He chuckles against my neck, which gets me to being as hard as himquickly.
I check once more to make sure Ty is away before spinning around and kissing Eric, who doesn’t pull away. In an instant, I’m transported back to our night at this same club. From there, through every kiss we’ve shared since. He takes my breath away, something he always seems to manage soeffortlessly.
When he finally leans away, I ask, “Is it as good as the firsttime?”
“So much better, and better everytime.”
His breath slams against my face as he speaks, and I hear Liam behind me say, “Soromantic.”
Eric rolls hiseyes.
Liam hands us drinks, and Eric asks, “You seen mykid?”
“Some guy was laying it on real thick with him. You know, he’s got the Eric Westright charm in him, so he’s real popular. Guy’s probably gonna throw him over his shoulder and carry him to the bathhouse. Just like hispops.”
Liam and Eric’s friendship reminds me of the way Ty and I rag on each other, all in good fun, and they clearly both take it thatway.
“You frequent a lot of bathhouses in your day?” I askEric.
Liam laughs. “A little more than frequent. Maybe regular. He practically had aroom.”
“I had my share of bathhousefun.”
“I have a lot of guys to thank for the experience they gave you, huh?” I say, genuinely appreciating everything that’s led to Eric being as good as he is…at so many things, and particularly in thatdepartment.
“Oh, Eric, you’re in more trouble than I thought,” Liam notes, and I turn to see him glancing between us. “You let this one go, and I’ll take dibs. Hell, even if you guys need an extra hand onenight.”
I laugh at his obvious compliment, and Eric hooks an arm around me, tugging me closeagain.
“I take it you’d be offering more than ahand.”
“I’d offer whatever you guysneeded.”
I can’t stop laughing atthat.
“Okay, it wasn’t that funny,” Ericinsists.
“No, no. It’s just… I think I’ve had more than enough to drink for now.” I set my cocktail on the table besideus.
“Hey, stud,” I hear before the guy Liam was dancing with earlier slips around him and starts grinding onhim.
“Okay,” I say. “On this note, I think I’m gonna head to the restroom. I’ll swing by the bar to see if Ty needs me to swoop in and rescue him, allright?”
“Thank you,” Eric says. “You can read me too well, can’tyou?”
“You have a sort of fatherly concern right now, and it’scute.”
He kisses me. “I loveyou.”
“I love youtoo.”
Never gonna get tired of sayingthat.
I slip away and head toward the bar, searching around for Ty, but I don’t see him. Considering how full my bladder is, I decide it’ll be better to search for him once I finish mybusiness.
I head into the restroom, and the urinals are packed. I walk past the closed stalls, to the farthest one, which is cracked open. Pushing the door, I see two guys making out, one shoving the other against the side of the stall, his pants at his ankles, his dick hanging out as the other guy strokesit.
“Sorry,” I mutter. The guy with his pants down turns to me, and suddenly I realize Ty and I are making eyecontact.
