Sven’s words warmed Geoffrey’s chest, leaving him rubbing his heart. “Yeah, but you’re giving up your day off. I feel like we should do something for you. What do you normally do on your day off?”
Looking away from Geoffrey, Sven shrugged his big shoulders. The island stood between them, but he traced his fingers along the natural designs in the smooth countertop. Geoffrey just had to reach a short distance across to hook his long, slender fingers around Sven’s larger, rough fingers.
“Not much. I work out. Spend time with my sister. Clean my apartment.”
Geoffrey chuckled and slid his fingers across the counter so that they were just inches away from Sven’s. “Come on. Day off, you’ve got to do something fun. What do you do for fun on your day off?”
Sven’s smile grew as he moved his fingers over the counter, they brushed against Geoffrey’s once, twice…before twining them together so that they were holding hands. Other than the kiss, it was one of the few times Sven had touched him willingly when it had nothing to do with keeping him safe.
Geoffrey wondered if he could forget how to breathe.
“I play Frisbee golf on Wednesday mornings when the weather is nice.”
“Really?” Geoffrey wrinkled his nose as he gazed up at Sven, his fingers tightening slightly. “I would never have expected that.”
“My oldest brother loves it and he used to drag me out because he hates playing alone. When I moved to Cincinnati, I discovered there are a lot of amazing courses around the city. I picked it up again just so I could get outside, but it also reminds me of all those afternoons with him.”
“Great! Let me get changed and we can go.” Geoffrey started to release Sven’s fingers, but Sven tightened his grip and pulled Geoffrey around to his side of the island as he tried to walk to the master bedroom.
“Are you sure?”
“Definitely. I mean, you’ll have to teach me. I’ve tossed a Frisbee on the beach a few times, but I have a feeling this is more involved.”
“Just a little.”
Geoffrey was standing close enough to Sven that he had to tilt his head back to see him. “And you’ll teach me?”
“Of course.” His words had taken on a low rumble as he leaned down and gently kissed him. Geoffrey opened his mouth to deepen the kiss when Sven pulled away, frowning. He was about to ask Sven what was wrong when Sven grabbed him by his upper thighs and lifted him up so that he was seated on the island.
“Perfect,” Sven murmured, stepping between Geoffrey’s parted legs. Sven maintained absolute control of this kiss no matter how Geoffrey tried to push him for more. He slowly licked his way into Geoffrey’s mouth, exploring him with a thoroughness that left every nerve ending tingling and his cock aching.
“Or we could skip Frisbee golf,” Geoffrey offered breathlessly when Sven ended the kiss. “Stay home. Do something else that’ll make us sweaty and dirty.”
Sven pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose. He helped him down off the counter, sliding his slender body down along Sven’s hard, rigid frame. He felt Sven’s hard dick brush against his own through his jeans and he swore softly. Would never have guessed Sven was an evil tease.
“Maybe later,” Sven said, releasing him and taking a step backward. “Go get changed. And don’t post this to your social media, okay?”
Geoffrey boldly adjusted himself in his jeans. Later was definitely going to happen. His cock might be arguing for now, but he was looking forward to spending a little time with Sven, pretending that someone wasn’t stalking him while learning more about the man that was starting to consume so much of his life.###
Geoffrey climbed out of Sven’s massive, snarling SUV and stretched his arms over his head. Sven had taken them to one of his favorite courses located in a Northern Kentucky park. From the parking lot on the top of a hill, he could easily see a series of rolling hills and dark, shadowed woods, offering a break from the summer heat. On the drive, the morning clouds had moved on, leaving the sun shining brightly overhead. In a couple of hours, the temperature would be creeping toward the nineties, but for now, there was a light breeze and the heat wasn’t too overpowering, giving them time enough to sneak in a game.
How well he was going to play was a different story and it had nothing to do with whether he could actually throw a disc. Sven had changed out of his jeans and T-shirt. He now wore a pair of khaki cargo shorts that showed off thick, muscular calves and wonderfully hairy legs that Geoffrey wanted to run his hands over. The T-shirt appeared to be an old Ward Security shirt that Sven had cut the sleeves off of, leaving overly large openings for his arms and damn easy access to his chest and back. Fuck, he was gorgeous and Geoffrey just wanted to run his hands over every inch of the man. But he was behaving…for now.