“We can talk here,” Landon tried, flicking his finger in the direction of the private playroom tucked into the alcove behind Gregory. He swallowed thickly, immediately recognizing what a treacherous idea it was to put himself somewhere so painfully private—and equipped—with his ex-boyfriend.
Gregory glanced over his shoulder then turned back to Landon with a small shake of his head.
“As much as I might like to talk in there sometime, now isn’t that time. Can I take you for some pizza?”
Landon couldn’t stop himself from thinking about the kind of talking they could do in a room as well-appointed as the upstairs playroom and his cock thickened. He was glad to be behind the bar, and he discreetly reached down and adjusted himself in his skimpy shorts.
“There’s a good place in Eagle Rock that’s open late,” Gregory suggested.
“I know.” Landon cut him off. “I know,” he tried again, softer.
“My treat.”
“Just pizza,” Landon countered.
“Just pizza. And maybe a Coke. If you’re good.” Gregory hedged a small smile.
Landon adjusted himself again, hating how much he liked the way the last few words sounded as they rolled off Gregory’s tongue. He couldn’t quell his growing erection, though, and Gregory was just standing there, staring at him expectantly. The last thing he wanted was to flash his boner to his ex-boyfriend.
Landon made a shooing gesture with his hand. “Go, then. I need to grab my stuff from the office, I’ll meet you there.”
“I’ll wait outside,” Gregory said, thankfully turning away and heading down the stairs. He stopped at the bottom and forced Landon to pass him. Landon could feel Gregory’s stare on his back as he crossed through the club and closed himself in his office.
He pulled the top drawer of his desk open to get his wallet, phone, and keys. Verity popped their head into the office.
“You taking off?” they asked with a smirk.
“I’m not happy with you,” Landon muttered.
“You don’t need to be. I’ll see you at home.” Verity pulled the door closed, leaving Landon alone with his thoughts and his erection. He opened the unused bottom filing drawer in his desk and thankfully found a pair of jeans inside that to pull on over his shorts. They were tight, but the denim was better at hiding his arousal than spandex.
Once he was properly arranged, he locked the office and made his way through the club, finding Gregory at the foot of the stairs outside, twirling his keys. When he saw Landon, he smiled, the dim parking lot lights shining across his mouth. Landon blinked slowly, then joined Gregory on the last step.
“Do you want me to drive?” Gregory asked him.
“I said I’d meet you there.”
“Alright.” Gregory caught his keys in his hand and stepped into the parking lot. “I’ll meet you there then.”
The whole drive over, Landon did nothing besides list all the what if’s in his head, then hate that Verity wasn’t there to stop him from doing it.
What if he wants to be with me again?
What if hedoesn’twant to be with me again?
What if he abandons me again?
What if I say something wrong?
What if?
What if Verity was right?
What if I am wrong?
He’d parked and was sitting in his car, staring at the stitching on his steering wheel when he heard knuckles tap against the driver’s window. He startled and looked over, not surprised to see Gregory there with a questioning smile on his face.
Landon pushed the door open, and Gregory stepped out of the way.
