As Smooth wrapped his long fingers around the dipshit’s hand, I imagined how it would feel having them tightening around my cock instead. I widened my legs a fraction, my jeans growing uncomfortably tight as Smooth weaved the two of them through the crowd in my direction. I knew he wasn’t heading my way, but the fact that I could see his chiseled jaw and the stubble lining it just made my dick throb even harder. Because hell if that wouldn’t feel amazing between my thighs.
As though he’d read my mind, Smooth whipped his head in my direction, his eyes locking on mine like a missile finding its target, and just before he disappeared down the side of the bar, I threw a wink his way and then ran my tongue around the top of my beer before taking another sip.
Fuck it.If he was about to go out the back and get his rocks off with one of the most boring men to walk through the doors of this bar, he might as well do it with the image of me in his head, because let’s face it, we both knew whose tongue he wished he could be tasting here—and it wasn’t the guy he was now aiming a fake-ass smile at.
When Smooth disappeared from sight, I scanned the bar looking to see if there were any other viable options for the night. With NAFTA looming just around the corner, I’d come here tonight with a plan—to get laid. I had ten arduous weeks ahead, which meant ten weeks of celibacy. But with the only person I’d taken an interest in now off fucking someone much less interesting than myself, it seemed my plan had just taken a nosedive.
I turned back to face the bar and gestured for the bartender. I didn’t need the shot of tequila, but since my options had been find someone to fuck orgetfucked, it looked like plan B was in effect: get off-my-face wasted. Nothing like a bangin’ hangover to make a good first impression on my instructors.Not that they’ll be expecting anything less from Mateo Morgan,I thought, rolling my eyes as I swallowed down the shot. I was more than aware of how my reputation preceded me, and the fact that I’d been accepted into the most elite fighter pilot academy in the world? Hey, they knew what they were getting into by shooting me an invite. After all, my last evaluation had read:While Mateo Morgan remains an excellent pilot, we have concerns about his reckless behavior, aggressive maneuvers, and his lack of willingness to be a team player.
“Team player,” I muttered to myself, holding my shot glass out for a refill. Maybe I’d be a fucking team player if everyone else got their heads out of their asses and learned how to fly a goddamn plane.
I downed the shot, not even feeling the burn this time, and then scrubbed my face with my hands. I hadn’t come here to think, not about anything other than my dick, and I refused to sit here wallowing with no prospects. This might’ve been the only gay bar on the outskirts of town, but from the look of it, I’d have a better chance hooking up with some random in an alley. Heading to a bar anywhere near the base wasn’t the smartest move, not with the way our small community talked, and God knew I already had a target on my back.
I motioned for one last shot and then closed out my tab, ready to find somewhere more promising, when Smooth’s plain-vanilla fuckboy walked out of the bar—alone.
Huh. That’s an interesting development…
Shoving my wallet in my back pocket, I headed in the direction the guys had disappeared to. It’d only been, what? Five minutes? Definitely less than ten.
I snorted.Called it.
The short hallway seemed to branch off into different rooms—how had I missed this?—but before I had to guess which one they’d gone into, Smooth stepped out of the one on my right.
A quick once-over told me whatever had happened had indeed been unimpressive. Barely a hair mussed, his stunning face relaxed with no hint of excitement in his cheeks.
“Aww, leaving so soon?”
At the sound of my voice, Smooth raised his head and his eyes found mine, and I wasn’t shocked in the least to see them filled with frustration instead of desire—satisfied or otherwise.
“You know, I’m all for a quick fuck, but that would’ve had to have set records. Lemme guess, he couldn’t get it up?”
When a dangerous gleam entered Smooth’s eyes, my lips twitched. There was nothing I liked more than a little danger to ramp up the adrenaline, and this guy seemed to have a knack for making my pulse go from zero to a hundred in mere seconds.
Oh, he also had a knack for making me shoot my mouth off.
“Ahh, that’s not it? So maybe it wasyouwho couldn’t get it up.” As the wordupleft my tongue, Smooth took several steps forward until I was forced to back up, and when my ass met the solid wall behind me, I couldn’t stop the smile that curved my lips. Seemed I’d struck a nerve.
“You don’t give up, do you?”
I let my eyes rove over the stunning face now only inches from my own, and took in the sinful body I wanted pressed up against me, then brought my eyes back to his. “Not when I see something I want.”
Smooth placed a hand up against the wall by my head, his eyes now so dark they were almost black. The danger from seconds ago was still there, but it was now coupled with the desire that had been missing.
“And you don’t care if that something has made it clear he’s not interested?”
“Not always. Sometimes that makes it even more fun.”
“Fun, huh?”
“Well, I guarantee you wouldn’t be walking out in less than five minutes. Aaand”—I glanced down between our bodies—“it’s pretty obvious you wouldn’t have a problem getting it up.”
“That was never a problem to begin with.”
“No?”
“No.”
“Then what was?” I knew the answer to that question already.You took the wrong fucking guy out back.But whether Smooth here would admit it was left to be seen.
