Chapter Four
Joa was in the truck, waiting for Balta to go. He had the cooler with the water and beer and Coke between them. He had his sunglasses on; he was ready.
Ready.
Honestly.
He would drive and head for the next event and not think about what he had done.
He had… With Balta Silva.
Him.
In the bed.
In the dark.
Together.
Balta wandered out of the hotel lobby, the sun shining on him in his crisp white shirt and tight jeans, and he seemed like…like…dessert.
Joa’s cock jerked, tried to fill, and he thumped it.
Good. He had to be good.
Vaulting into the cab, Balta smiled at him, but frowned a bit at the cooler.
“You ready? I got beer, water, Coke for the trip.”
“We could put it in the back, huh?” Something in Balta’s gaze made his cheeks heat.
“It… It would be harder to get to.” Still, he nodded, started up the Chevy and headed out.
“It would.” Those brown hands moved restlessly, Balta drumming out a beat on his thighs.
He didn’t know what to say, what to do, so he drove, trying not to chatter endlessly.
Balta smiled at him suddenly, reaching across the cooler to touch his arm. “How are you today, huh?”
His own smile answered—without any permission from him at all. “Nervous, some. You?”
“I am good. Feeling very good, indeed.” The wink went with the smile like coconut and caramel.
Mmm. Caramel. His stomach growled, loud enough that Balta chuckled. After the short-go today, he would have a candy, as a reward.
“We should stop and get some food soon, huh?” Balta stretched his arms, cracked his neck. “You know what I want?”
“What?”
“Mortadella.”
“Mmm.” Joa nodded, chuckled. “Is this place big enough to have mortadella?” At home he had to drive to Austin to get it.
“No. But I want a mortadella roll and some cheese bread.” Balta craved the worst of the Brazilian foods. The man had a fat tooth to rival Joa’s sweet one.
“Mamaemakes thepapos-de-anjofor me. Those? Those I could eat.” By the dozens. He loved the sweet bits of pastry all dripping with syrup.
“I like those, too. More, though, I likeempadinhas. With shrimp and hearts of palm, huh?” Balta licked his lips dramatically.
