Page 99 of Once in a Lifetime, Part 2

Ody stayed where he was, staring after him. Mano had barely touched him, yet he was painfully hard.

The bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

And Ody refused to admit how much it was working.

Chapter 21

By the time they reached the café, Ody was sulking. Mano glanced at his phone. “There’s a showing at seven. Wanna go then?” He took a sip of his coffee. “After that, we can go shopping, or head back home to eat. Tattoo place before or after the movie?”

Ody kept his head turned away, arms crossed.

“Hey, mikre. I’m talking to you.” Mano leaned forward and snapped his fingers in front of him.

Ody shot him a sharp glare before turning away again.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Mano asked, settling back in his seat. “You’re still mad about earlier?”

“None of your business,” Ody muttered.

A smile tugged at Mano’s lips. He tilted his head closer and whispered, “You wanted me to fuck you so badly, you got disappointed I didn’t?”

Ody’s half-lidded eyes fixed on him. “You’re never fucking me. Get that through your head,” he whispered back.

Mano let out a low laugh. “I’d believe you… if every time I pinned you down it didn’t feel like you were asking for more.”

“You’re wrong,” Ody said.

“Oh, I’m wrong? Keep telling yourself that, Ody.” He took another sip of his coffee.

Ody didn’t respond.

After the café, they stopped by the supermarket to pick up ingredients for moussaka. Back home, Ody got started while Mano watched as he explained each step. Mano handed him whatever he needed, from the fridge or the cabinets, and once everything was ready, they slid the pan into the oven.

“Easy, right?”

“Not exactly. I’ll need a refresher to remember all of it,” Mano said, and they moved to the couch.

When it was done, they sat down at the table to eat. Ody watched him as Mano took his first bite.

His eyes widened as he chewed.

“Good?” Ody asked, smiling.

“Really good,” Mano said, before Ody took a bite himself. “You’re a great cook.”

“Thank you.”

After lunch, they watched TV for about an hour before heading out again, this time to the tattoo studio. They got into Ody’s car, Mano behind the wheel.

“I feel kinda nervous,” Ody said, rubbing his palms together.

“Why?”

“It’s my first tattoo… and we’re getting it together. It’s something that’s gonna be ours.”

“Don’t worry.” He glanced at him. “It’ll be fine.”

They stepped into the shop and greeted the tattooed woman at the front. She had a gap before her next client, so she took them in.