STORY EXCERPT

Grabbing some napkins off the stack on the counter, Delta set the device aside, snagged the pen hiding halfway under the rack of silverware, then jotted down the family’s order. When he tried to lift the napkin, it was stuck to the counter.

From what he could see, someone had spilled some syrup and hadn’t wiped it up.

He wouldn’t let this frustrate him on his first morning at his new job. This wasn’t a place to break down with his personal issues. For now, he would suck it up, paste on a smile until his cheeks hurt, and pretend life wasn’t gut-punching him.

All he could do was rewrite the order on a different napkin—careful of any suspicious-looking spots on the counter—and hand it to Roman. “You have to pretend I beamed this order through my thought waves. I got a table of kids I need to impress.”

“Just be yourself and the cool kids will like you.” Roman swiped the napkin off the pass. “Peer pressure can be brutal. Grab another device.”

“They’re not my peers,” Delta argued. “They’re little kids.”

Roman winked at him. “Don’t let them get under your skin, slugger.”

The guy was so not funny.

“From what I heard, Roman was a scrooge and purchased the cheapest model.” Julian joined them and grabbed the plates Roman had just whipped onto the ledge of the pass. “You get what you pay for.”

“I paid for working employees, but they seem to glitch just as much as the devices when it comes to doing their jobs.” Roman went back to playing superhero in the kitchen.

One thing Delta could say—it was very entertaining working here. He grabbed the carafe of decaffeinated coffee for the gorgeous devil, only to notice a dribble remained. It was the same for the other two carafes.

Grumbling, he rinsed them out and made three fresh pots. While they brewed, he took the kids’ and wife’s drinks to them. “Your coffee is percolating even as we speak. A fresh-brewed cup is coming right up.”

When the jerk grunted and turned away from him, Delta squinted at him, wondering who had taught him such spectacular manners. The guy started talking to his kids, like his server hadn’t spoken a single word to him.

There always had to be one or two people who Sparta-kicked a person’s patience to the very edge. Asshat.

Despite most of the customers being nice, friendly people, there were some, like the gorgeous devil, who were irritating to deal with.

Just keep smiling. Just keep smiling. Just keep smiling, smiling, smiling he sang in his head. He was referencing Finding Nemo, but substituted “swimming” for “smiling.” It was a catchy tune and kept him from flipping the guy off.

Just keep smiling—

The song died in Delta’s head when he turned to his other tables and spotted two huge biker men sitting at one of them. Sweet baby Jesus. The man on the right exuded an air of rugged masculinity, and Delta found himself walking that way as if pulled along like a whimpering puppy on an invisible leash.

Whoa. Where on earth had that come from? Delta needed to lay off the coffee. It was making his brain think all kinds of weird things. Like how he would love to sit on the face of the guy with the full beard.

Jeez. Someone please save me from the dirty thoughts suddenly bombarding my sex-deprived brain. But the behemoth had Delta’s full attention. Boy, did he ever.

Seriously, the stranger’s perfectly groomed, full beard and styled undercut conveyed a dedication to his appearance, hinting at a meticulous personality, maybe even a touch of vanity. I

still want to sit on his face.

Their booth was against the wall parallel to the entrance, and Delta could see both of them clearly. Sexy Man’s tattoos, rendered in a mix of fine lines and bold shading, spoke to a story etched onto his very skin, hinting at experiences and passions that had shaped him. The guy just seemed like someone who embraced life on his own terms.

The same kind of view Delta wished he possessed instead of the crappy life he currently had. Too bad he couldn’t send it in for a premium upgrade.

Delta was still a good twenty feet away. He’d only taken a few steps toward their table, but then his breath stalled in his lungs.

Sexy Man sniffed the air slightly, two quick inhales through his nose, and then he turned his head to gaze at Delta curiously. What was that all about? No way the guy could smell Delta from this distance. Or he was just sniffing the aroma of food and had glanced his way out of coincidence?

Delta needed to pull himself together, but right now, his brain couldn’t decide between panicking or proceeding forward.

For a brief moment, he locked up. Couldn’t move a muscle. Something he was good for whenever he freaked out.

The man’s features softened, and his eyes gave off a warm glow. A relaxed smile appeared, and for some reason, Delta’s chest loosened. The sounds in the diner resurfaced. Kids chatting loudly. Silverware clanking against plates. The sound of Delta’s heavy breathing.

Running a hand down the front of his shirt, he scolded himself for turning into an idiot who lacked enough brain cells to function as an intelligent adult.

Take a hit of oxygen. Hold. Release.

