Page 9 of Pretty Little Kitty

He inched closer, drawn in by the scorching heat Suero was giving off and the warm breath against his lips. Kia was completely swept up in the electrifying moment. Suero’s tongue was a sensual weapon, setting Kia’s heart pounding as it traced a sizzling path down his neck.

Bold as hell, Kia draped his leg over the man’s lip. Suero seized it behind the knee while skillfully unfastening Brett’s pants.

With a swift motion, he wrapped his strong fingers around Kia’s hard cock, drawing a soft moan from him.

Ignoring the voice in his head that questioned his sanity, he surrendered to the moment, his body aching for release as he thrustin rhythm with Suero’s grip.

“Un gatito tan apasionado,” Suero groaned against Kia’s lips. He had no idea what the man said, but it sounded sexy in that deep voice.

Kia forgot about his hunger pangs, about the world outside, and meeting Jared. He was lost in Suero’s touch, fucking that tight fist as he chased his climax.

“Come for me, pretty kitty.” A soft growl and a nip on Kia’s neck, before the sting was licked away.

“Close,” he whimpered, arching as Suero curled an arm around his waist. The strokes were more frantic, kisses growing deeper.

The tingle shot up his spine, coiling around his lower body before he exploded, stars dancing behind his eyes. He let out a cry as his cock pulsed, ribbons of cum spurting over Suero’s hand.

Kia panted in quick, shallow breaths. His legs shook as he held on, riding out the aftermath of his climax as the movements turned into soft thrusts. The shallow movements helped bring Kia back down to earth.

“Fucking beautiful,” Suero murmured.

His lips brushed over Kia’s, whispering Spanish words Kia’s brain was to drained to piece together. He rested his head on the man’s broad chest, wishing he could stay longer.

Finally, he stepped back, his eyes lingering on the noticeable bulge in Suero’s jeans.

“We don’t have time.” Suero gave a playful wink, heading to the sink where he swiftly prepared the macaroni and cheese. He scooped some into a bowl and passed it to Kia. “Eat this while I take you to the border.”

“You’d walk with me?” Kia accepted the food, watching as Suero grabbed a fork and handed it to him.

“Since you won’t get on the back of my bike, what choice do I have?” He washed his hands in the sink then straightened Kia’s pants for him, all the while mocha eyes gazing into his. “Promise you’ll call or text me. No more ghosting.”

Kia took a bite of his food and groaned. “This is the best boxed mac and cheese I’ve ever eaten.”

Suero grinned, but it didn’t reach his mocha eyes.

“I promise.” Kia glanced away, unable to hold his gaze. “I still don’t see how this will work, though.”

A kiss to his temple. “We’ll figure it out.”

That wasn’t reassuring. He didn’t see how that was possible but let the subject drop. “Actually, my cousin is coming to get me. Didn’t you hear me give him directions?”

Silence. Then a curse. “We need to go before Matias finds out you’re still here and another cheetah just entered our territory.”

Kia kept the bowl. The food really was good. He knew it was just his hunger talking, but Suero had cooked it for him, which somehow made it taste ten times better.

They were in front of the hardware store in minutes. Jared sat in his car, his eyes bouncing everywhere. “About time!” he said with a loud hiss. “Are you trying to get us both killed? We need to move it.” His gaze swept over Suero. “Is that the guy you’ve been pining over for weeks?”

He gave his cousin a look that said he had a big mouth.

“What?” Jared asked with a whine. “It’s true.”

When Kia turned to tell Suero goodbye, the man was wearing a cocky grin. “Don’t let it go to your head. I pine over my cable guy when he doesn’t call to try and upsell me.”

That only made Suero chuckle. The prick.

Boldly, he gave the guy a quick kiss before slipping into the passenger seat. Suero closed his door. “Don’t forget your promise, gatito.”

Kia felt his cheeks flush. “I won’t.”

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