Savaro's Honey Buns (7 page)

"Yeah well, you are. So get used to it."

Savaro laughed and Jamal silenced him by reaching up, wrapping his arm around Savaro and kissing him deeply. "I think you should go." His voice sounded breathy to himself. Jamal groaned and shifted slightly in his seat to ease the pressure off his quickly hardening arousal.

"Or what?"

Jamal smirked and grabbed Savaro's dick through

his pants. "Ever been bent over the hood of a car and taken hard from behind?"

"Jamal…"

He saw it the moment Savaro sucked in some air

and held it. Jamal smiled leaning over to whisper in Savaro's ear. "Let's just say it would be wonderful but afterward, your neighbours would know my name."

"When do I get to bend you over the hood of my car?" Savaro asked.

"Anytime, anyplace any way you want it Baby."

Savaro licked Jamal's ear. "Are you turned on, Jamal?"

"How about I climb over this centre console and I'll show you?" Jamal felt the smirk dance across his lips and licked it away.

Savaro groaned and pushed from the car. Closing

the door after him he stuck his head back in. "I'll tell you something though. If Leroy weren't inside that house…"

"I know… It would have been on."

"Damn right. I'll see you tonight, Jamal."

Jamal watched Savaro until he disappeared into the house and closed the door. He pulled away then and felt as if he were walking on air. The smile Savaro had given him as he climbed from the car made his heart soar. Reaching forward he flipped on the radio to some hip-hop. Instead of turning it off, he turned it down just as his cell phone began ringing. Activating his headset, he checked his blind spots and switched lanes.

"Hello?"

"Jamal! How's your vacation?" Chase asked.

Jamal laughed. "I have a question for you, and you have to answer me honestly. No lying, no playing around."

"What did I do now and why can't I remember?"

"Seriously, for one second, Chase?"

"All right."

"Did you send me to Anatolis to set me up with Savaro Anatolis?"

Chase went silent then burst out laughing. "No, no.

I sent you there for honey buns. If you and the owner fell for each other or had raunchy sex on one of his dining room tables, that's on you two."

Jamal nodded. "Okay then. So what's up?"

"Whoa! Don't go changing the subject so quickly.

You can't just ask me a question like that and then move on without explaining. What happened between you and Savaro Anatolis?"

"What do you think happened? We slept together, he spent the night. I met his brother and he invited me to spend time with him and a friend tonight. What does that even mean?"

"You're meeting the family already?"

"It wasn't like it was planned—we were having an argument and his brother showed up."

"Hold on, you haven't been there long enough to already have a first argument."

Jamal laughed. "Technically that wasn't our first."

"Oi."

Jamal could see Chase hitting himself in the

forehead. Still he knew Chase was right, he hadn't been in Eros long enough to be arguing with anyone. But Savaro wasn't just anyone.

"So you're going, right?" Chase interrupted his thoughts.

"What? Going where?"

"To the thing tonight with Savaro and the friend—

come on Jay, pay attention here."

"Yeah, I'm going. Why wouldn't I go?"

"Nothing. It just sounded like you were having second thoughts."

"No—I just… I'm going."

"Not to add more to your plate, but you got a few more offers. Okay let me see here… two from LA, one from Toronto and one from the Moussa City Phantoms. I put the Phantoms to the bottom of the list since they haven't made the playoffs in over twenty years."

"Send me the offer for the Phantoms and the one for Toronto."

"What about LA?" His agent questioned.

"Shred it, burn it, use it for target practice. I don't care."

"All right then."

The two ended their conversation but Jamal wasn't in the mood for doing anything. Instead he passed by Anatolis like a stalker then sped back to the hotel. He spent half his day laying on his back staring at the ceiling. The other half he spent going over contracts. Frowning, he rolled over and closed his eyes. If things were to work between him and Savaro, the contract with the Phantoms would be perfect. It would be a major pay cut but with his endorsement deals, books and design business he wasn't hard up for money. Taking the deal with the Phantoms meant he was willing to work on things with Savaro but he couldn't just leave a major deal for something that could be.

Savaro seemed flighty and confused about what he wanted.

