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)
No girl ever initiated a kiss with Leo in a way so dominant. They always waited for him to make the move, always left him wondering how much they actually liked him.
Here, Leo had no doubts about Zolt’s attraction to him, even though their tongues hadn’t yet met.
If Zolt got the chance, he’d fuck Leo. It was now as obvious as day arriving after night, and Leo had no idea what to do with that piece of information.
Their lips parted for a split second, but with Zolt’s warm breath teasing his mouth, Leo didn’t move an inch, his entire body waiting for the firm clash of lips that followed. It was teeth and tongue this time, and as Leo let the wave of Zolt’s lust carry him, his control of the situation relaxed, boundaries blurred. His dick was getting hard faster than it ever had, and his pulse quickened as if he was thirteen and getting a glimpse of his crush’s bra for the first time.
But that there would be no bras involved. Only strong hands and an agile tongue exploring every inch of Leo’s mouth as if Zolt was set on getting his money’s worth.
Between the black beard, the dusky skin, the nautical tattoos, and the Caribbean-sea blue eyes, Zolt always reminded Leo of a handsome, roguish pirate on the prowl for new treasure to steal.
This time, Leo was the treasure, and Zolt wouldn’t let go until he’d pillaged it all.
Leo gasped and closed his eyes when Zolt pressed forward, a storm of peppery cologne and unstoppable lust. When they’d talked about kissing, Leo had somehow imagined their lips meeting. He’d never envisioned that bulky body grinding against him, Zolt’s thigh sliding between his legs and rubbing Leo’s cock through jeans, or the steady hold of Zolt’s hand on his neck.
Zolt was a pirate, and Leo was drowning without any chance of help coming his way.
It could have been the alcohol or pure curiosity, but he dared raise his hand and rub his fingers against the beard. A beard didn’t feature in Leo’s life plan. A man didn’t feature in it either.
Zolt’s teeth closed on the tip of his tongue, making him gasp for air, but the moment their mouths were apart, Zolt pushed Leo’s head back, and his scorching, damp lips touched the sensitive skin underneath Leo’s jaw. His beard was a soft cushion that kept tickling vulnerable flesh as Leo moaned, letting the hot waves carry him into Zolt’s arms.
This was bad.
So bad.
If Leo’s dad found out—
But he wouldn’t. No one would find out.
Between one gasp and another, Leo let his hand trail to Zolt’s shoulder, and only when he squeezed that muscle packed bicep did his fingers stop trembling. It was impossible to pretend otherwise—he enjoyed every second of touching Zolt, and had no idea what to do about it.
He let out a panicked gasp when Zolt pressed against him with more force and a rock hard erection poked him through Zolt’s soft sweatpants. He’d just have to push them lower to reveal the beast hiding underneath.
Zolt had asked for a kiss, even if a long one, not dry humping, but it was a pirate’s prerogative to plunder. And who was Leo to judge when he’d turned into a throbbing mess of aroused flesh, eagerly yielding to a man’s touch. His dick was so hard it hurt, and he was certain Zolt could feel it too.
“What the fuck?”
The sharp words sliced through the blur of pleasure before Zolt stepped away. A man stood in the doorway leading to Zolt’s apartment. Bald and broad-shouldered, he wasn’t anyone Leo recognized, but then the red patch at the front of his leather vest sank into Leo’s brain like a brand.
A Jackal Brother. Built like a bull and just as dangerous.
“What the hell are you doing in my shop? There’s a bell,” Zolt said, but Leo already saw his fingers twitching as they discreetly reached toward the shelves under the counter.
“I don’t care about your fucking bell right now!” the Jackal yelled. “The back door was open, so I came in. I told you that if we’re to do business, you’re supplying us only!” He pointed at Leo, who stumbled back, too shocked by being found in this compromising situation to fully grasp what was happening.
Zolt stood between him and the Jackal, his arms spread in a confrontational gesture. “Did it look like I was selling him supplies? If a piece of my dick is what you want, then get in line!”
Leo pushed past him with a snarl, snapped out of the stupor. “It’s nothing like that! What the hell are you selling to the Jackals, huh?”
“None of your business small town boy!” yelled the bald Jackal and reached under his cut.
“Not in the damn shop!” Zolt yelled, but the Jackal already pointed a gun straight at Leo’s head.