Free Guns n' Boys: Homicidal Instinct (Book 2) (gay dark mafia erotic romance) by K.A. Merikan

from the side. “Done.”
    “Thanks.” Domenico
blinked and leaned back in the sofa. “Do I look like a movie star now?”
    Strangely enough, he kind
of did. With a cocky smile, a nice black shirt he’d found in the cabin owner’s
wardrobe, and his black hair long and sleek over his shoulders. “Yeah, like
Scarface.” Seth chuckled and poked Dom’s foot with his.
    Dom didn’t smile.
    Seth swallowed and
looked away. “In the confident mafioso kinda way,” he tried to backtrack on
what he’d said.
    “Yeah, yeah. I just
don’t think that’s the look I was going for,” whispered Domenico, pulling on
the silky strands of his hair.
    “What were you going for
then? Handsome homosexual in his log cabin?”
    “A gay playboy more
likely.” Dom smirked, but it was a pale expression.
    “Okay, I think I’m gonna
go work on perfecting my Lumbersexual look.” Seth got up with a long exhale.
Dom had started to make fun of him for growing a bit of a beard. For one, Seth
just couldn’t be bothered, for two, it was more important for Dom to shave
because of the wound reaching his cheek. Not to mention that Dom just hoarded
all the razors anyway, claiming that grooming gave him a sense of civilization.
    “Which means what
exactly? Are you gonna jerk off again? You know you don’t have to freeze your
ass off to do that,” Domenico said casually.
    Seth stilled, not daring
to look back at Dom. “Have you been spying on me?” he hissed, annoyed at the
weird spark of pleasure he got from that. Not just at the idea of Dom watching
him, but at the fact that lack of respect for his privacy was so much in line
with the ‘old Dom’.
    Domenico pulled on the
blanket he covered his legs with. “I wanted to know why you keep leaving in the
most random moments.”
    Seth groaned and turned
around with his face aflame. “So I don’t feel comfortable with having my
brother listen while I jerk off in the other room.”
    Domenico chuckled. “One
word: threesome.”
    “Well, there’s no one to
have a threesome with here, unless you count Mr. Antler over there.” Seth
pointed to the deer trophy on the wall. He was starting to regret he told Dom
about the threesome, but Dom had put him on the spot, and there was no taking
it back now.
    Domenico scowled. “Too
dry, but I appreciate the horns.”
    “Well I’m horny too, so
I’m gonna go and chop some wood , and come back when I’m done.”
    “Yeah, you’d look good
with horns.” Domenico wiggled his eyebrows, confusing Seth’s dick. Was he to
react to the flirting or cower?
    “Are you really getting
that bored and desperate?” He faked a laugh.
    Domenico shrugged.
“Meaning?”
    Seth stilled. Oh God.
Did he misinterpret Dom’s words? “I...”
    Domenico scratched his
nape. “I think I’ll make some coffee.”
    Seth turned around and
left the cabin at the speed of a tornado. He didn’t even take his jacket, as
the weather had gotten a bit milder lately, and he needed to cool down. He got
to his usual spot behind a large old tree and unzipped his pants as soon as he
leaned his back against the cold bark. Fucking Dom with his fucking pheromones
and coarse-fingered hands. Seth couldn’t pull his dick out fast enough. His
mind was so hazy he didn’t even know which fantasy to latch on to. There was
that one about Dom fucking him on a beach and pushing his face into the sand
until he couldn’t breathe anymore as they orgasmed, or the one about Dom
sucking him off under a table in a restaurant.
    Seth had never had so
many fantasies about bottoming as he’d started to have after meeting Dom. He
went with the beach in the end, imagining the hot sun, the smell of sea, the
waves tickling his feet, and Dom’s cock driving into him like a fucking piston.
    His knees were getting
weak, and he spat on his palm for better glide. The rhythm in which his hand
moved mirrored the way he wanted to be fucked by Dom. Fast, rough and dirty. He
imagined Dom’s hair falling on his back,