He was gorgeous, even if he didn’t seem to know it. I wasn’t telling the truth about shaking hands, but I couldn’t stop myself from testing him. He reacted just the way I liked, hesitant, confused. But then he looked up at me from those beautiful blue eyes, and I made my mind up. I wanted to play.
I had been without anyone for so long, I thought I was just gonna have to marry my hand since it was the only thing I was having sex with lately. But now...now I saw something that intrigued me.
All through the party, I kept a seat at the bar while my eyes kept straying to Josiah. I memorized his movements, his thick auburn hair and beard, those luscious full lips. He was always on top of whatever the party needed to keep it moving, but in social interactions he was a bit too formal. His diction was perfect even with his sexy Southern accent. I had a thing for that accent. It went straight to my cock every time, and this was no exception. Several guys throughout the night had tried to flirt with him, but he seemed oblivious. I determined that with him, it would have to be a direct approach or it would never work.
I’d always heard people like Josiah were called buttoned-up, and that fit him tonight. I wanted to muss his hair, unbutton that shirt, peel his body out of that tight blazer, and squeeze that tight ass. Mmmm, it was the best kind of tight. Just the way I liked it.
“You can stare all you want, but his clothes aren’t gonna disappear just by looking.”
I was startled from my thoughts by the cute blond who’d been helping at one of the party games. He was cute and pretty, a gorgeous twink, but not my type at all. Once I registered who was talking, I finally realized what he’d said.
“I’m sorry, what?”
The blond got his drink from the bartender, then took the seat next to me with a smart-ass smirk. “You heard me, big guy. You’ve been eye-fucking my bestie for over two hours. Now, don’t get me wrong, he needs a good fucking, but sitting here just looking at him isn’t gonna get you anywhere.”
I couldn’t help but smile at the cutie, and then I set him straight. “I have no intention of starting something I can’t finish, dude. I’m not in town long enough for anything, so that’s not really fair is it?” I was talking shit. I would absolutely tap that if given the chance, but I couldn’t tell his best friend that. Plus I had nowhere to go back to, so I could stay in the States as long as I wanted. If I wanted.
“Shut the fuck up, man. That’s bullshit, and you know it. Josiah needs someone to make him let loose. He thinks he has to be in control all the time because the last time he let loose turned out not so great.”
That got my attention. “What happened?”
“Sorry, none of ya business, but I asked around and you’re safe. So, I’m gonna tell you that you need to get him to go to that sauna thing tonight and then get him into one of the rooms where he can watch.” He tossed back the rest of his drink, then hopped off the stool and patted me on the knee. “You can thank me later.”
Well, damn. I guess I was going to have an interesting New Year’s Eve after all.
Chapter 3
Josiah
A few hoursinto the party, things were getting hot. Presley was a huge hit with the game, and the guys were loving him. He was having a blast flirting, and I had caught him getting a few numbers during the night. He might not ever use them, but he’d be happy to add them to his keepsake box. Some guys had boxes of rocks or other things they had collected over the years. Not Pres. No, he had a box full of all the numbers he’d been given over the years.
I’d be happy when this night was over, but for a very different reason. All night long I’d been in a staring match with Sebastian. I felt his gaze following me around the room, and I couldn’t keep my gaze from him, even though I knew he was dangerous to me and my vow of never, ever letting someone be in control again.
I had steered clear of the bar all night, strictly because he’d been sitting on the same stool all night drinking beer and staring. He was too gorgeous to ever really have anything to do with me anyway. I had just about convinced myself it was all in my head by the end of the night. He was staring at me for being an idiot about the priest thing. That had to be it.
By the time most of the guests had left, I saw Presley heading my way from the bar with a grin. “I’m heading out, Josy.”
I leaned down to give him a big hug. “Thank you so much for helping me out, Pres. You made the party.”
He slapped me on the butt, before letting me go. “Stop it, I was happy to help. It was a fantastic party. Now, are you going to the second half of the festivities?”
“Uh, no. I’m going home. That’s not my thing, you know that.”
Presley punched me in the gut. “That’s crap, asshole. You’re kinkier than I am and that’s saying something. Just go and have fun for a change.”
“Oww, you ass, don’t hit me. That freaking hurt.”
“Quit being a pussy, Josy. Just loosen up and have fun. It’s New Year’s fucking Eve. Live a little.”
“Okay, end of discussion. I’ll think about it okay? Are you going there, too?”
Pres’s face pinched up like he smelled something horrible. “Me? Hell, no! I think I’m going to swing by your brother’s and wish him a Happy New Year.”
I had just picked up some glasses to take back the kitchen when he said that, and I barely made it to the bar before dropping the glasses and twisting to face him. “Don’t you dare, Presley Ryan!”
He gave me his most innocent look, but I knew better.
“Don’t you dare try that angel look on me. You’ve been flirting with Everett for years, and at first it was funny, but now it’s not funny anymore. You need to quit with your infatuation and leave it be.”
