The music thudded and there was an uproar of amused screams and clapping from the bar that had me growling. There were too many fucking people in here tonight. Flynn was the first guy older than me I’d ever been with, and he’d been so confident with everything else we’d done that I hadn’t expected him to be skittish.
To run.
Something about the shyness that might have driven his disappearance had me smiling, even though I was frustrated—the nameFlynnwasn’t a hell of a lot to go on, as far as tracking someone down went. I thought about detouring to find my brother, Jury, and our friends, Iton and Hill. All three of them were tall—we’d been on the basketball team together when we were still attending undergrad at New Gothenburg State—but, somehow, they managed to blend in. The bouncer was only a step behind me when I glanced over my shoulder, so I gave up and went out the front door, sucking the cool night air deep into my lungs to clear my head. All the bars along the street were lit up and people milled around on the sidewalk. Bursts of loud conversation rang out from a group of people still waiting to get into Black Out.
My mind wouldn’t stop replaying the perfect sounds Flynn made while I fucked him. I paced in a circle but didn’t get my phone out to text everyone because I needed a minute with what had just happened.
Rubbing my hands over my face, I stared at the sidewalk, trying to get the sex high to settle down and let me think. People laughing behind me were let into the club, and somewhere down the street motorcycles roared and there was the sound of a backfire—I hoped. Occasionally downtown got rough.
Fuck, is he okay?
Flynn had given me that ass as if he was deprived. Hungry. He’d been a needy bitch who had to have my cock to feel better—and far be it from me to be selfish. I could and would stand and deliver for a man like that. I shivered at the idea of having him alone somewhere I could take my time with him.
Who the fuck would dip his dick in another man if he had one like that at home? It was insane.
“Hey, what happened to you?” Jury’s soft voice hit my brain like a sizzle of lightning, and I jerked around to stare at my brother. He had a concerned squint around his green eyes, and I was pretty sure I was the only person in the world who’d ever seen him that way. Weakness wasn’t his thing. He was a dick half the time, the same as me, but he cared about the people close to him, and I wasn’t completely shocked when he came over and hooked his arm around my shoulders.
“I was with this amazing—”
“Daddy. Yeah, I saw. What were you up to there?” he asked with a laugh. “He had a lot of muscles, but wasn’t he too old—”
I turned and shoved him to shut his stupid fucking mouth.
He cackled and danced out of reach when I tried to punch his shoulder. “What? I didn’t call him ugly or anything. Damn. Shit, I won’t say that again. I wasn’t trying to drag either of you. You liked him?” He gave me the smile that stood in for his apologies, and some of my anger cooled off.
“Understatement. He was the CEO of bending over. He could sell tickets, it was that good,” I said with a grin. Jury chuckled as I shoved him again for good measure. “He ran off, though.”
“I saw you take him to the bathroom.” He rolled his eyes. “Dad’s going to lay a nest of eggs if you get arrested for that shit. Papa will be even worse. Also, newsflash,amazingguys don’t fuck next to dirty toilets.” He shuddered, and I snorted at his squeamishness.
Stuffing my hands into my pockets, I rocked on my heels and couldn’t stop the happiness that fluttered in my chest. “This one did.” Moths danced around the streetlights above us, casting odd shadows on the buildings, and I stared while I relived sinking into Flynn’s heat.
Jury pretended to barf, and I sighed. “You’re such a vanilla bean, you idiot.”
“Fuck you, it’s gross.” He snickered and it scrunched his nose in a way that kept me from smacking him around. He just wanted to have fun but never knew when to quit. The lightweight swayed, too, which let me know maybe he and the guys had pounded some shots while I was having a good time pounding my body against Flynn’s.
Laughing, I shook my head. “The shitty part is some drunk asshole got in our faces, and I had to tell him to put a lid on it—”
“Doubtful. You like to be a cowboy.”
“Fuck you, I did. You weren’t there.” I pointed at him, and he slapped a hand over his mouth to hold in another burst of laughter, but his eyes crinkled. I loved my dumbass brother. “And in the midst of that clusterfuck, he vanished.”
“Is the fight why you got booted?” Jury scowled at the front of the club as if he was going to go over there and defend me to the bouncers working the doors, but I grabbed his elbow to stop him.
“It’s fine.”
He flipped me off.
Of course, I returned the favor. “That wasn’t the relevant part of the conversation. Besides, I got booted for punching the fucking drunk. I only did it once to get him out of my face, but they said not to come back tonight.” I stuck out my tongue at Jury, feeling all of about ten, but it needed to be done.
He gasped like he’d found a body on the street. “Big fuckin’ yikes, you know better. Assault and battery, disorderly conduct—”
“Congrats. You have Tort Law this semester.” I rolled my eyes. “No one called the cops. I didn’t murder him in the bathroom. I gave him a bloody nose.”
“I actually had Tort Law last semester.” Jury bobbed his head. “And that amazing guy you banged?” He paused for dramatic effect, which the asshole knew I hated. I crossed my arms over my chest. My only choice was to wait, there was no rushing his bullshit. “He was teaching it, so thanks for that.” Jury sighed but smirked at me. “Should make class entertaining whenever you get around to taking it. You messed your schedule up already because you wouldn’t listen to me and wanted to take that contracts class. You’re going to be the only guy I know doing law school for four fucking years.”
My heart picked up pace and a new thrill zipped through me as the implications of what my brother’s slightly slurred words were implying smashed around in my brain and gave me a dazzling idea. “Excuse the hell out of me? What’s his name? He only told me Flynn.”
“Mr. Goddard. He must have his JD, but he calls himself an instructor and not a doctor. He’s really down-to-earth.”
