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 wanted to sit back once he pulled out, but Leo’s legs tightened around him again, and they ended up settling into a comfortable position on their sides. Adrenaline was slowly burning out, but a single glance at the curve of Leo’s ass kept Zolt’s exhaustion at bay. Eyes locked with Leo’s, he reached to the hole, which was still slick, still relaxed after the fuck.
“Before you, I had no idea being fucked could feel this good,” Leo rasped, cuddling up to him with a small smile.
Zolt smirked. Of course Leo had no idea. “Is it staying in your repertoire then?”
Leo laughed and shoved at Zolt’s arm. “Well, I’m not going anywhere. Oh fuck.” Leo dragged his hand over his face. “We were supposed to go shopping. I bet everything’s closed now. Guess we’ll have to go to the mall in Reno. I’ve got some grand dinner plans.”
Zolt circled Leo’s hole with his finger once more and leaned into a chaste kiss, breathing in the scent of fresh sweat a final time. “Can’t wait. But first—shower.”
Chapter 19 – Zolt
Satisfaction was Zolt’s new name. The shower hadn’t taken as little time as he’d expected, so once they managed to leave the house, they were both hungry like two beasts who’d forgotten to hunt down a meal, too preoccupied with their mating rituals. Zolt decided there was no point starving and led Leo to a small Italian restaurant he’d wanted to try for a while.
They both ate loads, freely sharing food, and ended up ordering three desserts to try between them. Zolt was usually strict with his diet, but he felt far too relaxed to care today. Things got a bit awkward at the paying stage, but Leo eventually let Zolt treat him to the late lunch when Zolt reminded him about all the cooking Leo did for them both.
Once they were full, they got back on their bikes and headed to the massive mall where they could do all the necessary shopping.
As they left the highway and pulled into the vast parking lot, Zolt let Leo overtake him and grinned, staring at the tight backside in blue jeans. His mind wasn’t mushy, but the soft spot he had for Leo was definitely growing, soaked with flavorful syrup that fed Zolt’s brain whenever Leo met his gaze with a sweet smile that so rarely left his face.
It felt good to be special to someone. To be more than a hot dick, or just another friend that person fucked. Their mutually beneficial relationship would have to end soon, but he chose to enjoy it while it lasted, to make more memories with the sweet guy who’d chosen Zolt for all his first times.
His gaze drifted to the front of Leo’s jeans as they dismounted, briefly considering how letting him top could change their dynamics, but his thoughts evaporated when Leo squeezed his arm in passing and led the way toward the entrance.
“Get that head out of the clouds!”
Zolt rolled his eyes and followed him in hurried footsteps. “I was just thinking about the fish. Need more feed.”
Leo groaned, but wouldn’t stop smiling. “Daddy not feeding them enough?”
“I’m not a daddy. I’m too mean to be a daddy,” Zolt interjected as they entered the mall and walked past a set of benches in the middle.
“That much is true. Me on the other hand? Mona and Rain said they’d consider my offer, and we’ll need to sit down and really talk details, but by this time next year, I might just be a daddy.” Leo put his hands into his pockets, but walked close enough for Zolt to smell his fresh cologne. Very few things could have pissed him off right now. He was in too good of a mood. Too happy with himself and with Leo. In fact, he was so content he didn’t feel all that excited about the weekly poker night.
“Maybe you could play with us tonight?” he asked in the end, ignoring a couple of charity workers collecting cash for God-knew-what. He was busy.
Leo shrugged. “Nah, go ahead and do your thing. That way you’ll know how much more fun you have with me.”
“Leo?”
Zolt stiffened, spinning toward the voice with the worst of expectations, but the man approaching did not set off any alarms. Tall, bald, and with tattoos covering most of his exposed skin, he had a weirdly familiar smile.
“Shane! Didn’t know you worked Sundays,” Leo said and gave the guy a quick hug that made Zolt tingle with the need to pull him away. But then Leo grinned and waved his hand between the stranger and Zolt. “Zolt, this is Shane, my brother. You remember? The one who’s not in the club.”
The one with the blood disorder, who lived in Reno.
At once, Zolt found it easy to smile at Shane and shake his hand. “Nice to meet you. Are you off already?”