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Seven’s good for me
I’ll see you then.He was about to put his phone down when Jost sent him another message, only it was a photo. Biting his lip, Apollo opened it and groaned. It was Jost with his hand over his dick, fingers splayed so Apollo could see some of it through the gaps.
Jost. You’re teasing me
Is it too much?
God no.Apollo took a photo of the head of his dick and stared at it, wondering if it was too much, but sent it, anyway.
A message came back seconds later.Can I taste?
When you’re ready.Shit, Apollo was ready to come again. His shy, gorgeous mate had him harder than anyone he’d ever been with.
Soon. Nite Apollo.
Nite Jost.
Groaning, Apollo stared down at his erection and smiled. “Are we going to survive our insanely hot mate?”
Chapter Fifteen
Jostcouldn’tbelievehe’ddone it. He’d taken that picture and sent it to Apollo and Apollo had sent him one back that had Jost having the fastest orgasm on record. Even faster than the one in the car when Apollo had sucked his brains out through his dick.
“Jost! Breakfast.”
Ugh. He wanted to stay in bed and dream of his mate, but he had to get ready for work and he was excited to see all the smiling faces of the young ones he looked after. Jost loved his job, but that morning he would have liked an extra ten minutes to think about Apollo, but it wasn’t to be. “Coming!”
Throwing back the covers, Jost got out of bed and grinned. He was happy. Like inside happy and not pretending on the outside happy. Apollo had done that, and they’d only known each other a couple of weeks. Maybe that was how it should be between mates. They were the other half, that missing piece, and once they found each other, everything fell into place. Jogging downstairs, he went into the kitchen and smiled. “Morning.”
“Someone’s happy. Date go well?” Anslem asked.
“We had so much fun at the adventure park. I can’t wait to go again, and I found out there is a mini one for young children, so I’m going to look into it for the cubs. It would be perfect for them to burn off some energy and have fun at the same time.”
“I heard one had opened up in town but forgot to tell you.” Ella put a plate of sausages, bacon, and eggs in front of him, and Jost’s stomach growled. “Someone’s hungry.”
“I guess I didn’t eat as much as I thought I had yesterday, but I was having too much fun to notice. You should take Otto there, and I can’t believe I just suggested that. Ugh. Where is he?”
“He was vomiting during the night. Surprised he didn’t wake you up.” Anslem tapped away on his tablet. “Have you seen the news? They want to raise taxes. How raising taxes up will improve our economy, I don’t know. You can’t tax your way to growth.”
Watching Anslem read his tablet reminded Jost of his grandfather, Arlon, rustling his newspaper as he read it. The memory made him smile, and he thanked Ella when she gave him a cup of coffee. Otto stumbled in, looking like death warmed up, and grimaced when he saw the food. He slumped on a chair, and Ella placed her hand on his forehead.
“You should go back to bed.”
“I’m thirsty,” he whined.
“I’ll get you some water, then you can go back to bed.” Ella kissed his forehead, and Otto must be ill because he didn’t complain. Jost quickly ate his breakfast, then put his empty plate in the sink, then jogged upstairs to get ready for work. When he entered his bedroom, he heard his phone beep and picked it up as he smiled. Apollo had sent him a message.
Opening it, he gasped and almost dropped the phone, then clasped it to his chest and spun around, rushing to the door to close it. He snuck another glimpse at the photo and shivered. Apollo’s chest all naked and wet like he’d just got out of the shower and taken the picture. Jost could see his happy trail, and he wanted to see more.
Jost rubbed his dick and bit his lip, then quickly stripped naked and lay on his bed. He stared up at the ceiling, deciding what he should send back. He liked doing this. It didn’t feel so real sending photos like there was distance between them and he made a quick decision, spread his legs and snapped a picture of his dick.
Sitting up, he stared at it then dropped his phone on the bed, sucking his lips in. Did he send it or not? His phone beeped again, and he saw Apollo had messaged him again and when he opened it, he almost dropped it. Apollo’s ass. Jesus, that thing was prime meat. All thick and juicy and Jost wanted to bite. Instead, he called Apollo, whispering, “you can’t send me that,” when he answered.
“Why not? Don’t want to send me the one you took?”
“How did you know I took one?” Jost stared at his phone. Then put it back to his ear. “How?”
“Because I would have. What did you take and why haven’t you sent it to me?”
