“So, what should I call you? Tall, Dark, and Hot as Fuck is almost more of a mouth full than that trouser snake you’re packing.”
“I don’t know if I wanna tell you because Papi and Tall, Dark, and Hot as Fuck works damn well.”
“You don’t need an ego boost when you look and fuck like you do. What’s your name?”
“Hayden Marin.”
“Nice to meetcha. I’m Declan, as you heard.”
“Here you boys go.” The bartender set the drinks down in front of us. “And they’re on the house. Courtesy of the bartenders as a thank you for the free show.”
I wasn’t the least bit prudish, but I couldn’t help the heat that suffused my face. I cleared my throat and said, “You’re welcome.”
Hayden smirked in that cocky way that made me want to punch his smug face when he said, “Happy to be of service.”
Hayden picked his drink up, and I tapped my glass against his and took a drink while he tossed his back. It was a good thing he was a mountain of a man because he’d downed four shots of whiskey in one go. He motioned to the bartender, and I sat my drink down.
“A man on a mission?” I asked.
He grunted. “You could say that. I deploy for a six-week training cruise next week.”
“I didn’t peg you as a sailor.”
“You didn’t peg me at all yet.”
I rolled my eyes.
“I’m not in the Navy. I’m a Marine.”
“Yeah, that fits better.”
The bartender brought Hayden’s second drink. I stifled a sigh when he drank this one at a more leisurely pace. Thank God. If he keeled over, it would take half the club to get the big-ass fucker back on his feet.
“Is that what you thought?”
I nodded and finished my drink before answering. “Yes. You have the look and carriage. Although, I would’ve thought you were too tall. What are you like, six-ten?”
“Just under six-nine. I grew another inch or so after I enlisted. But how’d you guess?”
“There aren’t many men who make me feel small.”
He pulled me to him. Taking my mouth, he tongue-fucked my face thoroughly before draining the second drink and dragging me off to the dance floor. He nodded at the kid he’d come with. The boy looked perfectly happy, being the meat in the top sandwich he was grinding between.
“The kid looks to be having a good time.”
“Good. That means he won’t get pissy when I send him off in his own rideshare.”
I laughed but lost my breath and all track of time when he wrapped me in his arms and started moving. For a big man, he could move. Like actually dance and not just sway or grind. I tried my damnedest to keep up, but there was no way. I only had moves in two instances, fucking or fighting. Dancing was not my forte. He didn’t seem to mind. He moved me when I didn’t move the way he wanted.
Never. Not a single time in my life had there been a man who could manhandle me, but this guy did it without blinking or breaking a sweat. And I was here for it, and anywhere else he would do it.
Finally, I gave in and dragged him off the dance floor. Drenched in sweat, my clothes clung to me, and I was dying of thirst. At the bar, I flagged down the bartender from earlier and ordered two waters and a drink each.
“Did I wear you out already, old man?”
My mouth fell open. I spun around, looking up at him, and said, “I’m not fucking old.”
He fucking smirked at me, pinning me against the bar. His arms bracketed me. “You’re older than me.”
