“What are you doing here?” he asks me. “You own every bar in the city?”
“Just scoping out the competition.”
His gaze flicks to the liquor on the shelf behind the bar, and I move to stand in the way. When he meets my stare, his cheeks darken just the slightest bit.
“What’s wrong, Jude?” He looks lost and almost afraid. “Do you need something?”
He sighs and clenches his hands into fists at his sides. “What I need is to fuck.”
I start to joke that I can’t help him with that, but I can feel the tension just pouring off him. It’s the same way Patrick used to feel after he would come home from a long shift smelling like smoke and death. He’d get in the shower and wash it all away, then crawl into bed with me, where he’d fuck me hard.
“You want to?” I ask instead, and Jude’s eyes fill with heat. He gives me one quick nod, so I take his hand. For a second, I think he’s going to pull away, but he follows me wordlessly as I tug on his hand to lead him away.
When I push open the door of the bathroom, I have a flash of doubt. Is this actually a good idea? Jude seemed pretty upset when he walked in. If not upset, then at least bothered. Maybe we should—
Jude shuts the door behind us and locks it, the sound loud in the quiet of the small space. Then he turns to me with the hungriest look in his eyes that I’ve ever seen on a man. In one quick stride, he has me backed up against the counter, the lip of the sink digging into the small of my back.
“Did you enjoy last night?” he asks, grabbing my hips and squeezing possessively.
All I can do is nod.
“I bet you did. You’re a dirty boy, aren’t you?” He skims his nose along my cheek, places his lips near my ear. “Now, tell me what you’d like me to do to you.”
I buck my hips against his hold, already desperately trying to find some friction.
“Use your words,” Jude says sharply, his fingers digging into my hips.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“How?” His voice is barely a whisper, and his eyes are glinting. Delighted in making me squirm uncomfortably.
“I don’t care.” My words are breathless. My body’s already humming with heat.
His lips pull up in a smirk. “You’re a needy thing, aren’t you?” When I don’t respond, he releases one side of me to grab my chin. “I asked you a question, Max.”
“Yes, I am.” I’m so hard, I think I could come just from looking at him. It’s almost embarrassing. But it’s been two years since someone’s been inside me, and I just fucking need him.
Jude tsks and searches my face. I’m not sure what it is he’s looking for, so I try to school my expression into neutral, but I must not do a very good job. He slides his other hand from my waist to my ass, clenching a handful of my cheek.
He holds me in that position for a second, and I realize he’s waiting to gauge my reaction, trying to decide how demanding, how controlling, he can be with me.
So I go with the universal color. “Green.”
“You’d better fucking tell me if that changes,” he replies. Then he’s on me, grabbing my hips and spinning me around to face the sink.
“You don’t care how you get fucked?” Jude asks, reaching around to unbutton my jeans and slide them down to my ankles. My boxers are next, and then I’m standing there naked, my cock leaking precum.
Jude runs a finger along the back of my neck. “Since you don’t care, we’ll do it like this. You can look in the mirror and watch your reflection the moment I slide into you.”
A whimper comes out of me, even though I try to cut it off.
“Shh.” Jude unbuttons his own jeans, and I hear the zipper slide down quickly. “You don’t want anyone to hear you, do you? You don’t want anyone knowing you’re in here with your pants around your ankles about to get fucked?”
I shake my head, but I’m not sure if that’s true. Jude’s too intoxicating. I don’t know how I’m supposed to think around him.
A sharp slap sounds in the room, and just a second later, pain explodes across my ass. Jude’s handprint burns on my cheek, and I glance back to look at him. “What the hell was that for?”
“I said to use your damn words.”
