Chapter Six
A rhythmic pulse of blood in Zeus’ ears muted the loud music.
Zeus’ heart tried to beat out of his chest. He headed first to the dog pen, where Onyx waited.
Zeus was relieved as hell to see the woman who had worked for him since day one.
He couldn’t make his lips shape a smile for her or the pups.
His life was seconds away from falling apart.
“You’re being such good boys. Mistress Onyx will be taking you out for your walk tonight. Make sure you behave and have fun.”
He glanced Onyx's way.
The flashing colorful lights highlighted her jet-black hair. Her dark eyes reflected the same colors. “They’ll behave.”
Zeus gave her a nod of appreciation and made his way to the bar. He dipped behind it. “Hey, Sonny. I’m out. No one is allowed to disturb me.”
The blond flashed him a bright smile. “Sure thing, boss.”
With the bare minimum completed, Zeus headed back to the apartment.
He found Tracker on the couch, waiting patiently.
Zeus wanted to straddle his lap and distract Tracker from the truth.
The problem was this topic wasn’t going away.
He knew he could make Tracker forget what he had seen for a night.
But ultimately, his job still existed, and one day, what he did for a living would explode in their face, and not in a good way.
Zeus joined Tracker on the couch. He jumped straight into explaining himself, but he couldn’t look at Tracker while he did. “Do you have any idea how someone like me is trained? How someone like me is created? I—”
“I’m proud of you.”
Zeus’ gaze snapped to hold Tracker’s stare at the statement. He blinked and then blinked again. That was the last thing Zeus expected to hear. In fact, that hadn’t even been on the list of possibilities. “For what?” Zeus hadn’t meant to sound so shocked, but he felt sideswiped and couldn’t hide it.
“You’ve chosen self-awareness and to face your programming head on.
Instead of ruining lives the way you were trained to do, you’ve carved out a space to use that training for good.
For people who are likely too ashamed of their desires to look elsewhere.
This place is a perfect outlet for you. I’m better for having known you. Your strength is inspiring.”
Tracker was the only person who made him feel out of his depth. He never reacted to anything the way Zeus anticipated. Of course, Tracker was a genius with an analytical mind. It made sense that he could see Zeus so clearly.
“You’re amazing.” He was, and Zeus had to tell him. “I’ve worried myself sick tonight, thinking you would react badly to what I do here.”
“Why?” Tracker sounded genuinely confused. “I know you. You’re not who everyone thinks you are.” Tracker blushed, fascinating Zeus. “In fact.” He cleared his throat.
Zeus smiled at the sound. He already knew he would love whatever Tracker said next. No one was more adorable when they got uncomfortable.
Tracker took a deep breath. His blush got brighter. “I’ve always felt kind of special and honored to get to see the real you.”
God, Zeus was so fucking in love with Tracker. Zeus’ throat felt a little tight. “You are special, but not because I’m showing myself to you. You’re the only who looks past what everyone else sees.” He paused. A thought hit. “I suppose Clay sees me too, but that’s not the same.”
For a moment, they simply stared at each other in silence. Zeus chose to break it. “I need a shower.”
Tracker smiled. “Okay. Was that your polite way of asking me to leave?”
“No. That was me telling you we’re taking a shower.”
“Okay.”
Tracker surprised Zeus a little with his immediate agreement.
No blushing or stressing about his body.
It was humbling as hell to realize exactly how much Tracker trusted him.
Zeus stood and held his hand out to Tracker.
Tracker accepted. Together they headed for the bathroom inside Zeus’ bedroom.
They worked silently together to get the temperature right and set out towels and washcloths.
Zeus never showered with anyone else. That was an intimacy he didn’t want.
When it came to Tracker, no rules applied. Zeus wanted a life with him.
Inside the onslaught of showerheads firing at them from every direction, they met and held each other’s stare.
A smile exploded across Tracker’s face. “It’s a good thing you have a nice shower. I could see this being a water hog, freezing situation otherwise.”
Zeus loved the way Tracker’s brain worked. He laughed. “Here I am thinking about how badly I want you inside me, and you’re internally debating if I would freeze you out with fewer shower heads.” He couldn’t stop laughing. “You’re the best part of my life.”
Tracker’s expression never shifted at the confession, but his eyes were bright with happiness. “You too.”
Zeus snagged Tracker’s hips and backed him against the wall. Tracker’s gaze never wavered from holding Zeus’ stare. The air changed between them. Lust rose every bit as heavily as the steam in the shower.
“Shadow says no one gets more than one night with you.”
Zeus wanted to be upset about that, but it was true, and the statement proved Tracker had been talking about him. “You aren’t just anyone.”
“Okay.”
“You should kiss me.”
Zeus half expected Tracker to argue or ask questions.
Instead, he kissed Zeus. Before Zeus recovered from that small shock, Tracker surprised him further by running his hands down Zeus’ back and squeezing his ass.
