Eye-balling the whiskey on the top shelf, I nodded, then muttered, “Fuck it,” before grabbing the Jameson from the shelf and pouring a couple of fingers of whiskey in a glass.
“Wow, I knew you were in a mood, but I didn’t realize you were in that kind of mood.”
“Fuck off.”
I strode through the house. Clothes flew as I moved toward the primary bedroom, not caring if Heidi and Linc caught sight of my naked ass or not. The fabric grated on my nerves, and it fucking had to go. It wouldn’t be the first time I stripped in a less-than-private place, and it damn sure wouldn’t be the last. I hated being restrained, and a fucking suit felt like a noose.
Glitter sparkled in the air as I stripped off the dress shirt, tossing it to the side. Fucking glitter. Who the hell wore fucking glitter?
Amber fire rained down my throat to my belly when I drained the last of the whiskey from the glass. As much as I wanted to chuck it at the wall, I refrained, setting it on the nightstand next to the bed. Light filtered through the sheer curtains covering the floor-to-ceiling windows in the bedroom, glinting off the golden flecks stuck to the backs of my hands.
A growl gathered in my throat, and I shoved through the bathroom door.
I needed a fucking shower.
And a good, hard fuck.
3
HAYDEN
“I’m not so sure about this,” Scott, Lucia’s little brother, said as we stepped out of the rideshare we’d split.
Music pulsed from inside the club like blood through a runner’s veins. The closer we got, the louder the beat got. Soon, the vibrations traveled up my legs from the pavement. The energy grabbed my soul, and my heart synced until it was a part of me.
I smacked him on the shoulder and steered him toward the nightclub.
“Don’t worry. It’s going to be a good night.”
At the door, the bouncer waved me and Scott through, and Scott’s eyes grew wide.
I laughed and said, “I’m a regular.”
Inside, the energy from outside redoubled until it hummed. Sex, need, and lust lived in the beats of the music.
I paused at the top of the stairs leading down into the pit, where the dance floor and main bar were. The smell of hot, sweaty men filled the air, making my dick stiffen and slide down my pant leg.
Crew cuts and high and tights filled the room. The Seaman wasthespot to be on the weekends, and every rainbow-colored Devil Dog and sailor in the area crowded through the door. Tonight was no exception.
Men writhed together on the dance floor as close to fucking as they could get without… hmmm… scratch that as I spied two men fucking against a third man who looked on. His eyes, even from a distance, shone with an intensity only matched by the way one hand fisted the hair of the guy in the middle while the other curled around the throat of the other guy.
“Jesus Christ. Are they…”
I chuckled at Scott. His face glowed with embarrassment, even in the darkness that surrounded us. He and I were from the same town near Seattle. Our dads had been best friends since birth. I was closer to Lucia, but Scott wasn’t a bad kid. Just innocent as fuck.
“Yeah, the lucky fuckers.”
“The big guy…”
“An even luckier fucker,” I said, grabbing his arm and pushing him toward the bar in front of me.
“C’mon, I came to get laid, not watch someone else get dicked down.”
I ignored his soft gasp and moved us toward the bar. Then I saw the hottest guy I’d ever laid eyes on. Considering the room I stood in, that was saying something since hot as fuck military guys who spent hours making their bodies look like something out ofMen’s Fitnessfilled the place.
But this guy…
He stood out from the crowd as if he was all alone on a Broadway stage under a spotlight. My eyes wandered over him as I cataloged his attributes.
