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  “Well—”

  The rest is cut off by a clearing of a throat behind me. Peering over my shoulder, I see Liam, and he does not look happy. I glance back to Kyle, seeing he has a confused yet determined look on his face.

  Staring right at Liam, he puts his arm around my shoulders and whispers in my ear, “Who’s the big guy?”

  In a fog, my eyes dart back to Liam. His jaw is doing that twitching thing again.

  This is not going to be easy.

  Chapter 7

  I WATCH Aaron suddenly jump up and head through the dancers.

  After calling his name with no response, I glance at Tristan and Addison, as though they’d have some magical answer to what the fuck happened.

  Addison shakes her head and says firmly, “I suggest you go get your man.”

  Agreeing with her, I get up and follow Aaron’s cute little ass through the crowd. He stops in front of some young guy and throws himself into a hug. Seeing this makes my heart ache.

  Who is this man, and why is he touching my Aaron? I don’t give a fuck if it’s just for the weekend—he’s mine, if only temporarily. Are they together? Have they been together? There is an intimacy to the way they are interacting.

  Unable to take this anymore, I clear my throat loudly, close to Aaron’s ear. It doesn’t help calm me any further when he turns around looking like the kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

  The little punk hanging on my boy has the nerve to look at me like I’m nothing. I will break that fuckin’ arm if he doesn’t move it real fuckin’ soon. Tired of holding back like a pussy, I step forward and remove the asshole’s arm from my man. Aaron’s eyes become huge as I glare at the jerk and then wrap my arms around my guy’s waist.

  He starts to turn his head, opening his mouth to speak to the dipshit, but I stop him by putting my finger under his chin, moving him to look at me again. “Aaron, baby, I was wondering where you ran off to.”

  I crush his lips to mine, wasting no time showing that little bastard watching exactly whom Aaron belongs to. When I pull away, my boy whimpers at the loss. That’s fuckin’ right—mine.

  “So, baby, who’s your little friend?” I ask, peering at the other guy as I wait for an answer.

  “Um…. Liam, this is Kyle, a friend from my college years.” Glancing at Kyle, he introduces me. “Kyle, this is my… um… date, Liam.”

  Kyle smiles a little flirty smile at Aaron that makes my skin crawl. “Oh, come on, Aaron, I’m much more than a friend,” he says, and winks at my boy.

  Aaron blushes deep red. What the fuck is that about?

  He jumps in, trying to change the subject. “Liam, I’m sorry to take off on you like that, it was very rude of me. I haven’t seen Kyle since I left college and I got excited.” He beams at me with that innocent little look he gives me sometimes.

  Smirking, I mumble, “That’s okay, baby, I know how excitable you can be.” I reach down and rub the plug roughly, causing him to groan.

  He huffs out, “Fuck, Liam, don’t do that unless you can back it up.”

  Staring directly into his eyes, I confirm, “Oh, you know I can back it up.”

  Kyle, the little jerk, breaks our moment, saying, “Jesus, man, why don’t you just piss on his leg?”

  That’s it. I’m going to punch the fucker. Fisting my hands so hard my knuckles pop, I take a step forward because he obviously has a death wish.

  Aaron moves in between us, putting his hands on my chest. “Liam, let me handle this. Calm down, please.” I do, only because he asks me to. Kyle is one lucky shit. Standing still, I watch Aaron turn to his friend. “Kyle, I know you don’t mean to cause problems, and you’ve always been a flirt. I’ve always found that fun about you, but I’m here with Liam. I don’t appreciate you making him uncomfortable, trying to imply more out of our past than what it is. Please behave yourself. I want to enjoy seeing my old friend again.”

  Kyle huffs, grunting, “I really didn’t mean to start anything. I was happy to see you, then there was this guy all over you, and I didn’t know how to handle that. I’ll be good, I promise. Now that I’ve had the chance to see you, I don’t want to lose touch again.” Kyle, trying his best to appear contrite, puts his hand out to me. “Hey, man, I’m sorry for teasing you. Can we start again?”

