Thirst (The Calvettis of New York 1)

“My neighbor...” my voice trails when I realize I don’t know the man’s name.

“Gage Burke.” He shoves a hand at me. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Dexie.” I take his hand. “This is Rocco.”

Rocco doesn’t offer his hand. Instead he wraps an arm around my waist. “Is there a problem, Gage?”

“A thousand of them at last count.” He huffs out a laugh. “Broken air conditioner, leaky pipe under the kitchen sink, walls as thin as fucking paper.”

“Welcome to the building.” I swing my arms in the air.

“I’m monthly, so I’m bailing next week. Harold can’t keep up with the repairs in my place, and my DIY skills are shit.” He looks past my shoulder to my apartment. “I see you didn’t get the view.”

I glance over at Rocco. “I actually have the best view in the city.”

“It’s all in the eye of the beholder.” Gage rubs his temple. “I came to say I’m sorry for all the noise. I’ll be out of earshot soon.”

“Lucky you,” I joke. “It was nice to meet you.”

He tilts his head, his gaze volleying back and forth between Rocco and me. “Seems as though you two are the lucky ones.”

“We’re the lucky ones?” I question with a cocked brow.

Wiping a hand across his forehead, he smiles. “You found each other in a sea of millions of faces. I consider that lucky, don’t you?”

“We’re just...I mean we are...” I stumble with what to say. We’re lovers, but are we more?

“We’re lucky that fate crossed our paths.” Rocco steps in to save me.

“Fate,” Gage repeats back with a nod of his head. “We’re all at her mercy, aren’t we?”

“Indeed.” Rocco’s hand moves to the middle of my back. “Fate calls all the shots.”

Gage looks at us once more. “Enjoy your night.”

“We will,” Rocco says, his gaze sliding to my face. “We definitely will.”

Chapter 50

Rocco

“Dexie,” I hiss her name out between clenched teeth.

Looking down at my lap, that mane of pink-streaked hair is all I see. I’m sitting in a chair. My cock is buried in her mouth

, sliding down her velvet throat.

“Stop.” I groan the word out wrapped in a heavy exhale. “I want to come in you.”

She shakes her head from side-to-side, her tongue strumming along the thick vein under the crown.

With a pop her lips are free. “You want to come in my mouth.”

I do. Jesus, do I want that, but there’s nothing that feels as good as her cunt squeezing me when I shoot my load.

I fist her hair in my hands to keep her mouth off of me. “No more.”

Her tongue lashes out to swipe over the head, jerking my cock. “More.”