4
Liam
“Just working to be a good boy,” I assured Ty, speaking loud enough to counter the blaring music.
“I wonder what happens when you finally cave.”
I smiled. Even with the intense energy surging through me, I knew I could still those stray primal urges that had me wanting to press my face against his, feel his flesh against my own.
“I never cave, Ty. It’s all just chemicals in the brain. Sparks of lust. This animalistic side of us that doesn’t abide reason or logic. I can fight all that back.”
“Then I guess I can just have fun watching you exercise your willpower.”
I loved how he moved to me, hooking his arm around me like he was prepared to test me. And if it was a test, I knew I would prove victorious, if only out of stubbornness. His hand slid around, down to my crotch, and he felt around, helping himself. I didn’t fight him, and he gazed up into my eyes.
We continued moving together, though. I delighted in his scent and his gaze, soaking them up for what I knew would be the brief time I had to do so before I headed back to Chicago.
He seemed to notice something on my face because he reached up and ran his thumb across my forehead. I didn’t resist that either, even though I should have. Even though the intimate sensation his touch stirred was far more powerful than him simply feeling my crotch.
He pulled his thumb back, and I could see my sweat on it as he took it into his mouth.
“Working up quite a sweat,” he said, closing his eyes, like he wanted to fully enjoy me.
Oh, Pretty Thing.
Beautiful thing.
Dangerous thing.
I kept my hand against his back, tugging him close as I entertained all those fantasies that were so vivid to me. A low growl rumbled through my throat, too soft for him to hear over the music, but that articulated the pure passion Ty filled me with.
Through my periphery, I noticed someone approaching us, and my fists clenched instinctively.
“Hey, bud.” The guy, tall, in a tank top, was one of the bartenders I’d taken notice of when we’d entered that part of the bar. He held two shots, and handed one to Ty and the other to me. “Courtesy of the DJ,” he shouted. “He was impressed with your singing along to some song.”
Must’ve been the Nicole Scherzing-whoever he’d been talking about.
“Aw, fuck yeah,” Ty said, a grin overtaking his expression as he whirled around, looking to the DJ booth in the corner of the space. The DJ raised his own shot, and Ty lifted his before they drank together.
He turned back to me, inspecting the full shot in my grip. “Hey, aren’t you going to drink yours?”
“I think I’ve had enough tonight.”
“You worried what you might do if you drink too much?”
I scoffed at his implication that I would somehow so easily succumb to him after a couple of drinks, and to prove him wrong, downed it.
“I’ll be fine,” I added.
“Well, you’re alreadyfine.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, I think I might need to call it a night.”
The way his expression sobered, the sadness in it, made him look as though I’d just told him I was never going to see him again. “One more song.”
“Of course,” I said without thinking, as though his request had pulled my submission right from me.
He spun back around, backing that ass up to me, and my hands found their way around him effortlessly. I knew as I drew him even closer that I was sending him the wrong signal, but I didn’t care. That’s what he wanted, and I wanted to give him that much.