Rubbing his eyes, Jamal tried to push the questions about the Phantoms aside but no matter how desperately he tried, he couldn't fall asleep. He could still see Savaro smirking at him, walking backwards and stripping slowly.

The way his mouth watered, his body ached and then his mouth got dry came right back to him. He groaned and pushed from the bed. He changed into his gym clothes and left the room.

Savaro entered the house with the case under one

arm and tossed his keys into the bowl by the door. "Laird?"

he called, wondering what he was going to do with the cum-covered coat in his hand.

"In the kitchen!" Laird hollered.

Hurrying down the hall, Savaro dumped the coat

into a laundry basket and pulled some older clothes over it before joining his brother and Leroy in the kitchen. He handed Leroy the case and grabbed a mug. Dumping some coffee into it, he sat down. "Jamal wanted me to give that to you."

"Really? But he already gave me something."

"Well, he did promise you a gift when I got home, didn't he?"

Leroy's face erupted in a large grin as he opened the case. Savaro turned to look at his brother who was eyeing him. The questions in Laird's eyes spoke volumes. Leroy's cheering pulled them to look at him. The little boy was off his chair and modelling the signed jersey around the kitchen table. It was at least three sizes too big for him but Leroy didn't seem to mind. When he breezed from the room to call 'uncle Raja' to show him Savaro braced for the questions.

"You smell like guilt and sweat," Laird blurted out in a hoarse whisper. He chuckled.

"And you're an ass," Savaro accused.

Laird laughed. "How was last night?"

"Last night was—" Savaro stopped and leant back to make sure Leroy couldn't hear them before continuing.

"Last night was amazing. He took me to dinner—we sat there and I had to fight not to reach over and jump him."

"He is a sexy morsel." Laird laughed.

Savaro nodded while sipping his coffee. He placed the cup on the counter. "We slept together."

Laird arched a brow. "You slept with someone on the first date? That's not like you. You've never done that with another man before."

"You see, Jamal isn't just some man." Savaro sighed helplessly. "He has a way of soothing me unlike any other man I've been with before. I mean, we were going at it, hot and heavy and the moment I started having second thoughts he knew. I didn't have to say a thing. He simply let me go and stepped back. How can a man I just met be so in tune with my body?"

"It's happened before, I'm sure, to other men. It's unexplainable."

"But never to me. I don't know how to handle this, Laird. I don't want to fuck it up. How do I know if I should hold on or let him go? What am I going to do when he leaves for whatever team he chooses?"

"What if he chooses the Phantoms?"

Savaro laughed and took another swallow from his

coffee. "That'll never happen."

"You won't know…"

"Uncle Laird!" Leroy shouted from the other room.

"Uncle Rajan wants to talk to you guys."

Savaro groaned. "Oh great. Now I have to explain this to Rajan."

Laird laughed and patted him on the shoulder.

"Come on. Look at the bright side. You don't have to tell him until Leroy isn't around so don't be so worried."

Savaro picked up his cup and followed Laird out the door. He scooped Leroy from the chair to sit in his lap so they could all crowd around the computer. Rajan was leaning forward to peer at him. Savaro rolled his eyes.

"What?"

"Nothing," Rajan replied.

But Savaro knew something was going through his

brother's head because he kept staring at Savaro on the screen.

"For the love of—Rajan, what?"

"What do you mean what?"

"You're staring—like a freaky dirty old man

through high powered binoculars," Savaro explained.

"Leroy, could you let me talk to your uncles in private for a second?" Rajan asked.

Leroy nodded and left the room. Soon they could

hear him tapping away at random keys on the piano. When Savaro turned to look at Rajan again, he knew precisely what was going through the younger Anatolis' mind.

"You look like guilt and sweat," Rajan said.

Savaro moaned wanting desperately to bang his

head against the keyboard. Laird burst out laughing and since he was right there, Savaro punched him in the shoulder. That didn't stop Laird, he simply slipped from his chair to the floor in his mirth. Savaro watched as his brother rolled on the ground laughing and clutching his sides.

"What?" Rajan blinked blankly.

"Nothing. How's India?"

"Don't change the subject, how did last night go?"

