“Hey.” Zac appeared in front of Liam. “We don’t have to do this, you know. I can give you your cash back and call you a cab.”
“You’d do that?”
Zac shrugged. “I’m a hooker, not an arsehole. I don’t want you to do something you’re not comfortable with.”
“It’s not that.”
“Yeah? Then what? Scared your wife might find out?”
“My what?”
Zac pointed at the ring Liam still wore on his left hand. “Married, ain’t ya?”
“Yes, but there’s no wife. Never was.”
“You married a bloke?”
Liam rubbed the ring with the pad of his thumb, like he could magic up some perspective and get the hell out of here. “Why are you so surprised?”
“I’m not surprised. You’ve just got that guilty air that made me wonder if you were hiding from her indoors.”
“I’m gay.”
“Okay.” Zac held out his hands in surrender. “You don’t have to explain yourself. Man, woman, gay, straight, whatever. Makes no difference to me.”
Liam frowned. “You do this with women too?”
“Not a crime, is it?”
“No, I—”
“What?”
It was Liam’s turn to surrender. “Sorry, mate. I just assumed you were gay.”
Zac’s glare was brief, before it faded to an easy grin that softened the hard edges of his young face. “I’m not anything, but it’s okay. I assumed you were stuck in the closet, so I guess we’re even?”
“I guess so.”
“Good.” Zac closed his hands around Liam’s wrists. “Now, are you in this, or not?”
“I’m in.”
It was all the reassurance Zac seemed to need. He pushed Liam onto the bed and straddled him, tugging at his T-shirt. “Let’s get this off.”
Liam raised his arms and let Zac pull his T-shirt over his head, then quickly returned the favour, taking in Zac’s lean, smooth torso as Zac lowered his face to Liam’s chest and brushed an open-mouthed kiss to his nipple. Dear God. Liam’s head spun. Was there anything hotter? If there was, he hadn’t seen it in a long time.
Zac chuckled darkly, like he knew the effect he was having. “My no-kissing rule only applies to our lips. Feel free to put your mouth anywhere else.”
“I’ll bear that in mind.” Liam lay back as Zac kissed a path down his chest and abdomen. The whiskey was beginning to kick in, but instead of the dizzying haze of too much booze, he found himself lost in Zac’s diligent attention—his chapped lips and silky tongue, the dig of his teeth as he bit down on Liam’s hip. Damn, he’d forgotten how good it felt to be touched.
Zac’s teeth dug in harder, scraping bone. Liam jerked, his pelvis lifting from the bed, and his dick, still safely encased in his jeans, brushed Zac’s face. Zac smirked, and Liam wondered why. Are blowjobs extra? He’d never thought to ask.
Like he’d read Liam’s mind, Zac crawled up the bed and pressed his body against Liam’s, chest to chest, groin to groin. “If you want head it’s another fifty. Seventy-five if you want to blow me.”
“It’s more for you to get head?”
“Gotta get my perks somewhere.”
