Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 119011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Zolt swallowed the rock in his throat, cuddling the jacket to his chest. “Yeah? Will Rain murder me in my sleep?”
“Probably. Have you been going through my stuff?”
Zolt looked down at the bundle of fabric in his hands, somewhat embarrassed that he hadn’t left it where it was. “I saw you wearing it in a photo,” he said, unsure how to act. Out of his own space, on foreign territory, he was at a disadvantage.
Leo smirked and walked up to him. “Back then, I was much more clean cut. I prospected right after graduating high school, but I kept the jacket. I guess I’m far too sentimental for a biker.”
Zolt hesitated but opened the jacket in silent suggestion. Leo first took off his Smoke Valley MC cut and put on the garment over a white T-shirt. With most of his ink hidden under fabric, he didn’t seem threatening at all in the blue and yellow. But he did conjure memories both painful and achingly hot.
“How do I look?” Leo asked, making a slow pirouette. He was Zolt’s dream come to life, this time actually interested in more than fucking in secret.
“It used to be bigger on you, as far as I can remember,” Zolt said, closing his hands on the jacket. A hot flush trailed up his neck and bloomed on his face. There was no hiding it.
Leo’s face fell. “Do you want me to wear it because of that guy?”
Zolt blinked before scowling. “What? No. I'm angry every fucking time I see his happy family pictures online.” He did know where Leo was coming from though, and stepped closer, pushing his hands under the jacket to rest them on Leo’s warm ribs. “But it’s… uh, I guess that jacket, and the whole school athlete thing is a real turn-on for me.”
His words brought the cocky smile back to Leo’s face. “How far would you go to be chosen by the team captain?” He didn’t even need to specify the sport. It didn’t matter when Leo put his hands on Zolt’s shoulders.
Zolt descended to his knees without much of a push. “Pretty far,” he whispered, facing the front of Leo’s blue jeans. Waves of heat simmered through his muscles, making him lean forward, weak and in need of direction.
Leo bit his lip, already unzipping his jeans. The grind of metal teeth sent a shiver down Zolt’s spine. “I can get any cheerleader to suck me, but none of the girls will let me fuck her ass…” The quizzical look in Leo’s gaze was both playful and dead serious. He wasn’t acting. He wanted to top.
Did Zolt want to bottom, though?
He exhaled, swallowing the unease the veiled proposition made him feel and rested his hands at the fronts of Leo’s thighs, suddenly in need of his warmth. He hadn’t bottomed in… pretty much forever. Before he’d done prison time, and that last time had been a spectacularly pathetic experience that had made him stick to topping. But Leo wasn’t the type of guy who’d just have a go at his ass without giving it much thought, or without asking questions about things he might not know. Leo could be trusted. Zolt had already offered him his retirement money, so he might as well put his ass on offer.
“Is that what you want, captain?”
Leo nodded. “Yeah, but I’ve never been with a guy, so I’m not sure how…” He was flushed already, and looked like a half-open snack with his jeans undone.
Zolt thought back to his worry about never getting to chase a new guy again, of not experiencing the thrill of breaking in a curious straight boy, and the man in front of him dismissed all those anxieties. Leo had slipped into acting out Zolt’s wet dream without the need for explanations of what turned Zolt on. He knew, and was happy to play along.
The doubts that had plagued Zolt only minutes earlier retreated into the back of his mind, leaving space for lust. He leaned in and rolled his tongue between the two rows of metal teeth, all the way up to the button that still held Leo’s pants closed. The musky scent of Leo’s arousal already teased Zolt’s senses, beckoning him closer. “I can show you.”
“You’ve done it before?” Leo rasped, sliding his fingers into Zolt’s hair, and just like that, Zolt’s lover of two months showed him something new, awakening fantasies they could experience together.
“I have. Just ask your friends from the team if you dare,” Zolt whispered and dipped his nose into the open jeans, inhaling the warm aroma of developing arousal. He rolled his shoulders when Leo’s fingers slid into his hair.
“And you won’t tell anyone? I can’t have anyone know, but… you’re such a turn-on.” Leo petted Zolt’s scalp, but his words were what sent lava flowing through Zolt’s veins and all the way down to his balls.