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The canopy
above Roman changed into a music video of one of the top-rated bands in the country. Everyone stopped and looked up at
the spectacle of colors and good music. Roman observed the people.
His gaze landed on the figure of a small man across the
street. The tan cargo shorts and green tank top emphasized his lean physique,
which had the predator in Roman waking up. Roman resisted the impulse to go
over there, grab the man up into his arms, and keep him in his hotel room until
neither of them could walk.
Roman was a
big man, with a lot of muscle mass, but he had the ability to slip silently
through a crowd and blend in with his surroundings. In a matter of seconds, he had navigated the throng of people
and was approaching the man who had caught his attention.
Roman couldn’t
take his eyes off a neck so gracefully arched. He wanted the man naked under
him while he buried his hand in the guy’s messy short light brown hair. He
would tug on that shiny hair until the man presented his neck for Roman’s
pleasure. Wide light green eyes stared up in wonder at the canopy above, and slightly parted lips looked as if
they were begging for kisses.
Taking a deep
breath to calm these newly found crazy-assed
feelings and his body’s over-the-top reaction to the man, Roman stepped beside
him and looked up at the video.
“A sight like
that makes you want to watch it for hours,” Roman commented.
Roman knew the
man thought he was talking about the pictures racing across the canopy, but in
actuality Roman was commenting on him.
“I’ve never
seen anything like it,” the man responded, not taking his eyes off the screen.
A shiver raced
across Roman’s skin at the sound of the man’s voice. He needed to demand his
attention, but, instead, in a calm voice he said, “I’m Roman Marshall.”
The man turned
his head and light green eyes widened as the man took in Roman for the first
time. Straight white teeth bit down on his plump
lower lip for a moment before the man released it. Roman wanted to use his tongue to soothe the reddened skin.
“Hi, I’m Jimmy
Earl.”
Jimmy shifted
his slight weight back and forth. Roman figured that was a nervous habit. Time
to see if the little bit of a man was brave enough to catch Roman’s bait.
“I’m hungry.
Would you like to go have something to eat?” he asked and waited, never letting
his gaze waver from Jimmy’s.
“Um… well… um.”
Jimmy shifted and looked away before biting his lip again. His gaze slid back
to Roman’s. “Sure.”
Tension Roman
hadn’t realized was there, eased. Smiling, he
gestured toward the casino next to them. “They have a halfway decent
restaurant here. Let’s go see what looks good.”
“Okay.” Jimmy
gave him a tentative smile before turning toward the huge open entryway Roman
had indicated to. Most casinos left their doors open wide to welcome people
ready to spend money.
Roman sucked
in his breath at the sight of Jimmy’s ass. The small backpack nestled against the
man’s back couldn’t distract from the perfectly heart-shaped
booty Jimmy’s shorts clung to. When Jimmy started through the door opening, his
ass flexed, causing Roman’s cock to press uncomfortably against the zipper of
his jeans.
For the last three
months, Roman had been exploring a new
venture and negotiating his future. As he laid a hand on Jimmy’s slim shoulder
to guide him through the maze of clanging bells and flashing lights of the slot
machines, Roman added Jimmy as a possibility to his plans.
A hostess
greeted them at the restaurant and proceeded to seat them at a table near the
back. That was fine with Roman. He wanted to get to know Jimmy with as few
distractions as possible.
As they
settled into chairs across from each other, Jimmy took off his backpack and
hung it on the back of one of the free chairs. That action, along with seeing
Jimmy’s face in the bright glow of the restaurant’s lights, had Roman’s heart
sinking.
He didn’t do jailbait, and he was no one’s daddy.
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