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)
And yet, to make matters more confusing than ever, while passing him and heading for the back door, Leo leaned in and gave Zolt a quick peck on the lips.
“Thanks for everything,” he muttered and was out faster than a shoplifter with overalls stuffed full of bottles of tequila.
Zolt froze and watched him leave. Leo was the master of mixed signals, and by the time he shook off his stupor and reached the closed door, all he heard was the roar of a motorcycle, which soon dispersed in the distance.
Zolt rested his forehead against the cool steel of the exit and latched the locks one by one. Lust was still simmering deep in his loins, and when he moved to the living room, dripping water all over the floor, his sensitive cock rubbed against the towel.
“Well, shit,” he muttered as he dried himself off, staring at the half-hard length between his thighs.
Zolt hoped Leo didn’t get involved in some horrible traffic accident, because there was still a chance biker boy would come back for seconds.
In the corner of his eye, Zolt spotted the black briefs on the bathroom floor. The temptation was too much, and he snatched them off the tiles before rolling straight into bed.
The faint odor of bleach clung to the fabric on the surface, but once Zolt shut his eyes and breathed through the crumpled briefs, the scent of arousal, fresh sweat, and the distinct aroma of piss made his skin break out in goosebumps. It almost felt as if the underwear still carried some of Leo’s warmth, and as Zolt rolled his hand down his chest, all the way to his cock, all he could think about was the forlorn yet lusty gaze Leo gave him right before they’d kissed for the first time.
Leo was Zolt’s new target, and once Zolt zeroed in on a man, he wouldn’t let go until they were both sweaty and covered in cum.
Chapter 4 - Zolt
Leo Heller is not for everyone. Like a real good pair of Limited Edition Nikes, Zolt had written in his green journal, and he’d come back to the entry describing their brief yet passionate encounter every day since.
Zolt was pacing himself when it came to Leo, but the two weeks of silence were a stretch for him. Sex was easy enough to find, but the predator in him was left dissatisfied by even the juiciest meat thrown under his feet. What he wanted was the chase, the blood of the graceful yet dangerous animal he’d set his mind on. And since his motorcycle needed to be looked at, he already had a very particular garage in mind. All he had to do before departure was feed the gang of bettas.
Zolt was proud of his fish tank. It had taken him a lot of time to work out the proper conditions for his little school of bettas. And not just females either. Contrary to popular belief, male specimens could coexist as long as there were enough females, and their environment was large and varied enough. Plants, stones, and ceramic trinkets enriched not only the lives of his fish but also provided a more pleasing experience for the viewer.
Zolt was always proud when customers asked about the colorful fish, with their lush, flowing tails, or commented on the nautical figurines at the bottom of the forty-gallon tank. What they didn’t know was that a very real treasure hid inside the fake chest and within the sunken pirate ship miniature—two bars of solid gold that would provide for Zolt during his retirement. It wasn’t reasonable to keep them there, but he liked to live on the edge.
He pulled the cash out of the register once he was done and was about to deposit it in one of the many hideouts around the building when the little bell at the entrance rang, and the person who entered was an instant dampener on his mood.
Buzz Trowley, the leader of the Jackal Brothers entered in all his stinky glory. The guy had irregularly sized dreads hanging down to his waist, and the yellowish skin of someone with a long term illness, but Zolt had no doubt there was a reason Buzz was the Jackal leader, so he always trod carefully when dealing with the guy, even if he did look like he’d stepped out of a trash can.
Zolt stilled, his hands drifting to the rifle hidden under the counter. There were no customers present, and if Trowley knew something, if he wanted Zolt gone, he could make it happen.
He nodded, offering the dirty hog a nod. An icy cockroach sped down his spine when Trowley stalled next to the brand new jewelry counter.
“Business going well?” Trowley asked as if he was there for chit chat.
“As usual. What about yours? Haven’t seen you in a while,” Zolt said, grabbing a pen to pretend he was calculating something in the open notebook if he needed two seconds to think over his words. The Smoke Valley MC were dangerous in their own right, but also predictable. They were fair as long as the sentiment went both ways. The Jackal Brothers? A collection of unhinged men who Zolt had seen beat up a guy just for the fun of it.