Page 33 of Daddy Frost

Somehow he knew that was important to Kalen that he liked the man’s cooking.

“Approve?” He licked his lips, greedily chasing the flavor into his mouth. “I’m ready to eat that entire plate of sausage.” He eyed the pile of scrumptiousness. “Can I have one more?”

After grabbing another piece, Kalen turned and rested his butt against the edge of the counter, spreading his legs slightly. “Come here.”

The command was spoken quietly but with just enough demand to make Delta immediately obey. He stepped between the guy’s powerfully long legs, and then Kalen tore off a piece of the meat and again held it to Delta’s mouth. With a smile, he opened for him, but this time, he made sure to lick Kalen’s fingers before he closed his mouth and chewed.

A low, rumbling growl vibrated in Kalen’s throat, but Delta felt it tremble inside of his own body. “I should have taken you somewhere to eat instead for ice cream. Did you eat when you went back to work this morning?” Kalen fed him another piece, satisfaction and need filling the man’s eyes.

Delta felt that need, too. Had felt it every single time Kalen kissed or touched him. When they’d made out in the parking lot at the parlor, Delta swore he’d been moments away from dropping to his knees to suck the man’s cock.

Without warning, Kalen dipped his head and kissed him, running his tongue over Delta’s lips. He curled his fingers into Kalen’s T-shirt as he scooted even closer to enjoy the man’s sensual, cock-hardening kisses. The guy gripped Delta’s ass with both hands and gently massaged his globes.

Delta still wanted to sit on the man’s beard.

“Aw, for fuck’s sake!” someone groaned loudly, and Delta knew it was Damon. He was becoming familiar with his voice. “You just crawled all in my ass earlier about the kitchen being for meals, not sex. You prepare food on that counter, Dad.”

“Would it still be considered murder if the person constantly tested your patience?” Kalen said against Delta’s mouth.

Delta grinned, his lips still pressed to Kalen’s. “Not if you properly dispose of the body.”

“I’ll grab the cast-iron skillet, and you grab a shovel.” Kalen gave him a quick kiss before he pulled back then said to Damon, “But I’m not in here burning food, son.”

“Kalen, the noodles are burning!” Delta shouted while frantically slapping the man’s arm.

Chapter Nine

Delta stood in front of the expansive multi-paned windows that dominated the far wall in Kalen’s bedroom, staring at the dark forest.

He was ashamed to admit how he’d prejudged Kalen. He was a huge biker-looking guy, and truthfully, Delta had expected his bedroom to either be barren or cluttered.

But the room he stood in was the complete opposite. The rustic masculine elegance had taken him by surprise.

The high, coffered ceiling was crafted from thick wooden beams with strategically placed spotlights that cast pools of warm light, creating a cozy ambiance.

The hardwood floor was stained in a rich, warm brown and covered partially by a woven rug with intricate patterns that added texture and warmth underfoot.

Although the most striking feature in the bedroom was the windows, which led to a wide balcony outside, it was the king-sized bed—draped in a neutral plush comforter and flanked by two matching nightstands—that called to Delta’s fatigue.

But sleep wasn’t happening right now. Not when Kalen was reclined in the cushioned armchair, patiently waiting for answers.

Which the man deserved after the insane chase this evening. Delta was still rattled that someone had actually come after him, making the reality of his situation hit home.

He took a seat on the side of the bed, unprepared for how soft the mattress was, tempting him to sink back into its comfort. Brushing his hand over the comforter, Delta said, “My entire life my mom kept her brother away from me.”

“Why is that?” Kalen asked, a slight edge to his voice.

“It’s not what you’re thinking,” Delta reassured him. “My uncle is a dangerous man, but as far as I know, he’s not a degenerate.”

Kalen visibly relaxed, giving a single nod, as if relieved Delta hadn’t suffered at the hands of a deviant.

“I never understood why she’d refused to let him around me, until after she’d died.” He wrapped his arms around himself, wishing like hell his mom had given him some kind of warning about her brother.

“Leo is…” He tried to think of a fitting way to describe his uncle. “He’s the type of guy you would take one look at and just know he eats kittens for breakfast.”

Which was why Delta kept cursing his stupidity. He knew his mom didn’t want him around Leo, yet he’d been starving for a masculine presence in his life.

Too bad Delta hadn’t met Kalen before Leo had sprinkled all kinds of craziness into his life. But even if he had listened to his mom, Leo was tenacious. He kept showing up at all hours, day or night. His uncle’s preferred method of convincing Delta to help him out was intimidation.

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