Joa was beaming when they walked out, grinning from ear-to-ear. “That was fun, hmm?”
“It was. And now you owe me a beer.” He would swear Balta touched his butt when they moved around the truck.
By the time he’d driven them to the hotel, he’d convinced himself he was hallucinating, was being tempted by a demon.
He pulled into the valet parking, took the ticket from the man, and grabbed his gear. Balta hauled his bag, the limp mostly gone. In fact, Balta looked better than good. Almost bouncy.
Joa watched all the way to the elevator. Watched that denim-covered backside bounce.
Balta jabbered at him all the way, switching to Portuguese when they gained some company on the second floor. It was probably a bit rude, but it kept their conversation private.
Balta’s room was on the eighth floor, his on the tenth. “Do you want me to bring you a beer down?”
“Hmm. You’re sharing with Eduardo, huh? Yeah, bring it down. See you in ten?” Balta winked, his long eyelashes fluttering.
“Sim, sim, Balta. Ten.” Ten would be enough time to…take care of the problems his body was having so that he could treat Balta with the respect the man deserved.
As the elevator doors closed, he pressed his wrist against his aching cock. He might not need ten minutes at all.
