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CHAPTERONE
“Two hazelnut lattes to go. Thanks, guys!” God, is this shift ever going to be over?
I push my long braid back over my shoulder and wipe down the counter. Again.
“Hey, Everly, good to see you, man.”
I look up to find Steve, one of the regulars—or should I say former regulars because I haven’t seen him in a dog’s age—standing there, grinning at me. He’s got this glow about him instead of the world-weary look I’m used to seeing. Whatever has kept him away from his skim-milk americano has been doing him good.
“Hey, man, how goes it? Skim-milk americano?” I get out the fat-free milk without waiting for him to answer. He always gets the same thing. Small. No pumps. Hot milk.
“Nah, I want something indulgent today. Like a caramel mocha latte, large.” His smile is wide, his eyes bright, almost dancing.
“Oh, ho!” I have to laugh, because he seems so happy. “Caramel mocha latte, coming up.”
“Thanks, man. So how’s it going?” Steve asks me, and there’s no one in line behind him, so I can take a minute or two to chat as I put together his drink.
“Same old, same old.” It isn’t fancy, but I don’t hate it. It’s okay. “You’ve been gone a while.” Because now that I think about it it’s been like a couple months, easy.
If it’s possible, Steve’s smile gets wider. “Yeah. I found someone. Special, you know?”
“Oh. Oh, good for you! Congratulations. I’m so jealous.” That isn’t sarcastic, either, I really am. There are not a lot of guys in the market for a six foot seven size queen. Make that none, at least that I’ve found.
I figure, eventually, I’ll settle down, find the right guy. It’s just going to take time, but there has to be someone out there for me. Right? I just keep telling myself to be patient and not stress it—no point in having stress over something I can’t change.
“Funny you should mention being jealous because my guy’s got some friends who are looking. I bet you’d find a match.”
“What? It’s like a dating app?” I’ve tried those. They aren’t even ideal for hookups. I mean you can find plenty of hookups, but only if you don’t mind not getting what you really want.
“No, no. It’s a lot more personal than that. It’s a club. Right here in town. It’s great, man. There’s this innocuous-looking building with this magical place inside. They like guys like us, you know?”
“Like us? Tall?” This is a thing? It’s really a thing? A sex club?
“The bigger the better.” Steve leans in, like he’s sharing a secret. “You and me? We’re the little guys there.”
That’s crazy to contemplate—I’ve got a couple inches maybe on Steve, but we’re both big guys, tall and solid, big muscled men.
“There’s like not a ton of men bigger than us…”
Steve’s grin turns wicked. “But I know where to find them. You should come with me when you’re off work. It’s a great way to unwind. And how often are you guaranteed to have your mind blown?”
“Oh, I’m not—” I stop. Because, okay, I’m not a slut, but I could so get laid… And possibly by someone bigger than me and hung like a proverbial horse? That would be something.
“If you can’t finish that sentence, you’ve got to come with me. I mean, what can you lose?” Steve asks the question, and I honestly can’t think of any answer, aside from a couple hours of downtime. “What time do you get off…” Steven pauses for a moment before adding. “Work?”
“Butthead,” I whisper, then check the clock. “I have fifteen left, but I probably ought to go home and shower and put on something besides jeans and a T-shirt, huh?” I do smell like coffee and there’s a layer of work-sweat beneath that.
“Or you could just come with me when your shift is over and shower at the club. Also, a lot of the guys there like the way a man smells, naturally. I mean, wouldn’t you rather have more time to play?” Steve is tempting me. A lot.
“You sure it’s cool? I mean, it’s been a while, and I’m totally down, but I don’t want to offend…” And it’s a little unnerving, but that’s okay.
“I promise you won’t offend anyone. And I bet you get offers to use showers. Maybe even share one.” Steve gives me a wink, looking wicked as fuck. “Seriously, though. Just come. I promise it’ll be worth it.”
“Okay, what the hell.” What do I have to lose? I need an orgasm that’s not by my own hand, anyway. And if these guys are big, well, that’s how I like them, isn’t it? I want someone who can manhandle me. Someone who can fill me the fuck up and make me scream from it. It’s not an easy find, trust me.
Steve’s smile beams out at me. “I’ll just sit and drink my coffee ’til you’re ready to go.”
“Cool.” I hand over his drink and watch him walk over to one of the little tables, settling in like he totally doesn’t mind waiting for me to be done with work so we can go to his club together.
