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Zeus loved the way Tracker’s brain worked. He laughed. “Here I am thinking about how badly I want you inside me, and you’re internally debating if I would freeze you out with fewer shower heads.” He couldn’t stop laughing. “You’re the best part of my life.”
Tracker’s expression never shifted at the confession, but his eyes were bright with happiness. “You too.”
Zeus snagged Tracker’s hips and backed him against the wall. Tracker’s gaze never wavered from holding Zeus’ stare. The air changed between them. Lust rose every bit as heavily as the steam in the shower.
“Shadow says no one gets more than one night with you.”
Zeus wanted to be upset about that, but it was true, and the statement proved Tracker had been talking about him. “You aren’t just anyone.”
“Okay.”
“You should kiss me.”
Zeus half expected Tracker to argue or ask questions. Instead, he kissed Zeus. Before Zeus recovered from that small shock, Tracker surprised him further by running his hands down Zeus’ back and squeezing his ass. Zeus lost all sense of reason. Everything felt more powerful when he was with Tracker. This was why he had stopped having sex altogether. At some point, Zeus had decided it was Tracker or no one.
Before Zeus could get too carried away, Tracker’s kiss softened and slowed. When Tracker pulled away, he kept coming back for sweet kisses before finally grabbing the shampoo.
“Let me do this.” He went to work washing Zeus’ hair.
Zeus couldn’t stop his eyes from closing while Tracker spoiled him. He was in heaven. Zeus was always only a sex object. No one wanted to take care of him the way Tracker did. Emotion overwhelmed Zeus at the thought. He had never stood a chance against falling in love with Tracker. Zeus just didn’t know how to convince Tracker to see how real they were. He knew Tracker, so he knew Tracker still didn’t realize Zeus was a hundred percent serious about them. Zeus didn’t know how to do this part. He had only been taught to seduce. No one had shown him how to love.
A split second before Zeus fell apart, Tracker kissed him. It was such a sweet moment. Tracker didn’t stop. He wove a spell over Zeus. Zeus let himself hope he could have a normal, healthy life with Tracker. The more his feelings grew, the more desperate Zeus became. He wanted to beg for more of this magic only Tracker made him feel. Tracker didn’t make him plead for his affection. He didn’t stop. The way he touched Zeus gently—like he was precious to Tracker—had Zeus addicted. He would stay right there under the water forever if Tracker let him. Every passing second felt like it brought him closer to the most amazing future. He wanted a life with Tracker. No looking back.
In no world had Tracker seen himself being so exposed to anyone. But Zeus wasn’t just anyone. He was Zeus. The shower they shared was an experience Tracker would never forget. Every touch they shared was magical. For the first time, Tracker realized exactly how broken he would be when Zeus didn’t want to keep touching him. The thought of returning to never feeling Zeus’ hands on his skin was devastating. Tracker wanted every second Zeus gave him, nonetheless. Tracker had been through enough in his life to understand how important appreciating the moment was to maintain sanity.
Even after they made it to Zeus’ bed, the lingering, loving kisses didn’t stop. Tracker was infatuated. He also had several revelations he wasn’t prepared for and didn’t feel good about. It turned out he had wanted Zeus for a long time. He simply hadn’t recognized the feelings he had never experienced before. Now he knew, and there was no going back. One day he would have to go back to telling himself Zeus was just a friend, and now he knew that was a lie. Tracker didn’t think he could unsee the falsehood.
Tracker let Zeus roll a condom down his erection and coat the outside with lube. Zeus’ cheeks were flushed and his lips swollen from their kisses. Tracker couldn’t look away. He wanted to holdon to the picture forever. Tracker was breathless as hell, but he had to say what beat at his brain.
“I want to tell you how beautiful you look right now. But I’m sure everyone tells you that, and I don’t know how to vocalize how it’s not about looks.”
Zeus held his stare as if clinging to each word. “That’s the first time you’ve ever said that to me.”
A hint of awkwardness crept in. “That’s not the first time I've thought it.”
A blindingly beautiful smile exploded across Zeus’ face. While Tracker was still stricken dumb by Zeus’ flawlessness, Zeus sat on Tracker’s cock. Tracker’s spine left the bed. He wanted everything Zeus had given him. Every second of his time and attention was priceless to Tracker. He clamped his back teeth shut to stop himself from begging Zeus for forever. Tracker couldn’t look away from Zeus. Beads of water dripped from his shoulder-length blond hair. His muscles rolled and bunched as he rode Tracker. Tracker couldn’t stay still. He did his best to take his pleasure from Zeus. Tracker had to make Zeus feel good. He palmed Zeus’s erection and tugged.
“Yes, stroke me. I love your hands on my body.”
Every word Zeus spoke emboldened Tracker. He couldn’t stop trying to pull cum from Zeus while his other hand touched and squeezed every inch of Zeus Tracker could reach. It was strange to go from never being held or touched or able to do the sameto anyone else to Zeus’ ministrations. His life had been flipped on its head in a good way. But now he lived in constant fear that each time would be the last.
Zeus looked like a man on the edge.
Tracker was transfixed. “I loved the way it felt when you came on my stomach. Do it again?”
The whine that escaped Zeus punched Tracker straight in the heart. He felt things that terrified him. Then Zeus blew, looking exactly like the god he was, and Tracker realized he never stood a chance. He was fully in love with Zeus. Likely, he had always been. Tracker didn’t have time to think too much about it. An orgasm struck, taking him out of reality. Once Zeus’ tongue was in his mouth, nothing mattered. He was in his own version of heaven. Tracker wanted to stay forever.
Chapter Seven
Acombinationofcoffeeand pastry scents hung heavily in the air. The delicious smell added to Tracker’s over-the-top happiness. Normally, Tracker made his own coffee in the mornings. Since he hadn’t gone home and he was in a mood, he stopped at the brightly colored coffee shop down the street from the club. Once inside, the smell and ambiance had Tracker finding a chair rather than taking his drink to go. He sipped his latte while he eyed the huge murals painted on each wall. While Tracker was decent at photo manipulation, he had never been much of an artist. He wished that was a talent he had. It sounded relaxing. Maybe he would find a few how-to videos and take up some sort of art. Maybe he could sculpt. Tracker turned inward. He could see himself creating a replica of Zeus’ amazing body. Tracker was positive his hands remembered every curve. Chill bumps rose on his arms. He had left Zeus’ bed so he wouldn’t be a distraction today. Plus, he had a life too. Sort of. Damn. Maybe he should have stayed.
“Well, now. Isn’t it a small world?”
Tracker snapped to reality at the smooth-sounding words. His gaze locked onto a set of intense blue eyes. “Marty?” He knew he sounded like an idiot. Obviously, it was Marty. Tracker had been struck dumb. Marty wore a three-piece suit that fit like it was custom made. He looked nothing like the begging man Tracker had seen last night. His hair was perfectly styled, and his eyes swam with laughter.
Marty motioned toward the chair across from him. “May I?”
“Sure.” What was he supposed to say? No? That would be rude.
