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 had liked everything about Leo’s casual vibe from the day they’d met, but getting to see the guy pretty much naked? Now that was a treat. Tall, lean, packed with muscle yet not as big as Zolt, he usually sported the unassuming white T-shirt and blue jeans style. Tonight though, the club tattoo was prominent on his naked back, reminding Zolt that Leo was no kitten.
Yet he’d been so pliant when they kissed, all soft lips and trembling fingers. Just thinking about it gave Zolt the beginnings of an erection.
Leo groaned and sat back on his heels, glancing over his shoulder, with a fabric mask covering the lower half of his face. “Seriously? You’re just gonna stand there?”
Zolt’s mouth stretched into a smile, and he walked out from behind the counter, approaching Leo’s almost-naked form. “I was appreciating the job you’ve done.”
There were blotches of red on Leo’s face now, and he averted his eyes, staring at his hands in thick gloves, at the scour, and the huge bottle of bleach standing next to him. “You’re awfully prepared for clean-up.”
“You really think this was the first time someone bled on my shop floor?” Zolt asked him, staring at the empty space where the glass cabinet used to be. They’d taken it to the back for the time being, but he’d still have to deal with the bullet holes before the shop opened later.
“That why you chose laminate?”
Leo took a deep breath through the mask and shook his head, but went back to all fours, scrubbing what looked like the last fragment of the floor that still needed dealing with. Every vigorous movement of his arm made his body go back and forth as if he were teasing Zolt on purpose. He already imagined this straight guy taking his first foray into gay sex with Zolt to relieve the tension of tonight.
Hardly the first time that would have happened, either.
“I think you deserve a drink after this,” Zolt said, his gaze sliding over the club tattoo on Leo’s back. His mind clouded, and for a brief moment, he saw the muscles of that strong back tightening as Zolt’s dick pushed into Leo’s ass from behind. Right here, with the underwear lowered just enough to provide access to Leo’s hole.
That kiss Leo offered him earlier had been an invitation, and one with a red carpet.
Chasing straight guys had its many pitfalls, but moments like this, moments like that kiss were a dopamine high Zolt would never get bored of. That second of hesitation, that surprise hard-on in a guy’s pants, were what Zolt’s wet dreams were made of. And knowing that the guy had never before dared to cross that boundary but would do it for him gave his ego the boost he craved more than cold hard cash.
Leo threw the sponge into the bowl of water and bleach, and sat back again with a deep sigh, and the balls of his feet pressed into his ass. He pulled off the mask, revealing kissable lips surrounded by just a bit of scruff.
Zolt smirked, caressing the toned chest with his gaze. He didn’t care whether Leo noticed at this point, because that kiss had taken their will-they-won’t-they to a whole new level. No man let another kiss him if he didn’t secretly need a dick in his ass, and Zolt would record all this in his green notebook of Straight Prey. A brand new entry about Leo Heller.
“Come on. Wash your hands, and I’ll take care of the rest,” Zolt said, picking up the other cleaning supplies.
“Thanks. I really mean it,” Leo said, his face so serious, expressing so much concern.
It would be the face he’d make when saying ‘we shouldn’t’, and Zolt was already giddy to see it happen. He’d never fucked an MC member, and the illicit nature of it sent his heart beating faster. Even the corpse couldn’t spoil his mood.
And if he was in luck, tonight’s fling would be only one of many. Leo would come to him between girlfriends, and when he wasn’t satisfied with relationships, too horny to care about the way his social circle wanted him to live and disillusioned by the hormone cocktail people called love. Would he be one of those men who needed an excuse every single time and ‘accidentally’ ended up with their dicks in Zolt’s mouth, or would he lose his shame and frankly say what he wanted?
Zolt couldn’t wait to find out.
Leo got up, presenting his gorgeous body. He even had more tattoos on one of those shapely arms. Black and white, a mix of engines, skulls, and a jaguar. Very fitting for someone who could be both as aloof and as pliant as a cat.
“You got anything other than whisky?” Leo took a deep inhale and gathered his clothes, careful with the leather cut.