Chapter 41

“C’mon, lemme get my kit. Wasn’t expecting to see you today.”

“Yeah, well,” Luca said as he stamped off his boots on the mat. “Mam’s been at the wine.”

“So?” Tav asked blankly.

“So, when I left, she was sitting in Dad’s lap and trying to eat his tonsils. It was disgusting.”

“Oh right,” Tav said, then slid both hands around the strip of neck visible above the scarf and pushed his lips between Luca’s to part them. He took control hard and fast, the kiss deep and bruising, and felt rather than heard Luca’s gasp as Tav backed them into the now-closed front door.

He only broke it when air became a need instead of a nice want, and tugged Luca’s bottom lip between his teeth before smirking and cracking his eyes open to peer at that flushed face.

“Like that?”

“Umm,” Luca said, and blinked blown dark eyes open. “Bit like that, yeah.”

“And was that disgusting?”

Luca rolled his eyes and shoved Tav in the chest. “Piss off and get your trunks. Idiot.”