All Chapters of LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

He doesn't. He kisses me harder, deeper, tongue sliding against mine in ways that make me forget my own name. I'm about to suggest we go back to his room when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He tears his mouth away, breathing hard. "I have to—I have to check that." I step back, giving him space. My cock is straining against my sweats, obvious and desperate. He pulls out his phone, reads the screen. His expression shifts—confusion, then something I can't quite read. "What is it?" "Olandria." He shows me the text. **Change of plans! Staying another night. This pack's Alpha wants Dad's advice on border security. Can you come up tomorrow, Dad? And Eli, can you hold down the fort? Love you both!** I read it twice. Three times. "Two days," I whisper. Nick's eyes meet mine. Dark. Hungry. "Two days." The weight of it settles between us. Two whole days without having to hide. Without having to pretend. "We're going to hell for this," I say. He reaches for me, pulls me close. His h

NICK "Too far." He's already working my belt, my zipper. His fingers are clumsy with urgency. "Kitchen counter?" "Fuck yes." I yank his—my—shirt over his head. He's not wearing anything underneath. Just smooth skin and lean muscle and everything I want. The overhead light catches the flush spreading across his chest, the rapid rise and fall of his breathing. "God, look at you." I trail my hands down his chest, feeling his heartbeat hammering beneath my palm. My thumbs brush over his nipples and he gasps, arching into the touch. "So fucking perfect." "Nick, please—" His voice is already wrecked. I drop to my knees. His eyes go wide, pupils blown dark with want. "What are you—oh fuck—" He's already hard, cock flushed and leaking. I wrap one hand around the base, feel him pulse against my palm. He's smooth and hot and when I lean forward and lick a slow stripe from base to tip, he makes this broken sound that goes straight to my dick. "Jesus," he breathes. His hands fly to my h

ELI The movie's barely halfway through when Olandria's head drops onto my shoulder. I glance over. Her eyes are closed, breathing deep and even. Out cold. Nick notices too. He looks at her, then at me across her sleeping form. Something passes between us—heat, want, the knowledge that tomorrow she leaves and we'll have three weeks. Three weeks alone. My cock stirs just thinking about it. Nick carefully shifts Olandria in his arms, stands with her cradled against his chest like she weighs nothing. She doesn't even stir. "I'll put her to bed," he whispers. I nod, watching him carry her upstairs. The way he moves—gentle, protective—does something to my chest. He's such a good father. Which makes what we're doing so much worse. I turn off the TV, clean up the popcorn bowls, try to keep my hands busy so I don't think about the fact that Nick is right upstairs and I want him so badly I can barely breathe. When he comes back down, I'm standing in the hallway. We're alone. The hou

NICK I'm still catching my breath when Eli shifts in my arms. We're lying on my bed, tangled together, both of us sticky with sweat and come. The afternoon sun streams through the window, catching the flush still staining his chest. He's beautiful like this. Wrecked and satisfied and mine. At least for three weeks. "We should shower," he murmurs against my chest. "Probably." Neither of us moves. "We have three weeks," he says. I press a kiss to the top of his head. "Yeah. Three weeks." "So what do we do with that?" I think about it. About what we've been doing—sneaking around, stolen moments, always looking over our shoulders. "Whatever we want," I say finally. "No more hiding. No more rushing. We use this time to figure out what this is." He lifts his head to look at me. "What do you think it is?" I trace my fingers down his spine, feel him shiver. "I don't know yet. But I want to find out." He's quiet for a moment. Then: "And when she comes back?" The question we've

ELI Three days. We've been living in this bubble for three days and I never want it to end. It's not just the sex—though fuck, the sex is incredible. It's everything else too. Waking up in his bed. Making coffee together in the morning. The way he kisses my shoulder when he walks past. How we've fallen into this easy rhythm like we've been doing this for years instead of days. Right now, I'm sprawled on the couch watching some action movie I'm not really paying attention to. Nick's in his office dealing with pack paperwork. I miss him even though he's just down the hall. That's how fucked I am. My phone buzzes. Text from him: *Stop distracting me.* I grin and type back: *I'm not doing anything.* *You're existing. That's enough.* Heat blooms in my chest. I'm about to respond when he appears in the doorway. "I have patrol in an hour," he says. My stomach sinks. "How long?" "Four, maybe five hours. Western border sweep." "That's forever." He crosses to me, sits on the edg