“Hmm, that’s strange. It must sense you watching him,” Nikolai muttered, eyes following the daddy as he headed toward the showers.
Caden shook his head.
“Don’t let Lucas hear you say that, or he might offer you something to eat.”
Lucas, Caden’s boyfriend, had a tendency to drug those who pissed him off. And if he caught wind of Nikolai pretend flirtingwith his man, there was no telling what the crazy little twink might do.
Ever seen an angry Chihuahua? That’s basically Lucas when he gets pissed off. All teeth and claws, packaged in a tight, little twink body.
“True. Your man’s a psycho.”
“Yeah, but he’s great in bed.”
Nikolai glanced over at his buddy. “The crazy ones always are.”
While he had no doubt that Lucas was probably good in bed, twinks were definitely not his thing.
When he was sharing a lady with another guy, Nikolai liked the dude to be rugged and aggressive. He didn’t need to be a huge muscle stud, but he did like the guy to be more alpha than beta.
Nothing hotter than two studs plowing into a chick together, listening to her moan as she takes it from both ends.
Now that his buddy Blade was off the market, Nikolai needed to find a new guy to bang chicks with.
Who would have thought that asking a dude to be your threesome dick buddy could be so difficult?
2
NIKOLAI
Standing in front of the mirror, Nikolai adjusted his shirt, then straightened out the thighs of his jeans.
He was wearing a black, designer, short-sleeved button-down shirt with only the last three buttons fastened. His solid, smooth chest peeked out from between the folds of his shirt, teasing the world with the impressive body he was still rocking.
To add to his intimidating physique, his arm-sleeve tattoo stretched out from under his shirt, giving him that dangerous, bad-boy look that bikers were famous for.
Nikolai looked at his reflection in the mirror. He’d been taught from a very young age to always look his best. Sex was power, and if you wanted something from someone, it was always easier to obtain when you made them hot between the legs.
And tonight, his boss wanted to seal the deal with this new LA crew he was hoping to do business with.
So Nikolai needed to look hot as fuck, but also badass enough that the LA crew didn’t try to fuck them over. Gangs only respected those they feared.
At six-foot-four, there wasn’t a moment that went by when Nikolai didn’t look intimidating. That was one of the reasons that Marcus had him working security. That, and his bulging muscles. He could toss a regular-sized man halfway across the parking lot—not that he ever tried that or anything.
He contemplated changing his boots.
No, they matched the jeans, which matched the shirt, which made his eyes pop.
Yeah, he looked good. He felt bad for those who had to look at him. It was hard to handle so much Russian hotness.
There was a knock at the door.
Nikolai took one more glance in the mirror before walking over to answer the door.
“Done pumping up those tiny muscles?” Marcus asked as he walked into the room, with Caden and Blade following.
Nikolai flexed his bicep, making his arm look huge in front of the guys.
“They may be tiny by Russian standards, but massive by American,” he said, using a thick Russian accent.
