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CHAPTER THREE
Autry was certain his mind had just been blown; never had he ever experienced a climax like that one. It ripped through him like lightning and exploded, leaving him trembling and wanting more.
The warmth and security he felt with Cross’ arms wrapped tightly around him really made no sense since he didn’t really know this man, and they were just playing parts a submissive to his dominance. But he suddenly had the feeling that nothing in the world could go wrong or hurt him as long as he had Cross’ arms around him.
He kissed him softly several times on the back of his neck and the side of his head, and then he began to release him. Autry wished he could stay so safe, secure, and satisfied. He knew he was being ridiculous, but the moment had overwhelmed him, and he was still coming down from a double climax.
“Let me clean you up, my love.” He said, and with another kiss to the side of his head, Cross slowly let him go and pulled that amazing cock from his ass. Autry was left feeling a strange emptiness and a strong desire to be filled again, but this was a one-off, not a relationship. He wasn’t Cross’ boy, and Cross wasn’t his daddy or dominant. They were relative strangers who played with each other for an evening.
“Don’t move.” Cross stepped away but was back in seconds with wipes and, after releasing the binds on his wrist, began a thorough cleanup of Autry’s private areas. It was surreal to have this man so masterful and strong cleaning the remains of their lovemaking from Autry’s body. He was so gentle and so thorough, getting every crease, every ridge, and the touch was sending Autry back into sexual bliss, and his cock started to stir once again.
Cross placed a wet sucking kiss on the tip of Autry’s cock and then stood tossing the wipes into a nearby trash receptacle. It was then that he realized that he was still completely naked, and Cross was completely dressed. The juxtaposition sent fresh thrills through his system, and his cock began to twitch. Without a word and just a knowing smile, Cross retrieved his clothing and helped him to dress.
Autry attempted to help, but Cross wasn’t having it. “Keep your hands at your sides. I will take care of this for you.” Cross put the delicate leather thong on first and tied the two sides making sure that Autry’s cock was comfortable in the little pocket before moving to his socks, then his pants and t-shirt, and finally his shoes.
When necessary, Cross had him lean on his shoulders for balance. The contact, no matter how small, was always electric. He loved touching this man and loathed the moment when the night would be over.
Cross stood and offered his hand to Autry, who stepped away from the equipment and off the padded mat. “You look lovely with that freshly fucked gleam in your eyes,” Cross commented with a teasing smile.
“It’s a well-satisfied and thoroughly fucked gleam that you’re looking at.” Autry shot back with a big grin. It was a look he wished he could wear every day; being fucked by this man was epic. He had the looks, the command, a monster cock, and he knew how to use it. He was the entire package and then some.
Oh, how Autry wished they could play together again, but this was how a place like the Zephyr worked; no strings and no commitments. That thought deflated his exuberance, and he found himself glancing around the room, suddenly feeling awkward. Surprisingly Cross sensed the change immediately.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” He pulled Autry into his arms and held him tight to his chest. The man’s aroma was intoxicating, and Autry felt his sad awkwardness disappear as he placed his head against Cross’ chest. “I live on the second floor. It’s a nice space; would you like to see it?” The offer presented so innocently held severe implications, all of which Autry was ready to accept if it allowed him to stay with this man a little bit longer.
“I’d very much like to see it.” He needed to take a risk, and taking it with Cross seemed the right thing to do. Unfortunately, the universe saw it differently, and all his heated expectations came crashing down when someone knocked and then entered the room. He recognized the man. He was one of the bartenders, and he was tall and broad but slender in the waist and hips and had long legs. He was handsome like most of the people who work at the Zephyr.
“We have cops out front, sir. They’re asking to speak with you.” He said, and he sounded apologetic for having interrupted them, which was nice. Cross maintained his hold but finally let go, and with a brief kiss on Autry’s cheek, he stepped back.