  I’m not buying his act. He wants my Aaron, I can see it every time his eyes roam over his body. Not that I can blame him—Aaron is fuckin’ hot. Just because I understand the attraction, doesn’t mean I’m going to let him make his move.

  Squeezing a little harder than necessary, I shake his hand. “Sure thing, Kyle. I can understand not wanting to share him.” I glance over at the man in question and wink.

  Aaron blushes beautifully, and then giggles. “Liam, stop teasing me.” Glancing back and forth between the two of us, he continues, “Are you guys going to be okay by yourselves while I go get us some drinks?”

  We both nod and give him our orders. He heads toward the bar, and I go toward Kyle. To his credit, he doesn’t back down at all despite me towering over him.

  In a low voice that’s still loud enough to be heard over the noise of the club, I tell him, “Let’s get something straight here. I see the desire in your eyes. I can understand wanting something you can’t have, but Aaron is with me.”

  Kyle rolls his eyes. “Of course I ‘want’ him, I’ve always wanted him. Trust me, though: you have nothing to worry about. He’s never felt that way about me. We’ve always been only friends.” He pauses, smirking a little, and I have the need to wipe that look off his face immediately. “Well, friends with benefits, anyway.”

  I can’t hold back anymore. “Well, just so you know, those benefits are over. Do you understand me?”

  Sighing, Kyle has a wistful look on his face. “Yeah, I’ve seen the way he looks at you. I know they’re over. I’ll behave, but I will continue to enjoy the view, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about that.” Not liking what he said, but knowing he’s right, I nod. He then asks the question I’ve not been looking forward to. “So, how long have you two been together?”

  I glance around, desperate for Aaron to appear so I won’t have to answer. Resolving that that’s not going to happen, I plunge ahead. “Well, we started dating this weekend, actually. We ran into each other literally on the street and I couldn’t help but ask him out. He’s gorgeous and has a great sense of humor.”

  I realize then that I’m grinning like a moron. Kyle is watching me with a knowing look on his face. Oh great, he thinks I’ve got it bad. You do, though….

  He seems to relax a little, and chuckles. “Yeah, he really has no clue how cute he is. I think that’s one of the most attractive things about him. At least to me, anyway.”

  The ridiculousness of us fawning over Aaron hits me suddenly, and I bust a gut. I laugh so hard I probably seem like I’ve lost my mind. It feels good, though. I’ve been tense ever since I saw Kyle touching my boy.

  Luckily, Aaron chooses now to return with our beers, smiling ear to ear at seeing me laughing, which warms me down to my toes. Handing over my drink, he wraps his arms around my waist and pecks me on the lips like it’s the most natural thing to do. The little bit of contact makes my skin tingle.

  Facing out to look at both of us, he says, “I’m so glad to see you two getting along. Thank you both for behaving.” We both nod. Glancing back up at me, he asks, “Lee, do you think it would be rude to your friends if I have a dance with Kyle? I haven’t seen him in so long, and I want to catch up a little.”

  Oh, I don’t like this at all. I have to relax a little, though. I don’t want to hurt Aaron’s feelings.

  Putting my hand on the side of his face, I rub his smooth cheek with my thumb as I answer, “No, babe, it’s fine. Just as long as you remember who you’re with.”

  I wink and then kiss those luscious lips again. Groaning at the sheer pleasure of having them against mine, I deepen the kiss. He grunts and tightens his arms around me. As our tongue
s duel, I reach down and grab handfuls of his cute little cheeks, squeezing them together to make the plug rub him. He pulls his mouth from mine and moans rather loudly.

  His eyes are slightly glazed over and I chuckle a little, giving him one more kiss. “I’m going to return to the table. When you’re done, you want to head back there?”

  He gives me a stupefied smile. “Sure thing. Then we can have that dance you promised me earlier.”

  “You better believe it. I’m looking forward to it. I have been all day.” Letting go of him, I give a pointed glare at Kyle before I leave them.

  It will only be one dance, and that’s all I think I can stomach.

  When I reach the table, Addison is sitting there with a mischievous glint in her eye. I feel like turning right back around and running, because I know I’m in for the “Addison Inquisition.”

  Just as I sit down, she starts in with her questions. “So, did you find Aaron?”

