Atonement (The Protectors #6)(49)

Dante reached out to cup his brother's cheek. "I'll be there before you know it. You're going to be sick of me visiting all the time." Dante's smile was forced and I wondered if Aleks could tell the lie for what it was.

Dante folded his arms around his brother, making sure not to hold him too tight or too long. "I love you, meu irmão."



       
         
       
        

My brother …

Unlike all the other times Dante had initiated contact with Aleks, this time Aleks was the one who maintained the connection. "Meu melhor," he whispered. Dante's smile was heartbreaking and I saw him kiss the top of Aleks's head as he said something back to him. They went back and forth a few times before I heard Aleks finally say what I knew Dante was waiting for … what he lived to hear.

Meu melhor tudo.

"Come, Aleks," Juliana said as she reached out to wrap her hand around Alek's arm. Aleks flinched, but released Dante. He gave his brother one final look and then glanced at me. He said something to me in Portuguese and then he followed his parents from the house. As soon as the door closed, Dante sought out my embrace.

"What did he say to me?" I asked as I kissed his temple.

"He told you to take care of me."

I smiled at that. "Done," I said simply. I felt Dante smile against my chest before he pulled free and turned to watch his brother and family get into the waiting cab.

"What was your stepfather saying about waiting until the passport was ready?"

"They were able to get an emergency passport issued. They spoke to the press who put pressure on the U.S. Ambassador to Brazil to get it issued. They're flying out tomorrow morning." Dante shook his head and I heard his voice catch. "It's going to be a media circus when they get him home. I told them he needed time … "

I wrapped my arms around Dante, but couldn't find the words to bring him comfort because there simply weren't any. All I could do was hold on to him as he watched his brother being taken out of his life, mere days after finally finding his way back into it.



* * *

"Fuck," I ground out as Dante drove into me, his cock gliding over my prostate with the perfect amount of pressure before he pushed into me as far as he could.

"So tight," Dante murmured against my back where he was draped over me. I was on all fours on the bathroom floor where we'd ended up after our mutual hand-jobs in the shower proved to only be the jumping-off point for the night's activities. Dante had been torturing me with promises of all the things he wanted to do to me as we'd dried each other's bodies off, and I'd ended up dragging him to the ground and sucking his cock to the back of my throat to get the ball rolling. My knees ached from the hard tile floor and my ass burned from the endless thrusts Dante's dick had been spearing in and out of my body for the last twenty minutes as he took me to the edge, left me hanging for the briefest of moments and then yanked me back from the precipice at the very last moment.

He'd stopped fucking me at least half a dozen times now so that he could plunge his slick tongue into my ass instead, teasing me with merciless licks that had me trying to fuck back onto the talented little appendage. As soon as I'd managed to find a rhythm that was sure to send me towards an epic climax, he'd stick his dick back into me without warning and without mercy. My hips ached from where he'd been pressing his bruising fingers into my skin and I couldn't see from the sweat that was sliding down into my eyes. 

"Down," Dante suddenly ordered, his hand splaying across my upper back as he pressed my shoulders to the hard, cold floor. He maneuvered my hands so that they were crossed at my back and held me by the wrists as he began pounding into me. The position allowed me to do nothing but lie there and take it, my ass high in the air, my cock leaking pre-cum all over my abdomen. My cheek kept rubbing over the floor as his thrusts drove me forward, but I barely noticed because every nerve was wrapped around the tight coil of need that was building inside of me. I had no control over the grunts and groans that fell from my lips as his thickness burned my insides.

"You like it like this, don't you?" Dante said, his voice coarse in the silence that was punctuated only by the sound of his skin slapping against mine and our harsh breaths seesawing in and out of us.

"Yes!" I responded, not caring how that made me sound. I craved moments like these  –  where he took and gave at the same time. Moments where I didn't have to worry about maintaining some pretense … where I was safe to be whoever I wanted to be … needed to be. I always found so much pleasure in taking the trust that Dante gave me, but giving that same trust back was life-altering. It was freeing in a way I couldn't explain.

