Pucking Wild (Thin Ice #11)

Chapter One

There were some perks to being the invisible middle child. The invisibility part, especially since Tavey had been born into the mafia. In reality, Tavey was a twin, but Travis was seven minutes older. That meant Travis took the eldest title while his brother, Barrett, got to be the baby. Both his brothers were already married and doing their duty by the family. They were such perfect sons, Tavey got to fall through the cracks. He was the son who sat in the corner and on the sidelines. In no universe could he keep his hands clean. Tavey had killed people, beaten them to the edge of death, and kept their ruthlessness alive. But for the most part, no one expected much from him. At times, that chafed. Today wasn’t one of those times. He enjoyed the freedom to stalk his latest prey.

It was the off-season. That meant Hugo was free for the taking. Hugo Guidry played center for the New Orleans Chuckers. He was big and sexy. The guy smiled too much and possessed cockiness by the ton. They had met at Tavey’s younger brother’s wedding. That was where the chase had begun.

Hunting Hugo was Tavey’s favorite sport. Hugo liked the bar inside a local hotel a little too much. Well, it was local for Hugo. Tavey had come over two thousand miles for this. He saw why Hugo always came here. The club was small, yet packed. People tripped over themselves to dance with Hugo and buy him drinks. There were beds right upstairs that kept Hugo from having to take randoms home. It had taken nothing for Tavey to learn which room was his. Now all he had to do was wait.

Rather than watch the fight for Hugo for the night, Tavey stood with his shoulder leaned against the wall right outside his hotel room. He kept his gaze locked on the elevator and silently counted inside his head. He knew it wouldn’t be long. For all his partying and drinking, Hugo was impatient. He never waited long to drag someone upstairs.

The lift dinged, and the door slid open. Hugo backed out with a blonde girl in his arms. Their mouths were locked. They went at each other like they might not make it to the room. Tavey simply bided his time. The woman’s back hit the door before Hugo pulled away, looking aroused and ready. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his keycard before he noticed they weren’t alone.

“Tavey.”

Tavey’s eyebrows rose. “The one and only.”

Hugo’s gaze moved between Tavey and the blonde and back again before gently pushing the woman aside. “Sorry, chérie. Another time.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

Tavey focused on her. He held no animosity, but Hugo belonged to him until Tavey got bored. Tavey let her see the son his father had raised. “Another time.”

She looked between them. “Um. Okay.” The woman scurried for the elevator. Tavey felt a little bad for her. If it wasn’t Hugo, maybe Tavey would have asked her to stay. He loved a good threesome. Tavey had come for Hugo, though. Now Hugo would come for him.

Hugo snagged the front of Tavey’s t-shirt and hauled him forward. He lowered his head as if intending to immediately turn his passion Tavey’s way.

Tavey turned his head. “You can have me when you wash her from your mouth. I’m not in the mood to be seconds tonight.”

A wicked-sounding chuckle rumbled from Hugo as he sucked Tavey’s neck. “You should’ve shown yourself sooner. By now, you should know I’ll always pick you first.”

While Tavey knew bullshit when he heard it, he was appeased.

“Maybe, but I still want that erection between us to be for me.”

Hugo lifted his head. His expression turned earnest. “It’s always for you. ”

Tavey didn’t do strings, but he loved it when Hugo lied. “We’ll see.”

With a smile and a shake of his head, Hugo let Tavey inside his room. Tavey followed him, smirking. Everything about Hugo was sexy as fuck. The guy was just huge, with the sexiest light brown eyes. Tavey already knew every inch of his delicious body. Since Barrett’s wedding weekend, Tavey hadn’t stayed away. Hugo had size, stamina, and skill. He knew how to use it. Tavey couldn’t get enough. One more time. That was it. Tavey couldn’t keep hopping flights for some dick. One and done. He had to stop.

Fucking Tavey Cattaneo. Every time he came around, Hugo expected it would be the last. The guy was maddening. He always popped up from nowhere, and every goddamn time, Hugo let him in. Hugo didn’t even fight it. He couldn’t. Tavey was amazing. It was his cockiness. He knew he could have Hugo any time he wanted, and Hugo would drop everything for him. He was right. There was sex and then there was ever the fuck he had with Tavey. It was mind-blowing.

