Calder smiled, rocking himself into Robby’s hand. “Do what, sweetness? ‘Cause we’ve done this before.”
“Not here. Not in your truck.”
Calder looked at him. “You’ve fantasized about jerking a guy off in his truck? Do tell.”
Robby kissed Calder, his tongue teasing his way into his mouth before breaking the kiss. “Not a guy. You. I’ve wanted to do this ever since I saw you climb into your truck that day.”
“What day?” Calder managed, his voice catching as Robby’s hand twisted on the upstroke in a way that made Calder see stars.
“The first time I saw you. That day in the conference room. It was like you were the only one who even noticed I was there. As usual, it was always about Elijah. Just looking at you gave me so many dirty thoughts. I couldn’t wait to get back upstairs to my hotel room.”
“Fuck, angel. Are you telling me you jerked off thinking about us fooling around in my truck? How’d you even know I drove a truck?”
“I saw you when you got there. I saw you get out of this fancy truck, and I couldn’t imagine who you were or why you were there. I thought you had to be a tourist.”
“I like where this is going, dirty boy. Tell me what you thought about. Was it this?”
Robby shook his head, kissing Calder as he worked him faster. “No. I thought about you fucking me. I wondered if you’d be rough or gentle. If you’d just use me all up, and I’d never see you again.”
“Fuck, you are killing me, angel. What did you decide?” Calder panted, pushing himself up into Robby’s hand.
“I decided it didn’t matter. Rough or sweet. I just wanted you to want me. I wanted you inside me. I wanted to feel like somebody like—like you saw me and still wanted me.”
Jesus. Calder was talking before he could think better of it. His lizard brain was more than happy to tell Robby every fucking thought that was rattling around in his thick fucking skull. “Fuck. I do want you. You know that, right? I can’t get you out of my head. You live there now and that’s a problem, but it’s a problem for another day because I need you to get me off. Please, sweetness. Be good for me.” Robby kissed him, whimpering into his mouth as he fisted Calder’s cock with purpose. “Oh, fuck. Yeah. That’s it. Oh, fuck. That’s it, angel. I’m so fucking close. Don’t stop.”
Two minutes later, Calder was coming, his release spilling over Robby’s fingers as he worked every drop from him. Calder’s spent cock jerked as Robby lifted his fingers, looking him in the eye as he licked them clean. Calder dragged him in for another deep kiss.
“Did I do good?” Robby asked.
“So good. You were so good, angel. Let me take care of you.”
Robby flushed from his neck to the tips of his ears looking down into his own lap at the wet spot on his pants. Well, technically, Wyatt’s pants. God, the kid had come just from jerking Calder off. Shit. What had Calder gotten himself into, and why the fuck didn’t his brain have the self-preservation to want to get out? Why wasn’t every single alarm bell telling him to ask Linc to reassign Robby to another security detail?
“Let’s go home, get cleaned up, and eat dinner. We should probably try to get some sleep if we have to be back here at eleven. I don’t know how long this will take.”
* * *
Calder was both relieved and irritated to see Brandon waiting for them, as promised, when they arrived at five past eleven. Robby made no effort to even acknowledge the other man, instead breezing past him as if he wasn’t there, leaving Calder to give the guy a wave. Once they made it to the front, Robby stopped short, laser focused on something across the room. At first, Calder worried maybe Robby had spotted reporters, but when he followed the boy’s eyeline, he realized it was far worse.
Charlie waved to Robby from a table in the roped off VIP section. She wasn’t alone. Wyatt didn’t surprise Calder, as it seemed the two were always joined at the hip, but Linc and Shepherd were a complete shock. Where was Elijah? There was no way Shepherd would agree to go to a club without his famous husband.
Charlie waved her hands over her head, as if they could miss her in the packed club. She wore a skin tight red mini-dress with a black and white flannel and a pair of combat boots. She’d pulled half her hair up and teased the shit out of the front of it. Oh, right. Nineties night.
Elijah returned to the table from somewhere and also waved at the two of them, giving Robby a remorseful look. Calder sighed, placing a hand on Robby’s back and pushing him towards the group. As soon as they reached the table, Charlie snagged Robby and Elijah by the arms and nodded her head at Wyatt. When Wyatt stood, she started herding the boys towards the dance floor.
“I love this song,” she screamed over the base beat.
Calder watched them go, worry gnawing at him. Robby’s attorney wouldn’t like this. Robby’s publicist and PR people certainly wouldn’t like Robby and his ex-boyfriend out on a dance floor together while the ex’s new husband looked on.
Calder refused to acknowledge his own feelings of seeing Robby and Elijah on the dance floor together. It was nothing. Robby had told him just hours ago that Elijah had never been his plan. He wanted Calder. Robby had jerked him off in his car and had whispered in his ear how he’d fantasized about Calder from day one. Not Elijah. Him. It did little to quell the jealousy burning a hole through his gut. He didn’t want anybody touching Robby. The boy was his. Just his.
Except, he wasn’t. Fuck. How had he let shit get so twisted in his head? He had too many other things to deal with in his life. He wasn’t good enough for Robby. He made shit decisions when feelings were involved. Just ask the girl whose ashes were sitting in a cardboard box at the funeral home.
“You’re staring,” Linc shouted. “At least sit down and glare at the kid so it’s not so obvious.”
Linc kicked Charlie’s empty seat towards Calder, but he shook his head, leaning down enough for Linc to hear him. “I need to go talk to the bartender. Keep an eye on him for me?”
Linc gave a curt nod, and Calder walked towards the massive bar, currently manned by four bartenders. Two women and two men. One of the two men was bald with dark skin, which meant the slightly built blond one had to be Caleb. He flagged the man down and received a curt nod. He waited as the guy helped the four to five people waiting for their drinks in front of him.
