He let me drag him toward a spot down the street where a couple of cars with Uber signs on them waited illegally in the fire lane, probably for people like us to wander over and snag a ride.
“Come on, I want to know howJudge Daughtlerwas in the cock department. Is he a T. rex or a too little?”
I froze and stopped midstep, frowning at him. “You know him?”
Brandt’s expression fell. “You don’t? He’s Judge fucking Daughtler, Flynn. He’s the son of Roger and Benny Daughtler, those rich lawyers who live on Vert Island. They donate to the school every fucking year. Christ, Roger’s name is on the law school’s library building. Hefundedit.”
The world tilted and it took me a second to regain my balance. I blinked at him. “I.... His name is actually Judge?”
Brandt laughed again, his eyebrows shooting high. “Yeah. He and his twin brother go to our law school. They’re in their second year, I think.”
I held back a snort. “Is his twin’s name Jury? Judge and Jury.” I rolled my eyes and started walking again, but when he didn’t follow me, I stopped to look at him. My eyes widened when he continued to give me a smile. “Their namesareJudge and Jury? Fuck. Poor kids.”
Brandt shrugged and bounced up to me. “Not exactly kids, are they? They’re rich, who the fuck cares? They get whatever they want.”
I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t care who he is because he was just sex. I’ll probably never see him again.” Grabbing Brandt’s arm, I started to lead him down the street faster.
“What if you run into him at school?”
“I won’t.”
Wouldn’t that be an absolute disaster?
2
JUDGE DAUGHTLER
Watchingthe bouncers drag the drunk, struggling asshole out of the bathroom with blood leaking out of both nostrils as a piss stain spread down the crotch of his jeans was validating—and not—because it only took me a few seconds after my rage began to recede to realize that Flynn was long gone.
Nowhere to be seen.
Fucking disappeared.
My vision had nearly faded to black when that asshole had touched him. Where did Flynn go? My heart hammered as I waited for the bouncers to get the cursing drunk out of the doorway. He was putting up a pretty good fight, even though I’d ended up jabbing him, and a third man in a black T-shirt withSecurityon the front in big white letters joined the ones already wrestling him. They stopped messing around—one bouncer got the man’s legs and the other two each took an arm, carrying the sack of shit off. A short, cute guy in a clingy green tank top and tight white jeans gave me a wave that flashed a leather rainbow bracelet before he went off to one of the stalls. Short’n’cute probably thought he’d done a good deed by getting the bouncers—community solidarity—but I was frustrated.
Where the fuck are you, Flynn? Why be my bitch, then run?
“Thanks,” I said to the man, even though I’d already heard a stall lock slot into place, because under different circumstances I might have needed the save. I pushed past a couple of guys entering to get out to the short, gloomy hallway beyond the bathrooms. Flynn wasn’t waiting for me. Maybe he was serious about not giving me his number?
Well, that fucking sucked.
Disappointment wasn’t a feeling I enjoyed. I worked hard in every part of my life to avoid it. My pulse pounded along with the heavy thud of the music’s bassline while adrenaline chased off the high from my fuck. Out on the dance floor I spun in a circle looking for Flynn, but he wasn’t a small man and the shadows wouldn’t do much to conceal him.
I’d never had anyone who fucked quite like him. His arms had been sculpted mounds of muscle, but he’d stuck that muscle-rounded ass out toward me as if he would die without my cock in it—and I had been more than happy to provide. Someone tapped my shoulder and my adrenaline redlined. I sucked a breath in through my teeth and flinched, spinning with my fist raised.
The man I came face-to-face with had dark brown eyes that reminded me of Flynn, short brown hair, and cute scruff. He tugged at the front of his black T-shirt emblazoned with the wordSecurityand scowled.
I quickly dropped my hand. “Sorry!” A loud song came on and rattled my brain, the kind of thing meant to keep people who’d had too much to drink moving to a beat. I shouted, “I’m on edge from that jerk.”
The bouncer nodded. “You gotta go. You were part of a fight.” He pointed at the front of the club.
“But I didn’t start it! I have friends in here.” Fuck, and I wanted to get Flynn’s number more than I had words to describe. There was no way this was the one and only time I fucked that man. He’d responded to simple commands as if he was made to be someone’s good boy. A thousand images flashed through my mind, and in every one of them his muscles strained and stood out as he struggled to do exactly as I ordered—ass higher. On your knees. Spread those thick thighs.Yeah, I was hooked by him already. The hair rose on the back of my arms and I sucked in a deep breath.
The squint of the bouncer’s eyes was more sympathy than suspicion, but he still pointed at the front of the club again. “I get it. Man, do I ever. But you’re still done here tonight. You’re welcome back after twenty-four hours.” The bouncer didn’t look like he was having fun telling me to go, but as much as I wanted to argue with him, I also didn’t want a permanent ban. I nodded.
On my way to the front door I searched for Flynn on a barstool or in the crowd but didn’t see him.
Fuck.