They weren’t a couple. There were no expectations. He didn’t doubt Tavey had a dozen men on speed dial who would love to be in Hugo’s shoes right now. For someone like him, that was a mind fuck. Hugo was famous. He was the one who got whatever whenever he wanted. Yet, somehow, for a mysterious reason Hugo couldn’t see, Tavey seemed even more in demand. When Hugo visited him in Pickering, outside of Toronto, people treated Tavey like he was the celebrity. Hell, he never even had to pay when he went into restaurants. It was wild. There was just something about him. Honestly, it was a little scary. Tavey was a bit frightening. He had these eerie light eyes that cut through Hugo like life meant nothing to him. His ice blond hair looked soft and still somehow made him appear twice as deadly. He had a lithe body. Hugo shouldn’t fear him, yet a small part of him did. It was exhilarating—like petting a tiger.

The moment the door closed behind them, Hugo held his breath. He felt Tavey’s eerie-colored gaze following his every move. Hugo knew he would pounce at any moment. Sex with Tavey was crazy and violent. God, Hugo couldn’t wait to do it again.

To appease Tavey, Hugo veered into the bathroom. He made of show of rinsing out his mouth and using a washcloth to clean his lips. Tavey silently watched. His every thought stayed hidden. A hint of irritation grew inside Hugo. Tavey was the one who always showed with no warning and called all the shots. Every single time, Hugo dropped everything for a guy who genuinely looked as if he felt nothing. That was fine. Hugo didn’t want a relationship. He loved his freedom. But he would be damned if he continued to let Tavey wield all the power.

Hugo didn’t wait for Tavey to pounce this time. He grabbed a handful of Tavey’s t-shirt and hauled him forward. Hugo stole one deep, hot kiss before shoving Tavey away and—in one smooth move—forced him face down on the bed. He didn’t speak. Hugo just tore at Tavey’s clothes. He had rented this room for one reason only—to fuck. There was a condom and lube on the nightstand. He hadn’t known if it would be a man or woman he brought upstairs. Hugo only planned not to go to bed alone. He hadn’t slept with another soul since meeting Tavey. In fact, everything in his life had been subpar since their first weekend together. If Tavey wanted to keep randomly showing up in his life to get fucked, then that was what they would do. Hugo would fuck him.

He had to get this guy out of his system. Hugo didn’t like the way Tavey twisted him into knots. This had to end tonight. He wasn’t gentle. Hugo tore the jeans from Tavey and barely set his erection free. He rolled on the condom and did the bare minimum of care and lube before he impaled Tavey. With his t-shirt tucked beneath his chin, he watched his dick saw in and out of Tavey’s ass. Anger drove him. He was rough, slamming inside Tavey, taking his pleasure with no care for the man beneath him. This was what Tavey had come for, so it was what he would get. He knew Hugo rented these rooms just to get off. That was what Hugo planned to do.

Tavey didn’t make a single sound beneath him. He didn’t move. It was almost unnerving the way Tavey turned lifeless, making Hugo feel like he fucked a rag doll. Suddenly, he wasn’t enjoying himself as much. His anger felt dirty. Wrong.

Hugo pulled out and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. His heart raced. He wasn’t any less pissed off than he had been five minutes earlier, but now most of it was directed at himself. Tavey made him feel some sort of way, and it drove him crazy. He had Hugo doing shit he never would, but goddamn. Tavey spent endless funds, flying thousands of miles just to see Hugo. That had to mean something, right?

The bed shifted behind him. His eyes fell closed as Tavey’s mouth found his neck. Tavey peeled his shirt up until Hugo let him have it. His breathing turned ragged as Tavey kissed his shoulders and caressed his chest. He could barely breathe past the lust. Tavey seduced him, stealing the rage from his mind. He panted while Tavey coaxed him from his clothes. The remainder of Tavey’s clothes went sailing past him and Hugo broke. He twisted and claimed Tavey’s mouth. A dam broke inside him. His heart engaged. He fucking felt something for Tavey. Hugo didn’t know how to stop. With the sexy man beneath him, Hugo didn’t want to quit him.

