Handsome, smart, funny, sexy… and looking for something serious. That, by Ethan’s definition, was complicated.
“Let's head in there,” Blake said loudly, pointing to a set of closed doors on the wall behind where Beau stood. “Crave’s not open yet, so we’ll have the place all to ourselves.”
Ethan knew Blake was talking for Beau’s benefit and not his. He didn’t give a fuck where they went, and if Beau kept looking at him like that, Ethan was going to lose every ounce of his self-control. Resisting the guy was becoming harder and harder, and he had a feeling Beau knew that.
Was that why Beau was pursuing him? Because he knew Ethan would eventually cave? If that were the case, then Beau had another lesson to learn. Ethan didn’t give in. What he and Blake had was all Ethan could afford – consistent sex with one person and no emotional entanglements. After all, Ethan wasn’t promiscuous, he just wasn’t interested in anything long term.
As they passed Beau, Ethan continued to make eye contact, wanting to ensure that Beau understood the rules of this game. Ethan was with Blake. He didn’t give a shit if it was just for sex, he was still with Blake. It would keep the potential for anything serious at bay, and quite frankly, the sex was good. Slightly monotonous, but nothing to complain about.
Blake opened the door to Crave, the night club within Alluring Indulgence that his younger brother Zane was responsible for. And just like Blake predicted, no one was there. There were dim lights that ran along the perimeter of the room, but for the most part, they were immersed in darkness.
Before he could say a word, Ethan found himself pinned against the wall, Blake’s lean, corded body pressed firmly against his.
“You don’t know how bad I want you right now,” Blake said, his green eyes sparkling with passion.
Ethan pictured brown eyes. Smoldering hot, intensely sexy, chocolate brown eyes.
Shaking his head to dislodge the image of Beau, Ethan downed the rest of his beer and set the bottle on one of the spare tables lined up along the wall beside him.
“Show me,” Ethan taunted him, knowing just how much Blake liked to be dominated. It wasn’t that Ethan favored being the top in his relationships, he actually didn’t give a shit either way, but it always seemed that he found submissive bottoms. Still, that was something he could deal with.
“Show you?” Blake asked, a grin tipping the corners of his mouth.
That was another thing about Blake, he enjoyed when Ethan told him what to do. He craved it. In an attempt to engage in the moment, Ethan did as Blake expected. “And if you really want to show me, you’ll get on your knees and suck my cock,” Ethan demanded, keeping his voice low, unyielding.
You’re damn lucky I haven’t told Ethan what a fuck up you really are.
Beau’s voice echoed through Ethan’s mind, and he actually glanced around to see if the man was there. He wasn’t.
Forcing his attention to the here and now, Ethan stared down his body at Blake who was now kneeling in front of him, his hands fumbling with Ethan’s belt buckle. He wondered how much Blake had to drink tonight. Like usual, he was sure the answer was too much, but he wasn’t Blake’s keeper, so it actually wasn’t any of his business. And Blake wasn’t going to be driving himself anywhere, so it wasn’t like Ethan should really care.
Taking a deep breath, Ethan dropped his head back against the wall, waiting for the rush he would get from the warmth of Blake’s mouth on his dick, the feel of his lips around his shaft, the phenomenal suction that would send him off the cliff and into temporary bliss.
“Mmmm,” Blake moaned when he got Ethan’s cock free from his jeans. Ethan didn’t look down, just slid one hand into Blake’s silky, dark hair and held him there. He wasn’t in a hurry, and he knew the release would come eventually, and it would be just that. A release. Hollow and temporary.
For the life of him, Ethan couldn’t get the image of Beau out of his mind. He imagined it was Beau’s blond hair he had latched onto, Beau’s exquisite mouth that would lave his cock until he couldn’t breathe from the need to possess him.
When Blake’s mouth enveloped his hard length, his hand gripping the base of his shaft as he teased with his tongue at first, Ethan squeezed his eyes shut.
Fuck, it felt… He wanted to say it felt good, but for some reason, it just felt… wrong.
What would Beau’s mouth feel like?
Gripping Blake’s hair tightly, Ethan fought the discerning notion. He wasn’t going there. Not tonight. Not ever.
“Suck me, Blake,” Ethan instructed, more to remind himself of whom he was with than anything else. “Fucking suck me harder.”