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Chapter One
Jackson
Standing in the shadows, Jackson gazed around the crowded club, trying to keep the sweet boy that he’d been watching in his eyeline. He hated that he couldn’t move closer, but Jackson wasn’t ready to reveal his presence quite yet. It had been over three weeks since he’d been in the club and Jackson was holding on to the hope that the last conversation he’d had with Finn and Michael might finally give him the results that he’d been hoping for.
Michael’s tight black leather shorts hugged his round ass in all the best of ways. Discreetly, Jackson adjusted the erection trapped behind his tight faded jeans at the beautiful sight. God! The last time he’d been buried deep in Michael’s scorching hole had been amazing. It had been the night before he’d left on assignment with Skinner, and for the first time in his life, Jackson had considered giving up his ways to stay somewhere and with someone. He hadn’t, of course. Jackson knew better than to get too comfortable anywhere. Trouble was always right behind him.
With a deep sigh, Jackson pressed his shoulder blades back into the wall behind him. There was an itch under his skin that had been bugging him for days. From experience, Jackson knew that it wouldn’t be long before he did something stupid just to get rid of the almost constant edginess. He should have stayed away from the club for the night, but Jackson was a weak man, at least when it came to the two men that both confused and intrigued him.
Even lost in his thoughts, Jackson never allowed Michael out of his sight.
A large man tried to pull Michael into his lap and Jackson stiffened. That was not allowed. Not only was it against the rules to touch the servers, but Michael had on an armband that said he was not interested in playing. The black was very noticeable against Michael’s milky complexion.
Before Jackson could react, Michael had expertly removed himself from the big man’s lap with a smile. Jackson was unable to relax though. There might be no need for Jackson to intervene, as Michael had everyone at the table laughing with him, but Jackson would keep an eye on that table. He just needed to do so without revealing his presence.
He was not in the mood for another lecture from Finn about manners inside the club. Jackson was a fucking thief and a hitman! Of course, he didn’t have manners!
Jackson forced his muscles to relax one at a time until the adrenaline began to even out inside him. Just as Jackson was considering sneaking back out of the club without even being seen, the big man swung his hand back and slapped Michael’s ass…hard.
Fury ignited inside him, and Jackson pushed off the wall.
A large firm hand smacked the middle of his chest and Jackson was forced back. “No.”
Jackson blinked up at Master Finn, club owner, and one of the men of Jackson’s dreams, hovering over him. “I—”
“You will let security handle it. Michael is fine.” Finn grabbed Jackson’s chin, turning his face to see Michael behind the bar surrounded and protected by others. Security was already at the table, removing the man who’d put his hands on Michael.
Well, that was unsatisfying. Jackson could have shown that big man what it felt like to have uninvited hands on him. In fact, if Jackson could follow the man—
“Stop,” Finn barked at him.
He spun Jackson around. Jackson had to put his hands flat on the wall to keep himself from falling face first. He growled and attempted to push back, but Finn pressed up against his back, closing him in. “What the f—”
“I might not know what you were thinking, but I’m sure that it was something that will get you in trouble,” Finn said, his breath brushing against Jackson’s ear. “Let’s avoid that tonight, shall we?”
That didn’t sound fun at all. In fact, Jackson had been intent on finding trouble and that asshole had fallen right into his lap. Karma or whatever. It was perfect.
“I asked you a question.” Finn reached around to cup Jackson’s erection. Because of course Jackson was still hard, especially with Finn’s body caging him in, the scent of leather and something spicy teasing his nostrils.
“What?” How did Finn expect him to think when his cock was being caressed?
“Are you looking for trouble tonight?” Finn asked. “Or did you come for something else?”
“How’d you even know I was here?” Jackson had to ask. In his line of business, being invisible was a necessity. Finn was one of very few people who could find him when Jackson was lost to the shadows.
Finn’s sigh was full of irritation. A sound Jackson was intimately familiar with. “Haven’t I told you that I always know? Ever since the first time you broke in just to see if you could. Every other time you wanted to test me and my security.”
Jackson huffed. Fucking annoying, was what it was. With some of the boys in his friend group being littles and joining the club, Jackson had wanted to make sure they’d be safe there. He hadn’t expected to become so obsessed with either Finn or Michael. That had not been the plan at all, but here he was being a creepy stalker just like he teased Skinner of being. Maybe there was something wrong with them.
“Why didn’t you say hi to Michael? Or me?” Finn asked, without even giving Jackson a chance to respond to his original questions. Not that Jackson knew what to say. He often found himself tongue-tied around the master of the club and Jackson was no boy. He didn’t get into the bondage and submission like those around him. Finn had managed to snag his attention and Jackson couldn’t explain why.
To make matters worse, Finn loved to point out that Jackson had no problem falling to his knees and offering to service Finn.
It was crazy…and good…and Jackson craved Finn’s firm hands on him.
He just didn’t know why! And Finn wanted Jackson to admit to things that Jackson had no intention of saying to anyone. Ever.
“Or where you just going to creep in and out and hope we wouldn’t know you were back in town?” Finn’s fingers tightened around his cock.
