Page 78 of Cinnamon Strudel
“Had to weed it all out a bit. There’s too many people out there with no humour or people who simply can’t read.”
“Only taking the brave and smart ones, I see.”
The ride was much smoother than he’d thought, not as awkward as one might imagine. Alexander was a man who could hold a conversation.
“Now where to park,” Jack muttered, trying to find the lot his sister had bought tickets for.
Alexander grabbed the tickets and pointed out the directions. “I usually take my brother to anything that has shitty parking like this. His blue badge is a goldmine.” Alexander must have sensed his curiosity and added with a shrug, “He’s blind, so he gets cool perks.”
“Does he know you’re using him?”
“What kind of brother would I be if he didn’t?”
“So the two of you are close?”
“Very.” Tone and smile filled with pride. “Wouldn’t want it any other way.”
The lot was still packed, with people crowding in even though the concert was about to start. As they manoeuvred through the crowd, he put his hand on Alexander’s lower back to guide him. The muscles flexed under his touch, and his eyes sparked with a grin. Alexander was merely an inch shorter than him, though Jack’s boots gave him a clear advantage. He’d always likedthe leaner type and Alexander’s looks definitely hit his sweet spot. He took a deep breath, hoping that his preferences in the bedroom wouldn’t be a dealbreaker.
Jack wasn’t a top. Yes, he had tried it in the past—he was a people pleaser, after all—but he much preferred to be on the receiving end.
He slid his hand into Alexander’s back pocket, the man’s ass nice and crisp against his palm. He leaned in, husking a command into his date’s ear. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
The grin widened, lip caught in a bite. “Keep it coming and I might steal your hat later.”
Fuck, he wanted that. Jack was a Texan through and through, and if that happened, there was no way in hell he was letting Alexander walk through his front door alone.
Following through on his threat, Alexander took Jack’s hat and placed it on his own head as they exited the stadium. Not only that but he slipped a hand into Jack’s back pocket and squeezed his ass. And it didn’t stop there, Alexander turned out to be a cheeky bastard.
As Jack drove, Alexander licked his lips, fingers tickling dangerously high on Jack’s thigh.
“Alexander,” he warned, but the growl turned into a groan as the back of Alexander’s fingers brushed over the rapidly hardening bulge behind the zipper.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” Alexander mockingly echoed, wrapping his fingers around the hardening length.
Fuck. What made matters worse was Jack’sstrongdesire to strip the man down to nothing but the stolen hat on his head.
With each mile they drove, Alexander grew more daring. He slowly undid Jack’s belt, followed by the button of his jeans, then the zipper. While Jack grappled for composure, Alexander seemed to relax more and more, eyes hungry and bottom lip fixed between his teeth.
He tried to keep his cool, but he was struggling, hands gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white.
“You know, it’s alright to say no.”
His attention flickered to the man beside him, whose green eyes lit up with each pair of passing headlights.
“I can be patient and wait until I have you in my bed.”
“Like hell you will.”
Alexander grinned and tightened his fist. “You like my fingers around your cock?”
“Alexander….” he scolded, trailing off into a moan as the man’s thumb traced a firm circle around his crown.
“I love the way you say my name.”
“Mmhph…”
Finally, the high-rise came into view. Alexander gave him the code that was punched in with a shaky hand and then followed the instructions to a visitor spot.
