Page 2 of Daddy Frost

There always had to be one or two people who Sparta-kicked a person’s patience to the very edge. Asshat.

Despite most of the customers being nice, friendly people, there were some, like the gorgeous devil, who were irritating to deal with.

Just keep smiling. Just keep smiling. Just keep smiling, smiling, smiling he sang in his head. He was referencing Finding Nemo, but substituted “swimming” for “smiling.” It was a catchy tune and kept him from flipping the guy off.

Just keep smiling—

The song died in Delta’s head when he turned to his other tables and spotted two huge biker men sitting at one of them. Sweet baby Jesus. The man on the right exuded an air of rugged masculinity, and Delta found himself walking that way as if pulled along like a whimpering puppy on an invisible leash.

Whoa. Where on earth had that come from? Delta needed to lay off the coffee. It was making his brain think all kinds of weird things. Like how he would love to sit on the face of the guy with the full beard.

Jeez. Someone please save me from the dirty thoughts suddenly bombarding my sex-deprived brain. But the behemoth had Delta’s full attention. Boy, did he ever.

Seriously, the stranger’s perfectly groomed, full beard and styled undercut conveyed a dedication to his appearance, hinting at a meticulous personality, maybe even a touch of vanity. I still want to sit on his face.

Their booth was against the wall parallel to the entrance, and Delta could see both of them clearly. Sexy Man’s tattoos, rendered in a mix of fine lines and bold shading, spoke to a story etched onto his very skin, hinting at experiences and passions that had shaped him. The guy just seemed like someone who embraced life on his own terms.

The same kind of view Delta wished he possessed instead of the crappy life he currently had. Too bad he couldn’t send it in for a premium upgrade.

Delta was still a good twenty feet away. He’d only taken a few steps toward their table, but then his breath stalled in his lungs.

Sexy Man sniffed the air slightly, two quick inhales through his nose, and then he turned his head to gaze at Delta curiously. What was that all about? No way the guy could smell Delta from this distance. Or he was just sniffing the aroma of food and had glanced his way out of coincidence?

Delta needed to pull himself together, but right now, his brain couldn’t decide between panicking or proceeding forward.

For a brief moment, he locked up. Couldn’t move a muscle. Something he was good for whenever he freaked out.

The man’s features softened, and his eyes gave off a warm glow. A relaxed smile appeared, and for some reason, Delta’s chest loosened. The sounds in the diner resurfaced. Kids chatting loudly. Silverware clanking against plates. The sound of Delta’s heavy breathing.

Running a hand down the front of his shirt, he scolded himself for turning into an idiot who lacked enough brain cells to function as an intelligent adult.

Take a hit of oxygen. Hold. Release.

“Good morning, gentlemen.” Now Delta wished he had his device. He had no idea what to do with his hands. He crossed his arms, let them hang limply at his sides, then finally jammed his hands into his back pockets to prevent himself from reaching out and running his fingers through Sexy Man’s beard.

He just bet it would be as soft as it looked.

His fingers were itching to find out.

Now that he was close enough to get a better look, Delta realized how much older Sexy Man seemed compared to him. God, he couldn’t believe he’d had such a strong reaction to someone old enough to be his father.

Was he? It was kind of hard to tell with that thick beard hugging his jaw and a mustache Delta was sure would tickle—Stop!

“What can I start you off with?” In his dirty mind, that was a loaded question, but he was the only one in on it.

“You must be new,” Sexy Man said, and oh my god… That voice. Like liquid velvet coating Delta’s senses, evoking images of aged whisky and the scent of a good cigar. It was pure masculinity in vocal form.

“I’ll just have a coffee for now,” the guy across from Sexy Man said.

With a trembling breath, Delta swung his gaze toward Sexy Man’s bicep. It was a huge gun adorned with tattoos. When it flexed slightly, Delta blinked, dumbfounded. Then his gaze traveled a little higher, sliding over the stranger’s broad shoulder, stalling at his beard once more.

What was with that beard that he couldn’t stop fixating on it?

Was it because he wanted to touch it and know what it felt like as those hairs tickled their way across his skin while those firm lips teased and seduced him?

“Kalen?” The man across the table said Sexy Man’s name questioningly. Kalen. Now he knew what name to cry out when he fantasized about the Greek god later. He was so massive Delta wondered how all those thick, corded muscles fit into the booth. They looked rock-hard, enough to crush anything stupid enough to stand in their way.

Yeah, sure, the guy across from Kalen was muscular, but not as big as Sexy Man, and Delta had no interest in him aside from being a customer. Kalen was a different story. Delta had never felt this strongly attracted to anyone before.

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