Page 37 of Never Say Never

Our lips met and liquid fire poured over my body. My groan was swallowed the moment York opened his mouth. His tongue came out to play as if he was just as needy as I was. They twisted together as desire and lust stroked the flames between us. I couldn't get enough and tilted my head slightly to deepen the kiss further. I mapped out every inch of York's mouth, tasting the kettle corn that still lingered. For some reason, it wasn't so gross when it was mixed with York.

We pulled away, panting and gasping. "Can I stay the night?"

York stared at me. "It's late."

"We don't have to have sex. I'll have you know I'm a damn good cuddler too."

York didn't seem convinced, so I tried one more.

"I'll be out before the girls wake up." I kissed him again, taking his mouth and fell prey to the passion between us. "Say yes, one night."

"Paul."

A shiver overtook me. He was making this no sex thing hard when he said my name like that.

"One night."

York chased after me, his lips seeking out mine the moment we parted. “Fine.”

The damp air clung to me like a second skin, sending an unwelcome chill down my spine. I waited for Benito to arrive at our meeting point.

"You're late," I said to my older brother the moment he stepped through the double doors.

"Not easy getting away lately. There are FBI agents everywhere I turn." His tone was clipped, giving away just how on edge all of this was making him.

"Well, you start an all-out war, what do you expect?"

Benito rolled his shoulders, his glare flat. "Get them off us. I can't make a move, but the Triads are hitting us every chance they get."

Easier said than done, but there was no telling my brother that. I could tell by his face he wasn't going to listen regardless.

"Don't start asking for the impossible like Dad."

Benito grunted. "I know you're doing what you can." He pinched the bridge of his nose before blowing out a breath. I could see the stress on his face.

He moved closer and we briefly hugged. It felt good, this little tidbit of family.

"Still can't get over the blond hair. You look like an idiot."

I shoved him and he laughed, not the carefree kind but it was enough to make me feel a little better.

"Fanculo, stronzo," I said.

Benito shook his head. "Your Italian is sounding rough."

I gave him the bird, relaxing a bit. "Did Enzo find out why I was being followed?"

Benito shook his head. "No, the guy was pretty much brain-dead." He stared at me intently.

"What? It's been a while."

"You're getting sloppy, Paolo."

I blew out my own breath. "Years of being this"—I gestured up and down my body—"is mentally taxing."

Benito nodded. "We appreciate it, believe me. Because of you, we've escaped some shit situations."

"I'd sacrifice anything for the family."