“Oh-oh-oh, fuck.” Luca’s eyes go wide, and he freezes. “How are you so good at this? Fuck. Gimme—gimme a minute.”
After a few seconds, Rowan chuckles. “You okay now?”
“Fuck, yes that was close. Okay. Um…we’re going to The Diner ‘69-er. If that’s okay with you?”
“Hell, yes.”
The Diner ‘69-er is a members-only sex club restaurant run by a well-known Were in the kink community. It caters to all kinds of kinks, but with a room dedicated to food and feeding, or for “free use” or in Luca and Rowan’s case, exhibitionism/voyeurism. Luca had received a membership from Gideon for their soulmate gift at Christmas. Enviably, Finn and Gideon had been with him twice, but Rowan hadn’t been invited until today.
“Thank you for inviting me, Luc. I would love to take you out for lunch. Let everyone see how lucky I am.” He presses the ignition for the car and unsnaps Luca’s seat belt. Putting the car into drive, he pats the console. “Now. On your knees, belly on the console. You can hold me until we get to the club.”
“Thank you.” Luca slides his chest onto the console and slips the head of Rowan’s dick into his mouth. He knows not to suck and is careful of his teeth. Eyes closed, he hums in contentment.
Rowan wishes it were summer so he could put the window back down,so that when he lifts the back of Luca’s skirt, the world might—just might—catch a glimpse of this perfect ass plugged full. But alas, Rowan consoles himself with thoughts of “another time” and enjoys the hot, wet heat of his mate’s mouth. With a last look at Lily watching them drive away in the rearview mirror, he points them toward The ‘69er at a glacial pace.
Table for Two
Rowan turns into an underground parking garage serving a cluster of upscale clubs in Nashville’s swanky club row. Grateful they’d managed to get here with no major catastrophe occurring—aside from that close call with a courier van—because Luca’s mouth was hot and wet and there wasn’t any leftover blood for his higher brain functions.
He follows the discreet ‘69er markers toward the back, bringing the Genesis to a smooth stop in front of a valet stand. The car idles for a moment, but, strangely, the attendant doesn’t approach. He’s good-looking, with a slicked-back hairstyle—what did they call that? A pompadour?—and a short red jacket paired with black pants.
It’s only when Luca’s soft, rhythmic hum and a quiet slurp fill the silence that the reason becomes crystal clear—this valet knows better than to interrupt exactly this kind of moment. People might begin to play at home or in their vehicles, and the attendants are well-trained to play their part when—and if—they’re asked.
“Luc? Baby, what do I do now? Is there like a honk code or a secret signal?”
Luca snorts, and the sensation on Rowan’s dick sends a tingle to his toes. Pulling off for a moment, he looks up at Rowan through his lashes. “Do you want them to see?”
Fuck yes, he does, but maybe not Luca’s upturned ass, because that is his, or at least rightnowit is. “You sucking my dick, yes, but not your pretty ass. The Wolf doesn’t like that at all.” Rowan sees flashes of torn limbs littering the quiet parking garage.
“Ohhh, Ro, you are such a romantic. Okay. Let me—” He pulls his butt down, resting it on his heels, and tucks his skirt back underneath before popping back up, yanking open the glove box, and pulling out a black Ziploc bag and hand wipes. “Oops, don’t want to take this inside.” Reaching underneath himself, he yanks out the big plug with an in drawn breath before dropping it into the bag and wiping his hands. He throws everything back in the glove box with a grin. “Jaybird is always so prepared.”
Fuck Jay for being so perfect. Of course, that begs the question about how often Jay is dealing with plugged-up Luca in the Genesis. Or Nix, or maybe even Leo.What has he missed as the Wolf these past few weeks?
“Okay, now, flash your high beams twice for just your door, or three times for both.”
“Okay, baby, back at it. Then I’ll come around for you.” It strikes him suddenly that he should have asked way before this. “Safe word?”
“Taxidermy,” he says with a proud smile. “And you?”
“Meatloaf.” Which is a weird choice, given there isn’t anything Rowan wouldn’t do for love—like, zero.
“Okay. Let’s do it.” He winks and takes Rowan’s cock as deep as he can until he gags. Luca gives the best head—hot and wet, with the perfect rhythm and pressure.
With a shaking hand, Rowan flashes the high beams twice, and the valet attendant springs into motion, opening the driver’s side door. “Good Afternoon, sir. Welcome to The Diner ‘69er.”
He only addresses Rowan, but he doesn’t keep his eyes to himself. He’s professional, but he’s playing his part, and he watches Luca take Rowan deep, pulling off and slapping the round head on his tongue—putting on a show, like the consummate performer he is.
“Such a good girl, Luc,” Rowan says. “But we should go in so can feed you.”
Luca shakes his head no.
Pushing down hard on the back of his mate’s head so Rowan can enjoy feeling him gag around the intrusion, he cajoles, “Come on, baby. I’m sure they have cheesecake. Let—” He looks up at the valet’s nametag, “Cameron do his job.”
“Don’t hurry on my account, sir.” Cameron smiles, eyes riveted on Luca’s red lips stretched around Rowan’s impressive girth. This really must be a great job. Out of curiosity, Rowanjuststops himself from checking to see if Cameron is hard in his black pants.
“Cheesecake?”
Finally. “Yes, let me carry you. Would you like that?”
