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“I’m not gay.”
He grips me harder, and I do let out a groan. “So, you just get turned on by small acts of violence with men near bathrooms?”
That’s a good question. One I don’t want to answer. “I should go,” I stay instead. “Just wanted to warn you and tell you I think you’re a giant piece of rotting shit.”
“Tell me how you really feel.”
“I just did,” I say as my fingers begin to loosen the grip I have around his neck.
Before I remove my hand, though, Thane surges forward, pressing his mouth to mine. His lips are soft and damp, moving with rough determination until his tongue darts forward, invading my open mouth before quickly retreating, leaving me hanging on, wanting to taste more of his cool mint flavor.
I hear the click of a lock behind his back, turning thanks to his free hand.
“You’re not leaving yet. Not until I say so,” he remarks against my lips before his tongue thrusts forward again in that teasing, dirty way.
I feel violated and horny all at the same time. Horny is winning out, apparently, since my dick is swelling up, getting longer and harder against his hand with every second that passes.
It’s confusing as shit to be kissing another guy and actually liking it, wanting it, getting turned on by it. I could stop him if I wanted to since I’m still gripping his neck. In this position, I could easily cut off his oxygen and grab his gun before he knows what’s happening.
But I don’t do either of those things.
I press him against the door and kiss him back, unable to figure out why it’s better, more exciting, more…everything than any kiss I’ve ever had with a woman.
When he starts stroking my dick through the denim, I don’t even care about anything except how good it feels. I don’t want him to stop. Not until I come. Which isn’t going to take long at this rate.
Have I ever been this hard before in my life? If I have, I can’t remember it.
I want – no, Ineedmore, but I don’t have a fucking clue what more would be.
A sudden thumping on the other side of the door startles us both. “You okay in there?” a deep voice that sounds like the bouncer’s asks. I press closer to Thane, like our combined weight with the lock can keep the door shut while our mouths break for air. That’s when I finally feel how affected he is too, feel it right up against my own hard dick. For a second, I’m pretty damn proud of myself.
Then it hits me that he’s a man. I was making out with a man. Not just any man but the one who is helping hold my prospect, my friend, hostage.
What if the door wasn’t locked and someone had seen us going at it? What if Colt had walked in on us?
My brothers would never look at me the same. And my father? He’d disown me. He’s got three other sons who are straight with pretty girlfriends. He doesn’t need me when he has them.
I push myself off Thane so hard his head hits the door with a loud thump.
“We’re fine, Tony. Get back on the door!” Thane yells while his eyes stay laser focused on mine. “Why did you stop? I was five seconds from getting on my knees.”
“No,” I say with an adamant shake of my head. “You hurt Jordan.”
“No, I didn’t. He just got banged around in the back of the van. I swear.”
That makes me feel a little better, but not a lot. He could be lying.
“You grabbed him from the shop, didn’t you? Fuck, I knew I should’ve installed security cameras!”
“This will all be over once Lyla’s home again. I could come by the garage one night…”
“No,” I say, interrupting his dirty offer before he can finish making it. “Stay away from me, my shop, my friends, my club,” I tell him before I grab his arm to pull him away from the door. I yank on the handle, but of course, it doesn’t open, making me feel like an idiot because I forgot about the lock. As soon as it’s turned, the door opens, and I’m finally free. I stomp outside, chomping down hard on the piece of gum in my mouth that I didn’t have when I walked into the bar.
CHAPTERELEVEN
Thane
After RJ takes off, I need a minute to get myself and my dick under control.
