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Seryn needed someone to take care of him and Mitchell wanted the job. "Daddy Chef."
Mitchell chuckled. "I'll need an apron that says that."
Seryn met his gaze. "I'm sorry I bit you without asking."
Mitchell hadn't been expecting that, and he knew the surprise showed on his face, but it was only for a moment before he recovered. "Never apologize for needing me. If it's in my power to give, I will."
For the first time since they met, Seryn scowled. That spoke of progress more than anything else. "I still should have asked."
"What did Daddy say?"
Seryn averted his gaze. "That you'll always take care of me."
Mitchell loved Seryn's interpretation. "It means you can bite me any time you want. Just give me a little warning next time."
"But I didn't really need blood."
"You needed comfort." Mitchell thought of another thing. "What's the name of the man who did that to you?"
"Michael Stepp." Seryn met his gaze with a smile. "He's the first person I ever killed. I buried his body in the woods behind our house. And then reported him missing a few days later. Now he's nothing more than a missing person's report."
If Mitchell had led more of a sheltered life, Seryn might have scared him. "Good. Saves me the trouble. After I get out from under the gun mess."
"I think I can help."
"I'm counting on it, baby." But he didn't want to think about it just yet. "Which way to your bike collection?"
Seryn pointed to a door. "You're going to look so sexy riding this one in particular."
Mitchell chuckled. "You're going to let me ride one, huh? With you riding behind me, right?"
"The bike is yours, Daddy. And I'll ride you any time you want." Seryn and his sexy innuendos did things to Mitchell.
"You can't give me a bike. It's too much of a gift, baby."
There went Seryn's second scowl of the day. "I have eight bikes. Nine including that one. And it's too big for me."
"Why'd you buy it, if it's too big?"
"I had a vision. It was vague. Not you, but still you." Seryn shook his head. "I don't know if that makes sense. But I saw you. It was at night, so you were in the shadows. You were coming into our bedroom. You got into bed with me. It was a good vision. That was six years ago."
"You've been waiting to give it to me for six years."
"I've been waiting for you my whole life."
Mitchell hugged Seryn. "I'm here now. And I'm not going anywhere."
"Do you promise?"
"I promise." He just hoped he could keep it.
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The bikes were the best money could buy. A couple were vintage. "Which one do you like to ride the best?"
Seryn pointed to a black bike that appeared as if it were custom made. And then he got lost in kissing Mitchell's neck and then along his jawline. In between kisses, he said, "It fits me."
"Some's turned on by bikes." Mitchell could picture Seryn bent over one of them with his pants down just far enough for Mitchell to fuck into him. The pretty milky white globes of his ass would be in stark contrast to the black bike.
