Page 22 of His Playmate
Wolf smirked and pulled away. Diego rolled over and lay on his back, their lips connecting as Wolf settled between his thighs.
When Wolf slammed deep into him, Diego wrapped his legs around his waist, holding eye contact with him. “Harder,” Diego said, gripping himself and stroking firmly, pre-ejaculation beading at the tip of his cock.
Wolf wrapped a hand around his neck and squeezed as he pounded into him.
“Oh fuck, yeah,” Diego said, gripping Wolf’s wrists. “I’m close.”
The hold on his neck tightened, and Diego choked. He held Wolf’s biceps and gasped. Semen shot out of Diego’s cock and splattered over his abs and chest in a sticky mess.
Slamming in a final time, Wolf ejaculated with a guttural moan. Their bodies remained connected as they panted. Wolf collected the seed from Diego’s stomach with his fingers and put them into Diego’s mouth.
Diego sucked and licked at Wolf’s fingers, gazing into his eyes. Once Wolf pulled his hand away, Diego gripped the back of Wolf’s hair and pulled him into a kiss.
Closing his eyes, Diego’s mouth moved with Wolf’s as they deepened the kiss. When Wolf pulled away, Diego opened his eyes and licked his lips.
“Shower with me,” Wolf said. He pulled away and walked into the bathroom.
Diego stared after him for a moment before he followed, stepping into the cool spray of the shower. He ran his fingers through his wet hair before taking the bodywash and pouring a dollop in his palm. Honey and spice filled the room as he slicked his hands over Wolf’s biceps and abs, then repeated the same caress on his own skin.
After wiping down with a towel, Diego pulled on a pair of briefs and got into bed. Wolf clicked the lamp off, and moonlight shone in through the window, filling the bedroom with a blue hue. They didn’t speak. Sometime later, Diego turned to his side and stared at the samurai tattooed on the expanse of Wolf’s back. He couldn’t sleep.
With a sigh, Diego rolled out of bed and grabbed a cigarette and lighter on the way to the balcony. Leaning against the railing, he smoked, exhaling slowly. He wanted to work with Wolf. They’d be a powerhouse together, but he wasn’t used to this type of life.
Their relationship would not remain as sex only. Wolf wanted more and was already treating this like they were a couple. Diego wasn’t used to being in a committed relationship. He didn’t want to lose himself being in one. He stubbed out the cigarette in a glass ashtray on the small round table.
When Diego went back to bed, Wolf was lying on his back, eyes closed and arms behind his head. “That’s a nasty habit, pet.”
“Don’t tell me to quit,” Diego said. He flopped down on his stomach and wrapped his arms around the pillow, watching the other man. “I don’t want to like you, Wolf.”
It was quiet for a moment before Wolf spoke. “Then don’t.”
They were not bound by love, and Diego didn’t know how long this could last.
CHAPTERNINE
In the afternoon,Diego smoked a cigarette on the balcony.
A Mercedes rolled onto the property and parked at the front of the mansion. Levi stepped out of the sedan, dressed in a private school uniform like the day Diego had kidnapped him. Levi walked inside, and Rex followed behind him, looking up at Diego and watching him for a moment. Wolf worked fast. The boy already had heavy muscle watching over him, even when he was at his father’s residence.
Levi was going to be the next rising boss. Give him a few more years, and he was going to be working alongside his father. If Diego didn’t create a strong alliance with him now, then Levi was going to be a big threat to him.
Stubbing out his cigarette in an ashtray, Diego pulled away from the balcony. He walked into the hallway and waited as feet stomped up the wooden stairs.
Levi appeared on the landing, a scowl on his face. Stopping before his bedroom, he looked at Diego with hard gray eyes. “Get out of my way.”
That look of fury reminded Diego of Wolf Lone. Levi had his father’s intimidating eyes, his pitch-black hair, and fair, smooth skin. It was uncanny how much the kid resembled him.
Diego smirked. “Have a bad day at school, kid?”
Levi swung his fist, and Diego jumped back in time to not get hit.
“That’s impressive. You almost got me,” Diego said.
Levi clenched his fists by his sides as he glared. If Levi was older, he would be a force to be reckoned with.
Levi walked into his bedroom and dropped his messenger bag on the floor by the bed. “My dad sent you, didn’t he?”
Diego leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. “He did. How’d you know?”
