“I was hoping I’d run into youagain.”
“Oh yeah?” Dylan regretted downing his beer and settled for picking at the label. “Why’sthat?”
Rhys shrugged. “Why do you think? I haven’t been fucked that good inyears.”
Angelo snorted and turned away, signalling to the barman for another drink. Dylan glared at his back. How could someone so beautiful be so damnmaddening?
Rhys cleared his throat. “So, are you two up for some companytonight?”
Dylan shot Rhys a surprised glance. Despite the three-way fuck that had gone down the last time they’d met, when he looked at Rhys, all he could see was the concern in his face when he’d caught up with Dylan at the taxi rank. “It’s none of my business, mate, but your boyfriend doesn’t look well. You might want to head back and give him ahand.”
Dylan had dashed back to the club too fast to correct Rhys’sassumption.
“I’m going to take that as a no then,” Rhys said when Dylan failed to respond, and Angelo seemed intent on ignoring the both of them. “Have a good night,guys.”
He was gone before Dylan found his tongue, disappearing into the shadows of the club to find someone else to play with and leaving Dylan to contemplate Angelo’s back. He moved closer to the bar and nudged him in the ribs. “That wasrude.”
Angelo flicked him a dry stare. “Whatwas?”
“You didn’t have to blankhim.”
“Who?”
“Rhys. The bloke who sucked your cock last week.” Dylan reached around Angelo and helped himself to one of the beers Angelo had bought. “He’s also the reason that I came back to the club to findyou.”
“I don’t want to talk aboutthat.”
Dylan rolled his eyes. “Jesus. When did you flip your twat modeon?”
Angelo’s gaze darkened, but the twitch of his lips gave him away, and he let loose a rueful grin. “Sorry. I guess I’m used to playing the solitary Dom when I come here. I don’t do smalltalk.”
“Just fuck and run,eh?”
“Don’t knockit.”
“I’m not. But you didn’t have to ghost Rhys. He seems like a nicebloke.”
“You want to fuck himagain?”
“I?—?”
Angelo cut Dylan off with a kiss that was nothing like the sweet-lipped make-out sessions they’d shared in the real world. Crazy-hot, biting, and demanding, it wiped Dylan’s mind clean of any coherent thought, turning his legs to jelly before Angelo broke away with a sinful smirk. “Because you can if you want... but I’d kind of counted on not sharing youtonight.”
“Ohyeah?”
“Yeah.” Angelo pulled Dylan close and wrapped his arms around his waist. His graceful body moved in time with the moody dubstep beats that had ramped up while they’d been at the bar. “I felt like shit that this was the only way I could take you out, but now that we’re here, I can’t help picturing all the ways I can make youcome.”
Dylan shivered and leaned against Angelo, their lean ripples and curves moulding together like they were always meant to. Angelo was sex on legs at the best of times, but as he led Dylan in a slow dance that entwined their bodies until there wasn’t a scrap of air between them, Dylan was dizzy with want. His legs buckled, but Angelo kept him from dropping to hisknees.
“Not here. Let’s go to thechambers.”
Another shudder passed through Dylan. The chambers were where the BDSM happened. Much of it was too heavy for Dylan’s taste, but he trusted Angelo and followed him across the club like a moth chasing aflame.
They ditched their clothes in a locker and then made their way to the chambers. The darkened dungeon-style rooms were busy, the air thick with ecstatic cries and the slap of leather on flesh. Dylan’s pulse quickened, and he dug his nails into Angelo’spalms.
Perhaps sensing his nerves, Angelo pulled Dylan in front of him and pointed to a vacant play bench. “Just you, me, and a rope. Whaddyasay?”
Dylan stumbled slightly and licked his lips. His gaze fell on a length of silk that was draped over the black bench. “Can we usethat?”
