his hair.

“Things changed after that. We were lovers for real.” Elias hadn’t wanted any of it, but he’d done it, and if given the chance he’d probably do it all over again for Tek. “Israel had some clout since our cell block was run by Jamaicans who respected him. He put the word out that we were not to be touched. And when some of those men decided to ignore that warning, Israel dealt with them.”

He pointed to the scar on his left side, just above his hip bone, the tattooed U next to it. “They ambushed us in the yard, cut me and left me there to bleed out. And Tek, it would have been way worse if Israel hadn’t stepped in and did what he did.”

Understanding dawned on Lucky’s face. “That’s why you’re loyal to him.”

“Exactly why. He killed for me, to protect me. A stranger he didn’t know. A man who fucked other men when the Jamaicans are very much against that kind of act.”

“Kind of moot now since he’s fucking a man.”

“Yeah, but that only occurred recently. Is has been firmly on the other side of the fence until a few months ago.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “So Is saved us and as I’m in the infirmary, Stavros shows up, acting as my lawyer. He offers a choice, much like his father had years earlier. Come back to work for them or spend the rest of my life in prison.”

“You said yes.”

Elias shook his head. “Not right away. I wanted to protect the men I considered my family in there. I told Stavros he had to get Tek and Israel out, only then would I agree. But Israel already had an out, his cousin was taking care of that. He wanted something else. He’d been stolen from his birth parents as a baby and wanted to know where he came from. Stavros tried to find out, but Israel never got the answers he wanted. Stavros got Tek out, and I said yes to becoming his mercenary.”

“What does that have to do with me, with my family?”

“Getting there.” Elias released his hold on Lucky’s hand. His feet itched for him to get up and start pacing, but he didn’t want to move away from Lucky completely. “I went to work for Stavros and Haimon. Stavros and I resumed our personal relationship.” Not that it had ever been a relationship in the true sense of the word. They fucked around, and once Elias met the daughter of the woman Haimon had married while Elias had been in Rikers he realized why. He spotted and understood it maybe before Stavros or Annika ever admitted it to themselves.

“About a year or so after I got out of Rikers, I had to travel to Grenada to deal with a former member of the Konstantinous’s inner circle, the accountant who’d stolen away millions and attempted to disappear.” He paused and spoke softly, “That man’s name was Gegard Mousasi.”

At the sound of his father’s name, Lucky jerked.

“Lucky—” He reached out, but Lucky reared back.

“That’s not true. My father wasn’t a part of this-this—”

“It’s true, Lucky. I knew him.” It hurt to say those words, to watch the devastation on Lucky’s face, but Elias wouldn’t lie anymore. “The eyewitness who’d seen me shoot someone?” He lifted an eyebrow and when Lucky nodded reluctantly, Elias told him, “That had been your mother.”

Lucky covered his mouth with a hand, but didn’t look away from Elias’s face. He didn’t make a sound either, so Elias continued.

“I planned the entire thing, the mission, and we went down there to where your family was hiding out. It wasn’t hard to do, and even though we gave your parents the option to give back the money, even a fraction of it and come back into the fold, they refused.”

“So you killed them.”

“I did, because it was my job, and if I didn’t do it someone else would have. They’d have made it way more painful, too.” He huffed out a breath. “We were told the kid,
you
, were out with the babysitter. Your aunt. After the deed was done, I found you while searching the house for clues about the money.”

His heart broke at the look in Lucky’s eyes. “You’d been sleeping, but just as I stepped into the small back room, you lifted your head and looked at me, and I just…” He shook his head. “You were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. So innocent. I remained still, until you put your head back down and started snoring again. Then I steered everyone away and out of the house. When they left I remained to make sure your aunt had found you, that you were safe.”

Lucky had covered his eyes and was making soft mournful sounds in his throat. He shivered, and Elias touched him. A palm flat on his chest.

“I’m so sorry.”