Zeus lost all sense of reason. Everything felt more powerful when he was with Tracker.
This was why he had stopped having sex altogether.
At some point, Zeus had decided it was Tracker or no one.
Before Zeus could get too carried away, Tracker’s kiss softened and slowed. When Tracker pulled away, he kept coming back for sweet kisses before finally grabbing the shampoo.
“Let me do this.” He went to work washing Zeus’ hair.
Zeus couldn’t stop his eyes from closing while Tracker spoiled him.
He was in heaven. Zeus was always only a sex object.
No one wanted to take care of him the way Tracker did.
Emotion overwhelmed Zeus at the thought.
He had never stood a chance against falling in love with Tracker.
Zeus just didn’t know how to convince Tracker to see how real they were.
He knew Tracker, so he knew Tracker still didn’t realize Zeus was a hundred percent serious about them.
Zeus didn’t know how to do this part. He had only been taught to seduce. No one had shown him how to love.
A split second before Zeus fell apart, Tracker kissed him.
It was such a sweet moment. Tracker didn’t stop.
He wove a spell over Zeus. Zeus let himself hope he could have a normal, healthy life with Tracker.
The more his feelings grew, the more desperate Zeus became.
He wanted to beg for more of this magic only Tracker made him feel.
Tracker didn’t make him plead for his affection.
He didn’t stop. The way he touched Zeus gently—like he was precious to Tracker—had Zeus addicted.
He would stay right there under the water forever if Tracker let him.
Every passing second felt like it brought him closer to the most amazing future.
He wanted a life with Tracker. No looking back.
In no world had Tracker seen himself being so exposed to anyone.
But Zeus wasn’t just anyone. He was Zeus.
The shower they shared was an experience Tracker would never forget.
Every touch they shared was magical. For the first time, Tracker realized exactly how broken he would be when Zeus didn’t want to keep touching him.
The thought of returning to never feeling Zeus’ hands on his skin was devastating.
Tracker wanted every second Zeus gave him, nonetheless.
Tracker had been through enough in his life to understand how important appreciating the moment was to maintain sanity.
Even after they made it to Zeus’ bed, the lingering, loving kisses didn’t stop.
Tracker was infatuated. He also had several revelations he wasn’t prepared for and didn’t feel good about.
It turned out he had wanted Zeus for a long time.
He simply hadn’t recognized the feelings he had never experienced before.
Now he knew, and there was no going back.
One day he would have to go back to telling himself Zeus was just a friend, and now he knew that was a lie.
Tracker didn’t think he could unsee the falsehood.
Tracker let Zeus roll a condom down his erection and coat the outside with lube. Zeus’ cheeks were flushed and his lips swollen from their kisses. Tracker couldn’t look away. He wanted to hold on to the picture forever. Tracker was breathless as hell, but he had to say what beat at his brain.
“I want to tell you how beautiful you look right now. But I’m sure everyone tells you that, and I don’t know how to vocalize how it’s not about looks.”
Zeus held his stare as if clinging to each word. “That’s the first time you’ve ever said that to me.”
A hint of awkwardness crept in. “That’s not the first time I've thought it.”
A blindingly beautiful smile exploded across Zeus’ face.
While Tracker was still stricken dumb by Zeus’ flawlessness, Zeus sat on Tracker’s cock.
Tracker’s spine left the bed. He wanted everything Zeus had given him.
Every second of his time and attention was priceless to Tracker.
He clamped his back teeth shut to stop himself from begging Zeus for forever.
Tracker couldn’t look away from Zeus. Beads of water dripped from his shoulder-length blond hair.
His muscles rolled and bunched as he rode Tracker.
Tracker couldn’t stay still. He did his best to take his pleasure from Zeus.
Tracker had to make Zeus feel good. He palmed Zeus’s erection and tugged.
“Yes, stroke me. I love your hands on my body.”
Every word Zeus spoke emboldened Tracker.
He couldn’t stop trying to pull cum from Zeus while his other hand touched and squeezed every inch of Zeus Tracker could reach.
It was strange to go from never being held or touched or able to do the same to anyone else to Zeus’ ministrations.
His life had been flipped on its head in a good way.
But now he lived in constant fear that each time would be the last.
Zeus looked like a man on the edge.
Tracker was transfixed. “I loved the way it felt when you came on my stomach. Do it again?”
The whine that escaped Zeus punched Tracker straight in the heart.
He felt things that terrified him. Then Zeus blew, looking exactly like the god he was, and Tracker realized he never stood a chance.
He was fully in love with Zeus. Likely, he had always been.
Tracker didn’t have time to think too much about it.
An orgasm struck, taking him out of reality.
Once Zeus’ tongue was in his mouth, nothing mattered.
He was in his own version of heaven. Tracker wanted to stay forever.