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.Heremembered most of his conversation with Wod, he thought, and he vividly recalledhaving seen Rom in the hot tub with Tym.Naked and wet, fucking Tym frombehind.So strong, so gorgeous, so unbelievably sexy.Lon even remembered theReindeer Games 39sparkle of water on Rom s pale skin in the moonlight.Overcome, Lon gripped therounded edge of the porcelain sink and waited for a wave of desire to release him. He s barely ever been with anyone twice. He remembered Wod saying that too.A sense of loss drained the lust, and he lifted his face to stare at his dumbstruckreflection.What now? Was he fooling himself about Rom? Even if he got the otherman s attention, would it be everything Lon imagined? Could it be anything close towhat he imagined? Or would he get, at most, one night of bliss, followed by alifetime of memory?Maybe it would be worth it.Rom had been magnificent, thrusting into Tym.Tym certainly had been lost in ecstasy.But beyond the initial thought, it just didn tappeal to Lon.A single night didn t seem right.But it wasn t a decision to be made right now.First things first, he needed toget out of Wod s cottage. If you d let me, I d love to fuck you right now. The memory of Wod s offer wascrystal clear, resuming the desire in his blood.Right.He couldn t let that happen.Why not?Never you mind why.He left the bathroom, then sat on a chair to don his shoes.After pulling on hisjacket and firmly buttoning it to his chin well, okay, the base of his neck he creptto the door and opened it a crack.The main room of the cottage looked verydifferent in the daylight.Sunlight streamed in through the east-facing windows,bouncing off the light pine walls to give a gentle golden glow to the somber tones inthe furniture.He saw no one as he opened the door fully and stepped out, carefulnot to let the hard rubber soles of his shoes make a sound on the hardwood floor.The front door was directly to his left.He could just slip out and pretend that noneof last night had happened.Except that it had.Wod had been nothing but nice.More than nice.He had, infact, offered to help Lon& along with other things.40 Jet MyklesHe deserved better.At least a thank-you. Wo  Lon s voice broke on a squeak.He cleared his throat and tried again. Wod? In here.Following the heavenly scents of coffee, sugar, and cinnamon, Lon creptaround the corner into the main room.Beyond the sitting area with the couch andfireplace were a small table and chairs.Wod sat, bare-chested, with his back to thewall, watching the sun on the snowy escarpment that dropped to the river farbelow.Lon stopped, amazed at the way the morning light made Wod s rich, loosehair the same deep red of the mulled wine that had jumbled his thoughts last night.A shadow from one of the trees that flanked the picture window mixed with Wod sshadow on the wall behind him and gave it antlers.It was almost as though hisother form hovered over his shoulder.Wod turned to face him, and the shadows parted. Good morning.How do youfeel? Much better. Lon shuffled closer, unsure what to do. Good morning.Thankyou for&  He gestured toward the bedroom. Thank you for letting me sleep it off. You re welcome.Lon put a hand to his head. I don t usually drink. Good to know. Wod leaned forward and crossed his arms on the table.Sleekmuscles bunched in his arms, a minor distraction to add to that of a stack of a dozenfresh, hot cinnamon rolls set before him. Even if it does pack a punch, the wineusually wears off by morning. I m sorry for putting you out of your bed. He forced himself not to make it aquestion.For all he knew, Wod had slept beside him and had gotten up early.Thatsent an odd thrill through him. It s all right.I ve slept on that couch many times.Reindeer Games 41So they hadn t been in bed together.Good.Right? Lon grabbed the back of oneof the chairs as he stood behind it. Still, you didn t have to. I did.I gave you the wine. Wod waved at the rolls on the table. Please, sit.Igot us breakfast.Deliberately not licking his lips, Lon shook his head and released the chair. No, I should leave.I ve troubled you enough. Lon, sit.I can t send you home on an empty stomach.Although touched by Wod s concern, Lon still protested, taking a step back. Ican t.Wod stood. Lon.They re already here.No sense in wasting them.I won t eatthem all. He picked up his empty mug. There s mocha coffee too.Lon s mouth watered.He loved mocha coffee.Together with cinnamon rolls,that was his ideal breakfast.Of course, among the elves, he was not alone in thispreference.While he was hesitating, Wod crossed behind him.He pulled out the chair,then propelled Lon into it with a firm shove. Eat.I ll get you a cup.Lon bit his lip, staring at the cinnamon rolls.A half dozen of them werestacked in a neat pyramid on a plate, the icing clearly added after they werestacked, since it oozed unbroken over the whole stack.Still warm, with a littlesteam rising off them [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]