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“And that would stop you from hooking up with one of them?” I joked.
His eyes glinted as he looked back at me. “It’s like you know exactly how shameless I am already,” he said.
His dark hair looked so soft, and just long enough on top to be perfectly tuggable.Fuck, everything about him was drawing me in. He was way younger than the guys I usually went for, but right now, I didn’t really give a damn.
Because he wanted me.
It wassodamn obvious that he wanted me, from the moment he’d laid eyes on me.
And after going through a bit of a dry spell for a while, having someone look at me like he wanted to devour me felt pretty good. Even more so, now that we were in the warm lighting of the bar area, where I could see the pale blue of his eyes.
Goddamn, it had been too long since I’d had a little fun.
“Maybe I like shameless,” I murmured as we continued over toward the bar.
“You’ve come to the right place.”
Already, I felt at home at Jade Brewery. The outside looked like a big log cabin. Inside was wood, wood, and more wood, which was fine with me. One side of the building was lined with giant metal brewing tanks, and the other side was a long oak-top bar that felt both cozy yet big enough to have a real party if needed. Tables and chairs filled the rest of the space, with areas for pool tables by the back and a couple of old Skee-Ball machines along one wall.
And as a certified holiday decorations expert, I gave the Jade Brewery crew an A+ for effort on their indoor decor. Big pine wreaths were hung up behind the bar, with more green pine garland hanging above it. Multicolored lights wrapped around any and every pole in here, and dotted the underside of the bar.
“None of the guys from Fixer Brothers aremytype, anyway,” Casey said. We sat down on two barstools, the wood creaking a little as we settled in.
“And what is your type?” I asked him.
He shrugged one shoulder. “Older guys,” Casey said, meeting my gaze again as he turned toward me, leaning one elbow on the wooden bar top.
My cock couldn’t resist him. I was already feeling it harden under my jeans, in a way that hadn’t been a problem for me in a long time.
“One of ‘em looks like he’s about my age,” I offered.
“Yeah, but he’s dating Kace Tomlin,” Casey said.
“Wow. Pro footballer action.”
“Exactly.”
I pulled in a slow breath, letting my eyes linger on Casey’s lips. “So you like older men? What kind, exactly?”
“Guys with some salt and pepper in their hair. Guys who look rough, but kind. Guys who are willing to take me into a bar and buy me a drink even though I’m young enough to be their son.”
I groaned, leaning back in my chair and holding eye contact with him. He looked like an angel, with the faint multicolored glow of the twinkly lights highlighting his face, but I knew he was trouble.
The fucker was trying to make me crazy.
“You probably are about the same age as my son,” I told him. “What are you, 24? 25?”
“23,” he replied, and I had to groan again.
“Yep,” I said, nodding. “You’re his age. And I’m officially a monster.”
“What?” Casey protested. “Why do you say that?”
I lifted an eyebrow. “Because I feel guilty finding someone as young as you so goddamn attractive,” I told him, my voice low. “But I do.”
His eyes widened, just for an instant, as something flashed through them. He reached out, gently resting his hand on my forearm and giving it a little squeeze.
He liked this.
