Page 2 of If the Shoe Fits (Rainbow Tales #2)

Prince Leovar of Trellone couldn't believe his luck—both bad and good.

He'd been taking a shortcut home after a romantic tryst when he noticed he hadn't fastened his breeches properly.

While fixing that, Fal, his horse, decided he didn't like Leo messing around on his back and dismissed him with rude alacrity.

While sputtering in the muck, Leo heard the sexiest laugh he'd ever heard.

He looked up to see a man leaning against a tree.

His humiliation had been witnessed. Never one to shy away from embarrassment, Leo embraced it and went over to the man.

He hoped for a little help and a shared laugh, maybe a drink to go with the laughter, but as he got closer, he saw that the man would be good for much more than that.

The blond was gorgeous and shirtless, his pale golden hair shining even in the shade.

Those silken locks streamed over his broad shoulders to caress an amazing chest, the pecs as solid as a statue's.

And that face. That sublime face was all angles and dramatic dips.

His lips were thin, just how Leo liked them, and his eyebrows arched like wings over a pair of amber eyes striped with green.

Leo wanted to drop to his knees and start worshiping the god right then and there.

But he played the game well, as usual, and got the man to take him somewhere secluded. It would be his second fuck of the day, but Leo was up for it. He was always up for it. No one satisfied him for long.

Then he discovered that the big, beautiful man was a virgin!

How was that even possible? Maybe the thing about sleeping on the hearth was true.

That would put some people off. Not Leo.

Not when the guy had a face like that and a body to match.

Who the fuck cared where he slept? Fuck, Leo might just take him home and keep him like a pet.

He'd give him a proper bed in his own room, and then Leo would have a lover available to him at any time of the day or night.

Oh yeah, the thought made little Leo very happy.

Just imagining Xander waiting for him in one of the castle rooms made his cock twitch.

He could have this man anytime he wanted. How thrilling.

But he had to be careful with a virgin. One wrong move and he'd send Xander running. Hmm Xander. Interesting name. Leo liked it. He liked him. A lot.

“Come here,” Leo said.

When Xander sat beside him on the blanket, Leo leaned in. Slowly. Xander went rigid, his breath coming out in harsh huffs.

Leo leaned back. “I don't want to do anything with you that you don't want to do. Do you want me to kiss you?”

“Yes.” Xander licked his lips. “But I don't know how to do that either. I don't . . . fuck!” He ran a hand through his hair, shoving it back from his face. “This is embarrassing.”

“Don't be embarrassed.” Leo took his hand. “I'm so fucking turned on by you. You're sexy. Look at you. And I get to be the first to kiss you? I'm honored.”

Xander looked at him. “Why? I'm nobody.”

“Wrong.” Leo leaned in and brushed his lips over Xander's. “You're special.” He moved over him again. “Beautiful.” One more slide of lips. “And hopefully soon, you'll be mine.”

Leo slipped his tongue through the seam of Xander's lips before Xander could protest. Feeling Xander's hesitant tongue flick back at his affected Leo far more than it should have, sending a wave of heat down his spine.

His hands went to Xander's shoulders and pulled him close, closer still.

Leo didn't stop until their bare chests pressed together.

Then he wriggled, rubbing Xander's nipples with his hard buds.

Oh, the ecstasy! When was the last time Leo had enjoyed simply kissing someone?

Was that how jaded he'd become? So many men threw themselves at the Prince, and half the time, Leo didn't know if it was him or his crown that attracted them.

Shit, he knew. It was his crown. But Xander didn't recognize him.

Leo had waited. Watched for any sign of it.

None came. Xander had to be a servant, one who didn't leave his master's house often.

Leo didn't care. All he cared about was that Xander wanted him.

He wanted him badly enough to offer his virginity. And he didn't know Leo was his prince!

What freedom! What a thrilling joy! Leo was finally kissing a man whom he knew with absolute certainty wanted to be kissed by him.

And that made the kiss special. As if it were his first, too.

It magnified the pleasure. Especially when Xander grabbed him back, then rubbed himself against Leo like a cat.

Leo could have kissed Xander all day. It was that amazing. The feel of those firm lips on his made him dizzy. He had to lie down. Yes, it was Xander's fault. He eased them onto their sides on the blanket, then angled his hips forward. All his fault.

Xander flinched when their erections came together, even though his pants separated them. Leo went still, easing out of their kiss to meet Xander's stare. It was wide .

“Are you alright?” Leo asked.

“I want more. But I don't know what exactly.”

“Well, I enjoy having a man thrust inside me. But I'm willing to do that to you if you think you'd prefer to receive.”

“I don't know what I prefer!”

“All right.” Leo chuckled. “Calm down. We'll figure this out together.”

“Really? You're not upset?”

“Why would I be upset?” He stroked Xander's cheek. “Can I take off your pants?”

Xander went still.

Leo opened his mouth to say they could wait a little longer.

“Yes,” Xander said. Then he removed his pants for Leovar.

Leo looked down. And stared. “Oh, my.”

“Is it . . . satisfactory?”

Leo gaped at Xander.

Xander's face went red.

“Yes!” Leo hurried to say. “You're very pleasing. And I'm sure I will be satisfied.” He pushed Xander onto his back and then eased his thighs apart. “You are so very handsome, Xander. I want to touch you everywhere. I want to kiss you . . . here.” He laid his hand on Xander's shaft.

Xander shuddered as if he'd been penetrated, his back arching and his eyes closing.

Leo gaped at the erotic and genuine display, but then grinned. If a single touch affected Xander like this, Leovar couldn't wait to see how he responded to the actual fucking. Or to . . .

Xander cried out brokenly when Leo sucked him into his mouth.

Groaning, Leovar moved down, licking and then tightening his lips around Xander. He tasted real. Not like the pretty men Leo was used to. Men who scented their genitals. Xander's scent was all his own—masculine musk. And it was fucking delicious. It made Leo salivate. He took more.