In no time, Hugo was inside Tavey again. This time, their tongues played while Hugo gently rocked against him. Their fingers linked. Tavey met him stroke for stroke. “Fuck. I’ve missed this.” Hugo wanted to bite off his tongue. It had only been two weeks since the last time they were together .

Tavey bit his bottom lip and held on, nibbling. A moan escaped Hugo. His hips moved faster. He needed more.

“It’s okay. I know you’re sorry about earlier. You know I won’t break.”

That was all the permission Hugo needed. He scooped Tavey’s leg over his forearm, getting better control, and then he took him. Hugo thrust, ensuring his angle brought Tavey all the pleasure while he got rough the way he liked. He bit Tavey’s chest while ramming his dick inside him. Moans and skin slapping skin lit the room with sound. Guttural pleading that no longer made sense caressed Hugo’s ears.

“Yes. Like that. Mhmm. Don’t stop.”

Tavey had nothing to fear. Hugo couldn’t have stopped if he wanted. He was too close. The hotel could come down around them and Hugo was beyond quitting before he reached the goal line.

“That’s it. Oh, fuck. Hugo, I—” A loud cry tore from Tavey. Cum hit Hugo’s chest. Pride was like a lion, roaring in his head. Then the way Tavey’s body tried sucking him deeper had Hugo seeing stars. Loud pants burst from him as he rode the milking sensation to the edge.

“Fuck, Tavey.” A loud grunt escaped him as a blinding orgasm hit. Whimpering sounds escaped him. It was beyond his control. The tiny whines burst out with each jerk of pleasure. He didn’t stop thrusting until the last wave of ecstasy passed. Hugo collapsed, capturing Tavey’s lips as he went. Their kiss turned sweet; the way it always did after Tavey blew his mind. That part always made the mind-fucking even harder.

His skin cooled. He didn’t want Tavey to leave. Tavey was the only person who made him feel that way. With everyone else, he couldn’t get away fast enough once he got his rocks off. Tavey was different. Maybe it was because he knew he wasn’t special. Yet he kind of didn’t know that because Tavey had flown over two thousand miles just for this. He was in Hugo’s head.

Hugo settled on his side with his leg thrown over Tavey, stopping him from running away. He stared at Tavey in the dark. “Maybe I could come to Canada for a while.”

Tavey turned his head and met his stare. “What would you do in Pickering?”

Hugo smirked. “I can think of one thing.”

Tavey chuckled. “Are you bored with all your randoms?”

“Honestly? Yeah.” Fuck. He shouldn’t have admitted that. He didn’t stop. “I’m not bored with you.” When Tavey didn’t respond right away, Hugo found himself rambling. “I get you probably have to work and stuff, even though I still don’t understand what you do. Never mind. I’d probably be a huge inconvenience.”

“No.”

Hugo’s eyebrows snapped together. “No, what?”

Tavey chuckled. “The aggravation in your voice. Adorable. No, you wouldn’t be an inconvenience and no, I don’t have to work. Not really. Well, maybe on occasion. I come from the kind of money that affords a life of leisure. Plus, I’m a twin, but the younger one, so technically, I’m the middle child. Everyone forgets I exist. That gives me the freedom to do nothing as I please. No one notices.”

“That’s sad.”

Tavey shrugged.

Hugo shifted positions and settled between Tavey’s thighs. “I notice you.” He licked Tavey’s nipple.

A sexy hum came from the back of Tavey’s throat. “In that case, I guess it’s my duty to entertain you this off season.”

Hugo hid a smile. He had no idea what he would do in Pickering. Tavey would be there, though. This would finally give Hugo a chance to figure out why he felt almost addicted. It would definitely give him the opportunity to learn more about Tavey’s life. The guy was so damn secretive. Hugo also kind of wanted to shake him. Familiarity would most certainly breed boredom. Once he had his fill, he could get on with his life of debauchery. Just a few weeks with Tavey. That was all it would take. He would be done.