Kaden’s head rests against the back of the Jeep with his pants around his ankles. Luke is behind him, slowly pumping his dick into Kaden’s ass. Luke grabs Kaden’s chin, bringing him in for a kiss. The entire scene has me stuck in place; I don’t think I could tear my eyes away from them if I tried.
“Do you like what you see?” Gabe’s whisper sends a heated shudder coiling through my body. “Do you like watching my best friend fuck your best friend?”
I know I shouldn’t be watching them…I shouldn’twantto watch them, but I admit to it with a nod.
“Is it because it’s them, or would you be as interested in strangers too?”
A flashing image of someone watching Gabe and me while we’re fucking in public hitches my breath. An arm wraps aroundme with one hand on my stomach, the other palm over the bulge in my jeans, and his hard cock pressing against my ass—all feeding into the desire scorching my body from the inside out.
“Are you imagining that's us?” He sucks on my earlobe as I lean back into him, both of us watching Luke with his hand around Kaden’s throat while railing him like his life depends on it. The blissed-out look on Kaden’s face is not one I’ve seen before, telling me his love for Luke supersedes any intimate emotions he and I shared during those months together—and I couldn’t be happier for them.
Suddenly, I feel like an intruder and turn in Gabe’s arms, delicately placing a kiss on his lips before I ask him to take me to his bed.
Chapter Twelve
My One Not-So-Guilty Pleasure
Gabe
Watching Luke and Kaden go at it the other night, with my arms around Ender, sparked an idea. I’ve never invited a friend to come with me to the club, nevertheless someone I was hooking up with. Is that what this is with Ender?I feel like it’s more, but he’s so guarded that I’m not sure it is for him.
I decided to take the chance, hoping he will enjoy this, and I’m not backing out. If this brings out that lust-filled expression he had on his face from the other night one more time, I’m willing to introduce him to my one private indulgence.
The next day, I booked our reservation at the club for this evening and told him to clear his calendar. He wasn’t very happy about the secrecy, but he agreed to put his trust in me, and that means a lot coming from him.
When we came home after the bar, we didn’t mess around at all. Ender had too much to drink and had fallen asleep in my bed in the few minutes I spent in the bathroom freshening up—it was nice just lying next to him. I thought I would hate having another body in my bed, especially since Ender sleeps like an octopus with its tentacles around me all night, but I had the best night’s sleep of my life, despite the sweaty mess from the extra body heat on me.
I’m thankful he didn’t talk in his sleep this time—it would’ve made me want to know more than he’s willing to tell me right now. It feels as if I’m invading his privacy when he does it. The night on the couch, he was distraught during a dream, reliving an altercation with what sounded like a man, but the only name he said was Sally. I would’ve never asked him about it, given how even more closed off he was after the incident with Matt.
The doorbell rings, and my stomach does the flippy thing, something totally unfamiliar to me. I never get excited to see anyone who isn’t Luke or my parents. When I open the door, I nearly choke—Ender looks downright pornographic dressed up. He has the sleeves of his black button-down shirt rolled up with the blue phoenix tattoo on his forearm on full display. His black slim-fit slacks leave little to the imagination as they show off his slender physique, and I feel my jaw goes slack. The sad emo boyfrom a month ago stands in front of me now, with that beautiful smile lighting me up inside. He’s so clueless about its effect on me, and I can’t help the quiet satisfaction I feel at knowing that I may be part of the reason.
“Am I dressed okay for wherever we’re going?” Ender’s nervousness starts to show as he smooths out his clothes.
“More than okay. I need you to wait outside, or we may not leave the house.”
He laughs as if I’m joking.
I grab my coat and keys without letting him through the door, dead-ass serious about him not stepping foot in this house until later tonight.
The ride to the club is about thirty minutes and with Ender asking me where we’re going in fifteen different ways to see if I’ll tell him, it goes by quickly.
We walk up to the club entrance, which is a two-story brick building with a discreet black door and no signs anywhere in sight. Ender’s bewildered expression and inquisitive eyes as we skip the line of people waiting to get in, the doorman nodding and opening the door with no questions asked. Chuckling under my breath, I pull him in closer for a brief kiss. “This will be fun, I promise.”
The main room is similar to the average nightclub with multiple bars, a dance floor, and a balcony overlooking it all. The place is already a little crowded, but we head to the semi-private VIP lounge on the second floor.
“Did you take me out to dance at a club…to this kind of music?” He sounds even more confused than before.
“No, Ender. I didn’t take you out to dance.” He frowns at me.
When the server delivers our second round of drinks.
I notice the tapping of his foot and the lack of eye contact mid-conversation.
“You bored yet?”
His eyes meet mine in a panic. “I’m not. This is fun.”
My lips quirk at his attempt to make me feel better. “Ender, we’re not here for this.” I entwine our fingers as we stand and leave our table.