  Keeping my answers simple, I say, “Yeah—he’s fine.”

  “Why hasn’t he come back with you?”

  I wish I had a better answer than I do, because I know she is going to have a field day with this. “He, um… met up with an old school buddy and wants to catch up for a few.”

  “Oh? That’s nice.” She looks at me disbelievingly. “Is this buddy good-looking?”

  Here we go—Addison is trying to act coy, but I know where she’s heading with this and it’s exactly where my thoughts were from the beginning. “Hmmm…. You know, Addison, I really didn’t notice.”

  Rolling her eyes, she continues, “Suuuure you didn’t. If you had, you would’ve been all over Aaron, marking your territory. Of course you didn’t notice.”

  I am taking a swig of my beer as she says that, and I nearly choke on it. I decide not to comment.

  “So, you both met this weekend, right? He didn’t seem to know you yesterday.”

  Oh, fuckin’ great. How am I supposed to answer this? I can’t use the stupid story I came up with when Kyle asked.

  “Well, he came in the other day to discuss some business matters, and we kinda hit it off. We, um… got a little carried away in the office, and now we’re hanging out this weekend.” I glance over to see if Addison bought it.

  She seems to have, if that big goofy grin on her face is any indication. “That’s great, Liam! You’ve been alone too long. I like this Aaron guy, mainly because of the smile he puts on your face.”

  I literally have a blush on my face when I notice I’m smiling.

  Tristan nods and gives me the thumbs up. “Yeah, man, I haven’t seen you this happy in a while. Although it appears that someone else likes Aaron too.”

  He motions to the dance floor, so I turn around, dreading what I’m about to see. There’s my man, wrapped in Kyle’s arms He’s sliding his hands all over Aaron’s body as he grinds against his ass.

  “Motherfucker!” I grunt out, slamming my empty bottle on the table as I stand up. I turn to my friends. “I think it’s time I have a little dance with my date. See you guys later.”

  I hear them laughing behind me, but I don’t have time for snide comments right now. I have to get those hands off my guy. By the time I make my way through the crowd, they are looking at each other again, with Aaron’s back facing me. I walk right up and put my hands on his hips.

  Leaning down, I whisper in his ear. “You mind if I cut in?”

  In answer, he shoves his ass up to grind against my groin. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I give Kyle a quick tilt of my head, telling him his time is up.

  He acknowledges it by saying, “Aaron, I have to get going. You have my number, right?”

  “Yeah, I’ve got it. Are you sure you have to go?” Yes, he has to fuckin’ go. He’s had more than enough time to grope Aaron.

  “I have an early appointment in the morning, so….”

  Sighing, Aaron says his good-byes. Now it’s time to have a little fun. Leaning him against me, I angle my growing hardness so it’s right up against his plug. I start to move my hips to the beat of the music, hitting the toy with almost every movement. I can hear him groan each time.

  His body trembles, as his hips, seemingly of their own accord, join in grinding against me. Briskly, he turns around, placing his arms around my neck. I slide my leg between his knees and grasp his cheeks, rubbing his dick up against me.

  He sucks in a stuttered breath, and in what is supposed to be stern voice, he warns me, “You keep that up, and I’m going to jizz. Then we’ll have to leave, because I refuse to wander around this club in messy pants.”

  “Hmm…. Doesn’t sound like a bad idea to me. I did promise you some dances, though.”

  Smiling at me, he agrees. “Yes, you did.”

  As the night rolls on, I enjoy the beat of the music with this amazing man moving against me. I love the feel of him in my arms and I would give anything to have him bare chested right now and be skin to skin. We flow as well together here as we do in bed.

  Time passes, and we take a break to get some drinks, then head back out on the floor. After dancing through countless songs and more shots than our minds can bear, everything becomes fuzzy with the haze of lust and alcohol. His hard little body is rubbing up against me, and I moan as he shoves his ass in an upward motion, following the length of my cock. With a groan, I lean forward and graze my lips along his neck, making my way to his ear. I nip it, and then soothe the sting with my tongue.

  Massaging my fingers along his chest, I whisper, “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?”

