Foxx met the glare with an even wider smile. “It fits well. Maybe you should get some leather pants to go with it?”
Harlow wrinkled his nose. “I hate breaking in leather pants.”
His eyes widened. “So, you had a pair?”
“I did. A few. I also had a motorcycle. But that was lost when my garage went up in flames.”
Foxx winced. He knew what it was like to lose everything you cared about. Even if things weren’t as important as people, it still sucked. “Sorry.”
“The garage caught fire after the house went up. So, it was either I save my Jeep, with my stash of weapons and the little bit of clothes I had left, or the bike… Which I had taken apart a few weeks ago to work on. It really wasn’t a choice.”
Yeah, getting something in pieces out of a burning garage wouldn’t have been a fun time. “How about we stop by some of the local dealers after this?”
“Maybe. My hunter insurance will probably cover the loss. But I have to decide if I can replace it right away or not. They won’t be instantly paying for everything. And I'd rather replace some of the personal weapons I lost, over my motorcycle that I don’t use as much as I used to.”
Foxx nodded. “I mean, I don’t mind buying it for you.”
“No,” Harlow said firmly.
“But—”
“Look, I know you have money. Probably because you are much older than that piece of government plastic says you are. But I don’t need you to pay for my things.”
Foxx shrugged. Men and their pride.
“Moving on. I suppose I should start breaking in a few pairs now,” Harlow sighed.
Foxx followed him a few racks over as the man started thumbing through leather pants. When the hunter picked a pair up, Foxx eyed them with interest. Perhaps he should try some on too? He had never worn leather pants before.
* * *
Harlow pulledon the waist of the leather pants with a grimace. They were stiff and uncomfortable. Turning around, he glanced over his shoulder. His taut, muscled ass was nicely emphasized. “Not bad for an old man,” he snorted.
Stiff they may be, but they did fit. And it would soften with time, or some leather conditioner. Quickly changing back into his jeans, he grabbed the pants and exited the fitting room.
“Foxx, let me—” He choked on his words, eyes widening at the sight of Foxx standing there in a pair of leather pants, looking at himself in the larger mirrors outside the dressing rooms.
The vampire was holding up his sweater, revealing a tiny waist and a drool-worthy, thick, biteable ass. Handfuls—a total bubble butt—just a big, juicy, fat ass.
Finest ass he had seen in a long while—damn! His cock hardened fully as he stared for way longer than he should have.
Foxx glanced back at him, brow-raising, as his gaze traveled down Harlow's body once before his eyes widened a touch and flicked back to his face. A flush started to spread across Foxx’s freckled cheeks. Yep, the vampire definitely saw his arousal, and possibly smelled it.
Fuck it. Strolling forward, he came up behind him and slid his hand along the band of the pants. Foxx let out a soft gasp.
“Looks good. You should get them,” Harlow rumbled with a smirk.
Looking at their reflections in the mirror, he could just imagine pushing the vampire against it, tugging those pants down and plunging inside.
Foxx cleared his throat. “I’m…not sure.”
“Get them,” he growled.
The blush on the vampire’s cheeks deepened, and a slight tremble went through Foxx’s body as he stuttered out, “O-okay.”
He eyed the man’s butt again. Perhaps, he could take the plunge into his bi-sexuality for a chance at such a fine ass.
Foxx coated his waffles in syrup before cutting into the large stack and then stabbing at a few pieces with his fork. As he shoved it into his mouth, he groaned—by the Goddess, syrup was good.
