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“Never,” Drake says, his response grating on my nerves.
“The man is talking to me,” I snap, whipping my head in Drake’s direction.
His gaze locks on my lips and damn it if I don’t consider drinking a bad idea before it even happens.
“Make it just a Coke,” I mutter.
I wanted the alcohol to calm my nerves, but it’ll probably end up making me act on the things I know I can’t. Just the atmosphere makes me want to cut loose, not to mention the things I can see in the mirrors behind the bar.
“I can already tell you’re going to be a lot of fun to watch tonight,” Dylan says as he passes me the drink.
I pull my wallet from my back pocket but he waves me off, pointing to a small sign on the wall that reads TWO DRINK MAXIMUM, COVERED BY ADMISSION.
I still pull out a twenty and drop it in the tip jar on the counter, wondering if every bartender is exactly the same when he winks at me the same way Drake did when we first met.
Ugly orders a beer and Drake orders a Coke as well. It doesn’t take Dylan long enough to make them. Before long, my companions turn around to face the rest of the room. I hesitate for a long while, wishing Dylan wasn’t off helping someone else. I’d like to just sit at the bar all night, despite knowing Ugly would never let that happen.
I’ve seen a lot of things in my life. Between the Marines and Cerberus, there isn’t much I haven’t bore witness to, but my first real glance at what goes on at Hale-ish quickly brings a blush to my cheeks.
Chapter 12
Drake
I shift, not for the first time, in my seat.
There’s a huge difference in suit pants and jeans with a little stretch. As my cock strains against the zipper of my designer pants, I regret not just staying in the clothes I traveled in. No one batted an eye at Boomer when he walked in the doors in jeans and a t-shirt. I know there are certain events where formal wear is required at Hale-ish, but tonight isn’t one of those nights.
I’m wearing a black band, meaning I’m down for anything and everything, but I haven’t moved from Boomer’s side.
It didn’t take long for Ugly to be dragged away by a woman wearing all leather. I didn’t feel like it would be right to leave the clearly inexperienced man all alone.
When kissing me, he’d mentioned that he’d never kissed a man before, but the bright flush of his cheeks, a feat to see in the darkened room, makes me wonder just how far he’s gone with a woman.
My guess would be not very far at all. The scene playing out on the stage in front of us is tame compared to some of the things I’ve witnessed down the back hallway, and yet his eyes are glued to it, his throat working on periodic swallows as if he’s never seen such debauchery in his life.
The scene doesn’t turn me on as much as watching him experience it does.
Despite his hands clasped in his lap, I can tell the man is just as hard as I am.
The scent of sex permeates the air, heavy, warm, and thick, clinging to everything it touches.
I ache to run my nose up the line of his neck and bite the lobe of his ear. I want to hear him whimper and beg for more. I want his mouth on mine more than anything else. I want his hands on me, his fingers exploring, prodding, grasping.
I clear my throat, turning my attention back to the stage when I notice him dart his eyes in my direction. He’s an astute man. I have no doubt he can feel me watching him, and I imagine it’s my attention that turns him on more than what he’s seeing play out in front of us.
When the woman on stage moans as the man ramming his cock down her throat reaches over her back to play with her ass, it’s Boomer’s turn to shift in his seat.
On hands and knees, the woman is on full display, her pussy and ass visible with how wide her legs are spread.
The man dips his fingers in her dripping cunt before circling it back around that forbidden pucker of flesh.
For a man that was hesitant to walk through the front door, Boomer sure seems enthralled by what he’s watching.
His jaw hangs open a little more when the man presses that first inch into her ass. Mine clenches in unsated lust, watching it unfold.
“Excuse me,” Boomer says, standing in a rush before walking away.
I knew Hale-ish wasn’t the place for him the second I figured out this was where Ugly was taking us. I thought it would be fun to watch Boomer struggle with being here. Now, I feel like a complete asshole for not offering to leave with him when he suggested it.