Rajan pushed. "Don't leave anything out—do we have to neuter him?"

"It went fine."

"Fine—fine for you normally means you managed to sabotage the date less than halfway through, sending your date running out of the joint traumatized for life. But since you're obviously wearing the same clothes, it must mean you haven't had a chance to change so that could only lead to one conclusion—oh my. My brother's a whore!"

Laird laughed harder.

"You know, I can hang up on you." Savaro frowned. "All I have to do his click disconnect or close the laptop."

"But you won't." Rajan wiggled his eyebrows.

Laird laughed harder.

"Are you two quite finished?" Savaro kicked Laird's leg. "I'm related to a bunch-a yuppies."

"You must really like this basketball player," Rajan continued. "What's his name?"

"Jamal Kendricks."

Rajan shook his head. "Not my sport so I wouldn't know who that is. But if you like him, I support you."

Savaro smiled and leant closer to the screen. "I really do. I just—I'm afraid I'll mess it up. Like you said, I sabotage all my other dates before they are even off the ground. I don't want to do that with this guy—he's different."

Laird was finally off the ground and straightening his clothes when someone called for Rajan off-screen. He frowned and glanced toward them. "Keep your pants on!"

he called in Urdu then looked back at Savaro. "Don't be so negative. You're not going to screw it up. If you feel fear creeping in, tell him where you're coming from. Don't run away—make him see what you've been through. If he's a good man he'll understand."

Savaro nodded.

"Just don't let him suck you off in his car," Laird added with a roll of his shoulders. "That never ended well for me."

Savaro bowed his head.

"Oh damn! Why am I all the way in India?" Rajan asked. "That look means Laird's advice came a tad too late?"

"Shut up. Shouldn't you go back to your shoot or something?" Savaro made a face but his cheeks were on fire.

"Yup. You're right," Laird laughed again. "I was too late. The very sexy and talented Jamal Kendricks has sampled our brother's goodies in the back seat of his car."

"Yuppies!" Savaro folded his arms over his chest.

"Go take a shower," Rajan said. "Talk to you guys later. Tell Leroy bye for me."

"We will," Laird promised.

Savaro disconnected and closed the laptop. He then turned to glare at Laird. "You know, sometimes I think you guys really do share a brain."

Leaving Laird in the office to go over some work, Savaro took Rajan's advice and took a shower. He couldn't help thinking of Jamal and wondering what he was doing.

But there was no time to fantasize too much because one look at the clock told him he would be late if he didn't hurry up. Getting dressed in a pair of jeans and a white dress shirt, he took a moment to rake his fingers through his hair and grabbed his phone. He stopped to remind Laird he had to take Leroy back to the orphanage and gave Leroy a hug.

"Hey Laird?" Savaro called from the door while pushing his feet into his shoes.

"Yo!"

"I invited Jamal for tonight. You don't mind do you?"

"Not at all. I get a chance to size him up before you two get too deep."

Savaro moaned. "Just promise me you'll behave."

"Behave—tsk tsk big brother, that's such a dirty word."

Rolling his eyes, Savaro grabbed his keys and was soon speeding through the streets of Eros just as it started raining. He parked beside Aileen and hurried into the restaurant through the private door in the back. He stopped to give Aileen a hug and bumped fists with a few others before disappearing into his office. He ensured the deposits for his workers were done and seeing everyone was paid, he looked over the numbers from the night before, made a few orders before walking to the window. He folded his arms and watched the rain pouring down. He'd never felt so alone before. Taking a deep breath, he bowed his head and rubbed his eyes. What was he to do about Jamal?

Savaro picked up his keys and emerged from his

office. He stopped to check on things in the kitchen before slipping out the door once more into the rain. Sliding into the driver's seat of his car, he started the ignition and sped from the lot heading east. He didn't stop until he was pulling into his father's driveway. Savaro stopped and grabbed the mail then drove up to the front and parked. He ran up the front steps and let himself into the large house.

"Appa?" he called, pulling his feet from his shoes and making his way into the kitchen. George wasn't there, nor was he in the den where Savaro left the mail. Hurrying down the hall he peeked into the sunroom. "Appa?"