  I hear him whimper and he grabs my hands, leading them slowly down his tight stomach. With my fingertips grazing his hard package, he moans out, “If it’s anything like you’re doing to me, you’re going nuts and are ready to fuck right here.”

  Grunting at the thought of doing just that, I don’t give a fuck who is watching at this point. I want nothing more than to be inside him at this moment.

  He turns suddenly in my arms and snakes his own around my waist. I trail my hands up his firm butt to catch his swaying hips while his soft fingertips make their way under the hem of my shirt, grazing my lower back. My muscles twitch under his attention, my body humming with electricity. I can’t take it anymore—gripping the back of his neck, I attach my lips to his urgently, with a frenzy of need.

  Moaning loudly, I pull his head back by his hair and leave wet, openmouthed kisses along his refined jaw, down to his Adam’s apple. Stopping there, I nip and suck on it. Aaron makes a mewling sound and digs his blunt fingernails into my back. Hissing at the pleasure of the sting, my palms grasp back on to his firm behind.

  Aaron grunts while shaking and he pants out, “So close.”

  As he says this, Tristan taps me on the shoulder. “Dude, you two need to cool it, you’re putting on quite the show. Not that some mind, obviously, but I figure you might want to take it to a more private place.”

  Peering around the room, I notice we have gathered a small audience.

  Aaron notices too, and with a blush, he hides his face in my chest, whispering, “Oh my God, how embarrassing.”

  I rub his back to soothe him and chuckle, turning my attention back to Tristan. “Yeah, definitely time to go. Sorry we didn’t end up hanging out much, man.”

  “Oh, that’s okay. Addison and I have had our own fun,” he answers, as he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. I laugh, shaking my head at his antics as he continues, “I noticed you two are swaying a little more than the music calls for. I called one of our private cars to take you back to your place. I’ll have another guy pick up your car and have it delivered.”

  I hadn’t even thought about how we were going to get home. I’m glad at least Tristan is thinking on his feet. “Thanks, man, much appreciated.”

  Tristan takes off to find Addison, to do more of God knows what to that woman. Leaning down, I whisper in Aaron’s ear, “You ready to leave?”

  Glancing up at me, he nods, and we make our way through the cro
wd. In the car, the driver has the privacy screen up, so we go right back to where we were on the dance floor. Aaron with his inhibitions gone is a really fuckin’ awesome thing. He immediately stretches up and attacks my throat with his teeth and lips. I lay my head back on the seat, enjoying the feel of his soft, wet tongue on my skin. Yanking the collar of my shirt down to give him better access, he makes his way to my collarbones. When he grazes his teeth along one of them, it sends a sharp surge of heat right to my groin.

  Panting, I warn him, “You’re driving me crazy.”

  Looking at me with a devious smirk on his face, he tells me, “Not yet, I’m not.” With that, he starts opening my fly.

  “Oh fuck, yes. Put your hands on me.” My cock is trying hard to help push down the zipper to be free.

  I sigh, relieved to be out of the confines of my pants. The air hitting the sensitive skin causes my dick to twitch. I’m aching badly for him to touch me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he reclines his body slightly and takes me deep into his throat.

  Slamming my head back against the seat, I whimper, “Oh fuck… holy hell… ah, Aaron.”

  He stills for a minute, swallowing around me before lifting back off slightly. I desperately need more, and I nudge his head with my hand, feeling his giggles vibrate along my shaft.

  Not to be put off, I order, “Fuckin’ move, Aaron—now.”

  Groaning, he starts to move, apparently liking the order. The wet sound of his mouth giving me pleasure fills the cab of the car. I can guarantee the driver knows exactly what’s going on in here, because there’s no way I can be quiet. Not that I give a fuck—my boy has his mouth right where it belongs. I decide to play with giving more orders.

  “That’s fuckin’ right, boy, work that cock. Show me how much you like it.” I move his head with my hand to a rhythm that suits me. Moaning, he wraps his teeth lightly around my sensitive skin and I feel the urge to come hard, so I pull him off me and direct him to my sack. “Suck my balls, there you go. Oh fuck…. So good.”