The Devil’s Game
His back was to Aiden… his broad shoulders flexing, tattoos covering most of his skin like dark stories carved into muscle.
Scars crisscrossed his sides and lower back, some old and faded, others fresher. Water traced every ridge, running down the curve of his ass and strong thighs.
Vito turned around slowly.
Their eyes locked.
For a second, neither of them spoke. Vito’s dark hair was wet, plastered to his forehead and neck. His chest rose and fell steadily under the water. Aiden’s gaze dropped before he could stop himself… down the hard planes of Vito’s stomach, following the trail of dark hair lower… until he saw Vito’s cock, already half-hard and thickening right in front of him.