"My dick in this perfect, beautiful ass of yours," he snarled, his hips punching against mine.

"Yes," I answered, though I doubted he'd been expecting a response.

He used one hand to hold my wrists and palmed my ass with the other, even as he continued to ride me hard. "This ass is all mine, isn't it, baby?"

I nodded in agreement, but that didn't satisfy him because he slapped my ass hard and then leaned over me. His fingers gripped my hair. "Say it," he ordered softly.

"Your ass," I said brokenly, struggling to find enough oxygen for even those two words.

Dante released my hands and I cried out at the burning pain that traveled up my arms as blood rushed back into my starved muscles. It only heightened my pleasure and I welcomed Dante's weight as he pressed my hips to the floor with his body and began driving into me with deep, all-consuming lunges. One of his arms wrapped around my neck, forcing my head back to meet his lips. He sipped gently at my mouth with teasing licks even as he relentlessly drove into my ass over and over again. Electricity began to spread out beneath my skin and I felt my balls draw up tight in anticipation.

"You're close," Dante observed, his voice a warm whisper against my ear. "I can feel you tightening around me, trying to hold me in … "

I moaned and then stole a kiss. He gave it back to me and then plunged his tongue between my lips. It was a raw, dirty kiss that had me sliding my painfully hard dick back and forth over the cool tiles of the bathroom floor.

"Come with me, Magnus," Dante urged and then he was kissing me as he took us both over the edge. I cried out in relief as my orgasm washed over me with brutal force. I barely registered the sensation of Dante's release filling me and his shout of satisfaction in my ear because I was lost to my own body's violent response to the extreme pleasure flooding all my senses. I heard Dante tell me he loved me as his body continued to thrust into mine, but I didn't have enough sense to form the words to tell him I loved him back. Minutes passed before I was aware of Dante withdrawing from me and turning me onto my back. His wet cock pressed against my slick shaft and he reached between us to gently massage us both at the same time. We didn't speak, didn't kiss … didn't do anything but lay there and watch each other. When the air around us began to become uncomfortably cool against our damp bodies, we got to our feet and quickly rinsed off in the shower before drying off and getting into bed. It wasn't particularly late  –  barely nine o'clock  –  but we hadn't had much of an appetite for food after the events of the day.



       
         
       
        

"You hungry?" I asked as Dante held me against his chest and toyed with my hair.

"If you're offering to find us something to eat, then yes. Because I'm not sure I can move after that," he admitted with a light chuckle.

"Since I'm going to need you to do that again to me at least one more time tonight, yeah, I'm offering," I muttered drowsily.

Before Dante could say anything else, his phone rang and I felt him stiffen. "That's Aleks's ringtone," he said as he sat up and searched out his phone.

"Aleks?" he said into the phone, but then fell silent. He was sitting close enough to me that I could hear the person on the other end and it definitely wasn't Aleks.

Dante hung up the phone without even responding to the caller, who I was guessing had been Pedro. "Aleks is gone," he said as he hurriedly got out of bed and began looking for his clothes.

I did the same. "What happened?"

Dante shook his head. "I don't know. He said Aleks went to bed an hour ago and when they went in just now to check on him, he was gone."

"Pedro called you from his phone?" I asked.

Dante nodded. Which meant we couldn't use the phone to track Aleks. "Where would he go?" I asked.

"Here?" Dante asked. "But I don't think he knows the address. And he didn't have any money."

I could hear the panic rising in Dante's voice. I hurried around the bed and grabbed hold of him. "We'll find him, Dante. We did it once, we'll do it again."

"I shouldn't have let them take him," he whispered.

My own phone rang before I could respond and I hurried around to my side of the bed to grab it. I recognized the caller as the woman who ran the barn where I kept Ace. Fuck, I couldn't deal with something being wrong with my horse right now.