Boaz’s heart hammered so hard in his chest he was sure Alexander could hear it. He got out of bed just to put some distance between them. He walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He leaned against the door for a few seconds, just breathing and assessing the situation. It hadn’t escaped him how ridiculous Alexander’s reasons where. Blaming him for saving his life and kissing him at the lake. Those things wouldn’t end with a fuck.
It was all so ridiculous.
Yet exactly what he been craving for weeks. Alexander gave him what he’d wanted. No wonder he hadn’t pushed him out of his bed. Boaz wanted him here.
Fuck.
Boaz walked to the basin, opened the taps and splashed some water on his face. He wet a towel and cleaned off his and cum. He reached behind him and dabbed at his hole, wiping awayAlexander’s cum, slowly dripping out. His body shuddered from the simple touch.
Oh fuck, he bit into his bottom lip as pain and pleasure mingled inside him. He known being with Alexander would feel good but that had been on another level.
Perfect.
His cock throbbed and jerked at the thought of doing it again.
No. One night that. That was all.
Boaz rinsed out the towel and walked out of the room. Alexander was sprawled on the bed as if he owned the place. He stopped at the foot of the bed and stared down at him.
He looked gorgeous.
Boaz wanted to touch him again, kiss him.
Fuck. What had he been thinking?
“You should leave,” he said throwing the towel at Alexander. Boaz didn’t wait to see where it landed, he turned to the closet and pulled out his sweats. He put them on and waited for a few minutes before he turned around to face Alexander.
He breathed out a sigh of relief when he found him dressed.
Alexander looked at him for a tense minute, then his eyes sidled away.
Was he regretting what they’d done? He wasn’t gay after all. Boaz wrapped his arms around him, suddenly feeling vulnerable.
“I should get some sleep,” he said.
“Yeah, thanks,” Alexander said. Before he disappeared, Boaz felt the vampire’s gaze linger on him.
Chapter 20
Boaz
“I’m going to get more beer,” Hansel said as he got up from the log they’d parked themselves as soon as the bonfire was lit.
Boaz eagerly nodded. He was on his fifth beer, and they were fucking not doing their job. He should be drunk out of his mind by now. But all he felt was a tingling in his fingers and a numbness around his nose. Otherwise, he was sobber as fuck. He wanted to get so drunk, he would forget his fucking name and forget what he and Alexander had done.
Boaz dragged a hand down his face as guilt squeezed his throat. He watched Lyla and her friends a few feet away. The blazing bonfire casting her in a golden glow that used to get Boaz’s heart racing, but now all he could feel was a fondness that made him feel even more guilty for what he’d done last night.In the moment he hadn’t stopped to think about how Lyla felt about the vampire.
And it seemed she might like him.
Boaz took another gulp of his beer as he half listened to Lyla and her friends talk about Alexander. They were discussing ways for her to move things along without being too obvious. Apparently, Alexander hasn’t kissed or touched her.
“He’s moving so slow. I don’t know what to do,” Lyla said in frustration.
“Maybe he’s old fashioned,” one of her friends said. “He just woke up a few days ago. Maybe he hasn’t adjusted to the modern way of living yet. Men back then used to wait until marriage to hold their wives’ hands.” The latter was whispered, but Boaz still managed to hear.
Beer went the wrong way and he started to cough. He waved the closest wolf who turned to help him away.
Old-fashioned my foot.