Page 18 of Daddy Frost

In fact, he still didn’t know how old Kalen was.

The guy had kept steering the conversation back to Delta’s life or they’d talked about inconsequential things whenever he’d asked Kalen a personal question.

That should have been red-flag city. Instead, he’d eagerly nodded when Kalen asked if he wanted to go for a ride after work.

Delta had officially lost his mind.

That was evident by his actions. Then again, he’d been making bottom-of-the-barrel decisions since his mom died, causing him to consider the fact he’d relied too heavily on her to make all the choices pertaining to his life.

He was pulled back to the present when Kalen slowed then turned into the parking lot of an ice cream parlor. The guy eased the massive bike into a slotted space and cut the motor.

“I’m starting to suspect you like grazing.” Delta dismounted and stretched, glancing toward the order window. There were two SUVs and a white sedan in the parking lot, all three on the other side of the small building.

On one of the benches in front of the place sat an elderly couple enjoying their cold treats. On the opposite bench were roughly six or seven kids in blue uniforms. One boy, who looked around twelve, was bouncing a soccer ball on his foot, causing a tapping sound, though the ball kept rolling away.

It looked as if the kid needed a lot more practice.

Delta rested his sunglasses on top of his head then glanced up at Kalen. “So, are you a grazer?”

The guy’s smile was heart stopping as he tucked one arm of his glasses into a pocket on his leather vest. “Guilty. I do most of the cooking at home, but when I’m out and about, I nibble like crazy.”

Sweet Jesus. When Kalen said the word “nibble,” he’d looked Delta over with a hungry gaze. Now all he could think about was Kalen nibbling like crazy on him.

“Behave. We have impressionable eyes on us,” Delta admonished with a grin. There he went again, shamelessly flirting with Kalen.

“The kids aren’t paying us any attention.”

“I was talking about the elderly couple,” Delta said with a smirk then drew in a breath. “Mmm. I smell pretzels. Watch as I float toward the aroma like a cartoon character.”

Kalen’s grin was out to steal his breath. “If you start floating along, I’m out of here.”

“Don’t believe in the supernatural?” He wiggled his fingers at Kalen while walking backward toward the parlor. “How can you be certain I’m not a ghost who’s possessed this fine-ass body?”

He loved the way Kalen’s blue eyes sparkled with merriment. “How can you be certain I’m not a wolf hiding in plain sight?”

“Why did you have to go and trump my supernatural being? Now I want to be the wolf and you can be the ghost,” Delta said with a playful pout. “I’m calling tradsies.”

Kalen reached out and grabbed Delta, pulling him close. For a brief moment, all he could do was stare up into the man’s amazing blue eyes.

“Watch it. You almost tripped over a kid.” Kalen’s voice had deepened to pure seduction, causing Delta to shiver. Was that how Kalen sounded when he had a lover in his bed?

Why on earth did Delta feel jealous at the thought of Kalen with someone else? Jesus. What is wrong with you? He’s not your boo thang, so back off your jealous trip.

“Sorry,” a boy said from behind them.

Swallowing roughly and hating the fact they weren’t alone so Delta could steal a kiss, he spun and headed toward the window.

“My treat this time.” Kalen’s voice was close, sounding as if he was a wall at Delta’s back, like he’d been in the bakery this morning. The guy definitely had boundary issues.

“I have a ferocious appetite,” Delta warned, his back still to Kalen. “I’m not sure you can afford me.” Then he winked at the girl behind the window, causing her to blush. “Can I have one of those delicious-smelling pretzels, a cup of cheddar sauce, and a bottled water?”

“I might have to take out a loan just to feed you,” Kalen said with a smile in his voice.

With a grin, Delta stepped aside so Kalen could order. As the guy bent, cause damn he was tall, Delta took the opportunity to check him out.

Good Lord. He had a nice, round ass that Delta wanted to either pinch or pat to find out just how firm it was. He had to bite his bottom lip to stop a moan from escaping while he imagined gripping two handfuls as Goliath pounded into him.

As massive as Kalen was, Delta just bet the guy had a big, fat cock. Because if he didn’t, what a waste of a perfect mountainous man.

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