“So… back to the cutie you herded in here. Who is he?”
“Babysitting duty.”
“He looks a little old to need a babysitter.”
I followed his gaze to the dance floor and smiled. Two guys I knew to be tops who played together had Scott sandwiched between them. Blissed out was the only way to describe the expression on his face.
I laughed and turned back to the hottie in my arms. “He’s the younger brother of someone in my unit. Scott just transferred to base. His sister got stuck with guard duty and asked me to introduce the kid to the nightlife.”
“Good, let’s drink and dance.”
“I’m all for dancing and drinking, but fucking would be even better.”
He nipped my chin with a laugh. “Don’t worry, big guy. We’ll get there.”
Gripping his throat, I pushed him back so I could look into his eyes. Green halos encircled his blown pupils, and his Adam’s apple dipped as he swallowed. I held him in place as I bent toward him, my mouth hovering over his, our gazes locked.
“I’m vers, but don’t let that confuse you about who’s in charge. I am. Doesn’t matter if I’m fucking, getting fucked, or watching my partner fuck a third. What I say goes. Comprende?”
4
DECLAN
Fuck me.
My cock pulsed in my pants. It seemed we shared more than just an affinity for sinfully sexy men. I, too, was vers, and like him, it didn’t matter who I was with, whether I pitched or caught. I was in control. Always.
There’d been a lot of people over the years. The family laughingly slut-shamed me, but I didn’t give a fuck, because they were right. One of the things I learned was who I was, and another was what, or rather who, to avoid. I didn’t follow the others in my family into the military because I hated, fucking loathed, being told what to do. Did I want to be in charge professionally, not really, but to let someone dictate my personal life? Yeah, no thanks.
So yeah, I fucked a lot, but never anyone as dominant as this guy. I avoided his type. Submission wasn’t something that came naturally to me sexually. I hated being in that role, but something about the sexy ass giant made me want him to throw me down on the ground and fuck me until I begged.
It pissed me off.
I pushed up onto my toes, and at six-four, that was an experience I’d never had. I latched onto his mouth and buried my tongue in it when he opened for me. A growl rumbled through him, vibrating against my chest.
He wrenched his mouth from mine. Our chests heaved, brushing against each other, rubbing the fabric of my shirt across my nipples. Sparks pinged through me, lighting me up from the inside out. His eyes took on a glow, making him look feral like he wanted to eat me alive.
I wasn’t sure if I would protest if he did, and that fed the alpha male in me, but a war raged through me, ravaging every thought and belief I had.
The man was volcanic hot, just like the molten lava fields in Hawaii that I visited once with the family hot. You could feel the heat, the danger, coming off of them from forever away. That was how the man who held me in thrall was from the moment I set eyes on him when he stepped into the club.
“Someone has a hard time listening.”
If I were smart, the dark, menacing rumble of his voice would’ve sent me running for the hills. But I wasn’t smart. I was horny. I wanted to fuck. And the sexy beast in front of me was just what I wanted, even if he wasn’t what I needed. Or what was good for me?
A slow smirk danced its way onto his face, and his one eyebrow arched, making him look like that wrestler Foster’s boys liked so much. Come to think of it, he looked a lot like the wrestler in general.
“Oh, I listened. I just don’t follow directions very well.”
“Keep it up, pretty boy, and I’ll spank your ass for you.”
“Is that supposed to be a deterrent?”
What the fuck?
His face fought off a smile and pulled me behind him into the darkness, away from the bar. When the blackness enveloped us, he pushed me up against the wall, crowding me until his rock-hard dick pressed into my ass.
“I love that you’re tall enough that this is possible.”