“Wait here. I’ll take care of whatever the problem is and be back as soon as I can.” He stared down at Autry, looking for an agreement, so he nodded, knowing full well that he did not intend to hang out in this den of iniquity all on his lonesome. He followed the other man out the door and closed it behind him.
Autry stood there for a few minutes and then pulled out his phone and checked the time. It was after midnight, so he shot a text to Warren to see if he was still at the club. The way he’d been dancing with those brothers, Autry did not expect a text back, assuming he was having a good time somewhere. After fifteen minutes, Warren shot a shot text back stating he was with someone and not to worry. At that point, Autry decided it was time to go home. Waiting was not his forte, and he half believed the offer Cross had made to wait was not genuine, and he was expected to leave.
He opened the door and peered down the hallway to the right and then the left. The right would take him back out into the main room of the club, so he turned left, hoping there was a backdoor he could use so as to just slip away. He found a side door that let out into the parking lot, so he headed out. He’d parked in the garage down the street, but the area was well lit with a lot of people around, so it was safe enough. He hurried to his car and then drove the two miles back to his rented house in the suburbs.
It was a small one-floor ranch-style home with a generous yard. He’d lived there for a couple of years now, and it suited him well with its size and its privacy. He parked and hurried inside. Thoughts of Cross Mercer relentlessly bombarded his mind, and if it hadn’t been for the cops showing up, he might have spent the night, maybe. That was a long shot; he told himself since Cross had gotten what he wanted, there was no reason to extend his stay.
Then a sobering realization hit him, and he crumpled into the recliner in the living room; the cops coming might have been a setup so Cross could extract himself without looking like an ass who uses people and walks away to go find his next conquest. If Autry had played the game and waited in that room, someone would have probably come and rousted him out saying some such bullshit to get him to move on.
He was now glad that he’d left and didn’t end up looking like the idiot he was feeling. The cops showing up was just too convenient and timely for it to be genuine. Autry shook his head and pulled himself together, and headed to his bedroom.
A little sleep, and he would put this behind him. Besides, it wasn’t as if he didn’t have a good time. The sex and the entire experience there in the bondage room of the club was amazing and visceral and a memory he’d keep forever. With that thought in mind, he turned out the lights and tried to go to sleep.
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Cross was getting more pissed by the moment as he completed the walk-through with the cops in pursuit of a suspect who supposedly had entered the club after roughing up several people outside in line.
A person in line called the cops after a man tried to force his way ahead of them. It was bullshit, and the person who called the cops had been identified and were banned from the club. The exchange that took place outside the club was minor and didn’t warrant the police. They didn’t want people around that had the cops on speed dial.
The cop in charge had asked for the CCTV footage, but they didn’t have CCTV for exactly this reason. They were a shifter pack, and no telling what could get captured on camera either inadvertently or in the heat of the moment. They were shifters, and a vampire. They didn’t need cameras to know what was going on. Their instincts told them all they needed to know.
They couldn’t stop the cops from taking a tour through everything but the private rooms; they would need a warrant to search those, and Cross doubted that pushing someone out of the way was serious enough to get a warrant to search private property.
He glanced down the hall to the private rooms hoping that his mate was still there, but his scent was growing faint. After another fifteen or so minutes of finding nothing, the police finally left, and Cross headed to the back room, but when he arrived, it was as he feared Autry was gone.
He followed his mate’s scent back down the hall toward the back of the building and where he’d left by a side door that opened onto a parking area. He continued to follow his scent to the parking garage at the end of the block and felt the overlap of scent, knowing that Autry had picked up his car and then left. Cross entered the garage and found a dark corner where he intended to disrobe and shift.
His wolf would be more adept at following Autry’s scent, even from a moving car. He had to find him and appease his need to know that he was okay for the night. This was his newly discovered Fated mate, and being separated so abruptly had left him feeling restless and irritable. He and his wolf had to lay eyes on him or at the very least know that he was home and safe for the night.
