Inseparable by Chris Scully Read Free Book Online Page B

thought of it makes me pull back, ready with
    an excuse about being hopped up on pain pills. Then I feel his fingers clutch at my hips, holding me in
    place, and relief rushes through me. But Joe is still not moving, not speaking, and the silence is
    unsettling. He looks at me in shock, like I’m his greatest fantasy and worst nightmare all in one.
    “Say something,” I finally say.
    “Are you stoned? How many of those pills have you taken?”
    “Only Tylenol today.” I lean forward slightly, in case he hasn’t noticed how hard I am. I’m a bit
    surprised myself—I didn’t know it was possible to be in so much pain and so turned on at the same
    time. “You know, I have a concussion and a couple of cracked ribs—what’s your excuse?”
    “Huh?”
    “I mean, I really expected more from you. After all you had a ten year head start and all those
    slutty boyfriends to practice on.”
    Joe growls—literally growls—and while I’m still reeling from that fact, his big hand is on the
    back of my neck, pulling me down and fusing our mouths together. This time when we kiss, it is deep
    and wet, and there is no doubt Joe is in charge and knows exactly what he is doing. All I can do is
    tangle my fingers in his hair and follow his lead. With a gentle bite at my lower lip, he licks inside,
    teasing, slowly exploring. Joe sucks on my tongue, sending a shot of heat straight to my balls, and I
    gasp against his mouth. This is a million times better than any wet dream or fantasy I’ve ever had.
    I touch him everywhere I can reach, my hands slipping up under his shirt and burrowing through
    that thick mat of chest hair. Joe makes little breathless noises as we kiss and grope, and it drives me
    wild to know that he’s just as desperate as me. He arches up, notching his denim-clad erection
    between my ass cheeks, and I grind back against him, shuddering at the thought of him lodged inside
    me for real.
    The apartment phone rings shrilly, and I feel his muscles tense. “Ignore it,” I say into his mouth,
    pressing down on his shoulders to hold him in place. I’m not about to let him up until one, if not both,
    of us have gotten off. I’m halfway there, dizzy from the kissing, and he hasn’t even touched my dick
    yet. As if reading my mind, Joe withdraws his hand from under my shirt and moves it to my throbbing
    cock, rubbing the sensitive head through the flannel. “Oh, shit,” I moan against his neck. “That feels so
    good.”
    At the hard knock on the door, Joe jerks upright, his face a mask of raw desire and confusion. I
    would have laughed if I hadn’t been thirty seconds away from coming. “Don’t answer,” I tell him.
    “Giuseppe Massone, I know you are in there. We saw your light on.” Joe’s eyes bulge at the
    sound of his mother’s voice.
    “What the hell!” he sputters.
    My thoughts are similar but far more colorful. “I’m going to kill your family, Joe.”
    After slipping out from under me, he curses repeatedly on his way to the door, reaching down the
    front of his jeans to adjust the erection trapped against his hip so that it’s not so obvious. I’m not that
    lucky. My dick pokes obscenely at the loose pajama bottoms. No way can I hide that short of leaving
    the room, but it’s too late because Joe is opening the door, and I’m left with no option but to quickly
    grab the blanket and cover myself.
    “What are you doing here?” Joe cries as his family pours into the apartment, and he’s lost in a
    sea of kisses and hugs.
    “We’re on our way to Nonna ’s for Christmas Eve and Mass. Why did you not answer?”
    grumbles Mr. Massone in heavily accented English. “Thankfully a nice young man let us into the
    building.” The thought of Joe’s dad finding me sporting wood for his only son quickly wilts the last of
    my erection. Although I’ve never known him to lose his temper, Vitto Massone is a big bear of a man,
    and he terrified me as a kid. I’ve actually seen him crack walnuts