“Good morning, gentlemen.” Now Delta wished he had his device. He had no idea what to do with his hands. He crossed his arms, let them hang limply at his sides, then finally jammed his hands into his back pockets to prevent himself from reaching out and running his fingers through Sexy Man’s beard.

He just bet it would be as soft as it looked.

His fingers were itching to find out.

ADULT EXCERPT

His heart thumped wildly when he made up his mind, when he decided to give Kalen his trust and dive headfirst into this, because nothing had ever felt so right as it did when he was with the older man.

Deepening the kiss, Kalen slowly lowered Delta to his back. Then he helped Delta to scoot backward until his head was resting on the soft pillows.

Kalen followed, his strong muscles sinking over Delta as he settled between his legs. The press of his hard body had Delta’s cock growing thick in seconds flat. He felt Kalen’s denim-trapped erection against his thigh, and oh damn, it was a large bulge that felt as hard as concrete.

Delta sucked in a quick breath. He couldn’t remember ever getting this turned on this fast. Kalen had to be telling the truth. Delta had never felt so consumed by anyone.

A warm, strong hand slipped under Delta’s shirt, sweeping upward, and then Kalen’s fingers pinched his left nipple. Delta arched beneath him as a long, salacious groan escaped.

He trembled as Kalen slid his shirt up and sucked a hardened nipple between his lips, suckling the nub then rolling it between his teeth.

Kalen traced his fingers over Delta’s hardened nipples, brushing heat against Delta’s skin and making him to squirm, causing him to spread his legs wider.

He was already so hard for Kalen, so aroused that he was ready to rip off his clothes and beg the man to fuck him.

“Kalen,” Delta whimpered. His desire for Kalen was almost unbearable.

When Kalen lifted his head, his blue-diamond eyes ignited with something Delta couldn’t name. He’d never been the object of someone’s intense gaze before. It was like Kalen wanted to possess every single inch of Delta’s body. Maybe even his soul.

And Delta would let him. He wanted it. Was desperate for it. Was dizzy with so much need he started to thrust his hard cock against Kalen’s chest.

Then Kalen pulled back and captured Delta’s mouth, his tongue plunging deep. The man had him squirming, panting and moaning. Delta’s cock throbbed, getting more and more uncomfortable while trapped in his pants.

Grabbing a handful of delicious ass, he pulled on Kalen’s body to bring him closer so he could grind into the man’s rigid stomach.

Suddenly, Kalen was gone, taking away the firm pressure of his body. He twisted sideways and yanked open the middle drawer of his nightstand while Delta struggled to breathe.

Something hit the bed. A bottle of lube.

Kalen stood and turned, and sweet hell, he yanked Delta to the edge of the bed and began to undress him. Those strong hands worked quickly to rid Delta of his clothes.

“So fucking pretty,” Kalen groaned, staring down at him like Delta was a prime piece of meat he was about to devour.

Yes please.

“Plant your feet on the bed, baby.”

Delta obeyed without hesitation. He scooted back and did as he was  told, staring up at Kalen as the man stood there watching him with heavy-lidded eyes.

Kalen brushed his hands over Delta’s legs then slid them between his knees, coaxing him to let his legs fall to the sides.

There was something about Kalen being fully dressed and Delta lying there completely naked that was so damn arousing.

Lubed fingers traced over Delta’s crease almost teasingly, making him shiver as he felt Kalen’s fingers separate his cheeks then probe at his ring of muscle.

With their eyes locked, a finger pressed inside of Delta. He wasn’t sure who moaned louder, but his moans increased when Kalen lowered to his knees, and then used his broad shoulders to nudge Delta’s legs open even wider. Holding his breath, he watched Kalen sink his lips over his cock, taking the hard shaft down his throat.

Oh. My. God.

Delta jolted, curling his fingers into the bedding as he closed his eyes. Shit. Kalen licked his way back up the hard shaft and flicked his tongue over and around the head.

Another finger worked its way into Delta’s ass.

Kalen took the cock deeper, sucking on the way up. Was it possible to die from getting slow, torturous head? As good as it felt, Delta needed faster. Needed it more than the oxygen he was breathing. He thrust upward, only for Kalen to sling an arm over his waist to limit his movements.

“Kalen, I need more,” Delta whined. “Faster…please.”

A third finger joined the first two. Now Delta was out of his mind with pleasure, right at the edge of an orgasm the man refused to give him. Kalen tightened his fist around his cock, adding incredible pressure.

Now Delta was writhing like crazy, trying his best to thrust, even with Kalen’s arm pinning him down. He white-knuckled the cover, his legs squeezing inward, and then he fell back down, breathing so fast his mouth was dry.