“My loss then,” he said.
Two days ago, I would have taken him up on his obvious invitation, dragged him up to his room, and pounded him into the mattress. Now all I could think about was the gorgeous man with a shy smile who played the piano like he’d been touched by angels. I should have been weirded out having it so bad for a man I’d just met, but for some reason, it didn’t bother me.
I jerked my thumb in the general direction of the dining room and said, “I’m gonna check on Jeremy. How about we meet here around ten tomorrow morning to discuss what you found and what my next steps should be?”
He gave me a knowing smile. “Sounds good. Tell Jeremy I said not to be such a stranger.”
“Will do,” I replied.
As I got closer to the bar, I could hear the sounds of Jeremy’s playing, but I couldn’t quite make out the piece until I got inside the door. It was Mozart’sEine Kleine Nachtmusik.The doors between the bar and the dining room were open, and to my annoyance, a bunch of people were sitting in the dining room. I strode over to the bar. “Joey, I told you no one was allowed in there.”
Joey glanced into the dining room before answering, “You said they had to stay out unless Mr. Fitzgerald invited them in. When I opened the doors, they all got their chairs and gathered on this side. When Mr. Fitzgerald saw them, he looked a little shocked, and I thought he was going to make a stink about it. Instead, he waved them inside.”
Relief flooded me. “Okay. Sorry I jumped to conclusions.”
“No problem, boss.”
I checked the time. It was just after midnight. “You can start closing up. I’ll take care of the dining room.”
Joey nodded and started pulling in the glasses and bottles left on the bar. I wandered into the dining room and took a seat where I could watch Jeremy play and he could see me if he looked up. God, he was so talented. It was a pleasure to listen to him. He finished the Mozart piece, and sure enough, he looked up and saw me. The smile he gave me was brilliant. He looked beyond me to the people sitting in the dining room and said, “Last one. Thank you for taking the time to listen.” He settled back at the keyboard and began to play Beethoven’sFür Elise.
When he was finished, Jeremy smiled at the small gathering and bowed his head in acknowledgment of their applause. Most of the people left through the doors to the bar, but one woman went up to him and began talking excitedly. Jeremy started out smiling patiently while shaking his head, but the woman became more insistent, and I could tell he was becoming uncomfortable. I got up and went to stand behind him, putting my arms around his waist. “Ready to go?” I murmured in his ear.
I felt his body sag in relief. “Yes.”
The woman stared at the two of us, a frown creasing her brow. “I thought you were engaged to Pierce Ingram, Mr. Fitzgerald.”
Jeremy’s body stiffened. “No. We were never engaged. I haven’t seen Mr. Ingram in over a year.”
“Oh, my mistake,” she said. She didn’t look very sorry, though, and she was giving me the stink-eye. I decided it was time to shoo her away.
I smiled my pleasant hotel owner smile. “Thank you for coming to Moonlight, ma’am. We appreciate your business. But now it’s time to close down the bar and the dining room.”
She straightened and said acerbically, “Mr. Fitzgerald and I were having a conversation. It was very rude of you to interrupt. I’d like to speak to your manager.”
Jeremy snorted, which further offended the woman. I smiled broadly, stepped to Jeremy’s side, and extended my hand. “Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Sean O’Neil. Owner of Moonlight Inn.”
TWENTY
JEREMY
I woke up surrounded by Sean’s warmth. His nose was nuzzled in my hair, his arms held me protectively, and his morning wood dug into my thigh. The delicious ache in my ass reminded me how well he wielded that thick cock of his. I stretched and moved my hips a little. His arms tightened around me while his lips found my neck.
“Good morning,” he said, his voice all sleepy and sexy.
I snuggled in closer to him. “Good morning.”
He shifted so his hard cock was nestled in my crease, and he hummed with pleasure.
“A great way to wake up.”
I rolled my hips, giving him the friction he wanted.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it,” he growled. He ran his hand down my abdomen to my aching cock. I groaned in relief when he wrapped his fingers around my shaft and began pumping me in time with his own thrusts. It didn’t take long for his rhythm to falter. I felt his warm, wet cum spurt onto my lower back, and the thought of being marked by him sent me over the edge.
“Sean, God, yes!” My whole body shuddered through my orgasm. I couldn’t remember ever feeling this good with any other man. I wondered if there could be something more to this. I shook the thought away. No need to make it something it wasn’t.
Sean pulled me in close. “God, you are so sexy. I can’t get enough of you.”
