Nero (Made Men #1)(79)

Elle dug her nails harder into Nero when he reached a spot high within her, making her moan out in ecstasy. She held onto him tightly as she came, reaching her climax.

Nero pumped hard into her a few more times before she heard him grumble. Holding her still, she felt the jolts making her soar with his own release before Nero fell on her, exhausted but careful not to give her all his weight.

Their breaths matched each other’s, both heavy and quick. When he’d regained control, he rolled away then took off the condom and threw it in the trashcan beside his bed.

Elle’s breathing finally calmed when Nero moved her to lie on top of his body. She nestled into his chest, completely exhausted.

Nero started the motion of his fingers going up and down her back. “Did I hurt you?”

Elle placed a kiss on his chest. “No, it was perfect.”

“Good. Next time, I’ll show you how to really fuck.”





Chapter Thirty—Seven

Time’s up

Elle sat up in Nero’s bed, smiling as she watched his perfect ass walk to the bathroom. Her eyes went to his opened drawer on his dresser where she could see the box of condoms laying inside. Before Elle turned away from it, she noticed a picture inside, all the way in the back.

She curiously pulled the pretty picture frame out of the drawer. The picture was of four kids surrounded by a beautiful woman. She noticed a young Nero, Maria, and Leo instantly. Aww. The fourth child she knew had to be Lucca. Elle stared at him longer, feeling like she had seen him somewhere, but she couldn’t place where. Oh, well, he probably came into the diner one night.

Elle went back to the beautiful woman. She had blonde hair and big, green eyes. She knew it was Nero’s mother. Every time Elle would ask about Nero’s family, she sensed he didn’t want to talk about it; consequently, she’d dropped it, wanting to give him time to talk about it on his own.

Elle heard the bathroom door open, and her eyes went to Nero, who stood perfectly still in the doorway.

“Nero, she’s beautiful.” Elle watched Nero take a deep breath she swore was almost of relief and walk toward her. Maybe he didn’t know how to bring it up?

Nero got on the bed and pulled her toward him. “She was.”

Elle frowned. “What happened to her?”

Nero thought for a second before he answered. “She was murdered outside a grocery store when I was in the sixth grade.”

Elle took a breath. “I’m so sorry.” She knew Nero still didn’t want to talk about it, so she would leave her death at that. “What was her name?”

“Melissa.”

Elle caressed the woman’s face through the frame. “Well, she’s beautiful, and now I know how all of you turned out so good-looking.” Elle laughed and then touched the young kid’s face, who was the only one in the picture not smiling. She couldn’t imagine how scary he was now. “Even him.”

Nero forced a laugh as he took the picture frame and put it on his bedside table where it belonged. “Yeah. Lucca is… Lucca.”

Elle looked up at him. “When do I get to meet him and your father?”

Nero shrugged. “Soon.”

I hope so. The only one she really didn’t know anything about was his father; not one thing. Elle wanted to at least know something.

“What is your father’s name?”

“Dante.”

*

Elle and Nero hung up their art projects on the classroom wall and took a step back.

“Nero, it’s beautiful.” Elle stared at the big drawing of Kansas City. Elle was in shock Nero could draw so well. And with a pen! She had also come to realize how in love Nero was with the city. Elle couldn’t blame him; she was, too.

Nero pulled Elle to his side. “Not as pretty as yours.”

“Nero, that’s so cute. I didn’t know you could draw,” Vincent spoke behind them.

Amo laughed. “Yeah, it’s fucking adorable.”

“Don’t listen to them,” Chloe chimed in.

Elle leaned up and wrapped her arms around Nero’s neck. “Don’t listen to them. They’re just jealous.” She gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

“You’re right, baby.” Nero turned to look at the posters. “Girls love—” He paused. “Elle, could you and Chloe give us a minute? I need to talk to Amo and Vincent.”

Elle curiously looked up at Nero. She never understood the boys, even after a month of being with them. “Sure, we’ll wait at the wall of fame.”

Elle let go of Nero and went for the door, but Vincent reached for Elle and gave her a peck on the cheek. He smiled at her wickedly.

“Happy birthday, Elle.”

“Yeah, happy birthday,” Amo agreed.

Elle laughed at Vincent’s death wish. He always tried to push Nero’s buttons, but they all knew they were just friends.

“Thanks.”

Elle quickly looked back at Nero before she left, silently telling him to behave. She could tell something was bothering him, but he gave her a reassuring smile before she went out into the hall.

The art room was close to the gym and the wall of fame made of glass and sports’ memorabilia throughout the years.

“So, I’m guessing Nero found out?”

Elle looked over at Chloe’s smirking face. “Yeah, Josh told him.”