A spark of desire shot right through Darren, touching every peak of his spine. He’d mostly calmed down, but hewasn’tcalm. Forcefully under control was more like it, barely enough so he wouldn’t jump at every noise or movement. It took a conscious effort to exert it, and judging by the tautness in Aiden’s facial muscles and the rigidness of his posture, the same was true for him as well.
“We could, but”—Darren peeked at the time on his phone—“George should be here in the next fifteen minutes. I’d rather not risk missing him.”
Aiden nodded. “I could go check on my own? Just in case.”
“No. We stick together.”
Aiden’s eyebrows narrowed slightly, but not in disagreement. It was something else—surprise at the snappy tone, perhaps—but before Darren could figure it out, a bulky man took the seat on Aiden’s other side.
“Hey, sexy,” he said in a gravelly baritone, flashing white teeth in a smirk and giving Aiden a suggestive once-over. “Looking for some fun?”
Darren bristled, itching to pull Aiden away. Aiden scowled at the man, but caught himself before it fully manifested, opting for an awkward, part-neutral expression.
“Hi…George?”
Amusement fueled the man’s smirk. “I could be George if that’s who you want me to be, kitten.”
“He’s with me,” Darren half-growled, half-warned, not quite able to control his tone.
“Oh? Is that so,tiger?” The man licked his lips, giving Darren the same hungry look he’d aimed at Aiden. “Well, the more, the merrier.”
“I don’t share,” Darren said, punctuating every word.
“Oh, I’m sure you can be convinced otherwise,” the man said, giggling and stroking his crotch.
Darren hated that type. Fun and sex were fine in all their forms, but when someone said no, then that had to be respected. Since this guy didn’t seem to be drunk, he either hadn’t gotten the hint or simply didn’t care, and that rubbed Darren the wrong way.
The asshole smirked and reached for Aiden. Darren saw red, every muscle in him tensing up and flexing as adrenaline flooded his system anew.
“Get the fu—”
Aiden grabbed Darren by the forearm and pulled him in, smashing their mouths together. His tongue found the seam of Darren’s lips and Darren moaned the most obscene moan he’d ever moaned, opening for Aiden and letting him in. His nerve endings lit up the moment Aiden’s tongue found his, and then they shorted as the kiss deepened. It was dirty, it was demanding, it was aggressive, and it waspossessive.It was a stake being claimed and it fried Darren’s brain, rendering him unable to think. This was probably not the place for thisfundamental moment, but he didn’t care, couldn’t care, not when Aiden’s kiss spoke of want even deeper than before.
Was it because of the last few days? Because of the vault and Rick’s betrayal? Everything that could have gone wrong had, and yet they’d had to keep it together. They couldn’t catch a break, they didn’t have the luxury for it. They were all wound tight, on the verge of going crazy.
Darren lost himself to the kiss and forgot his worries. He needed this as much as Aiden seemed to need it, both of them giving into the tension they’d had to keep at bay. The desire they shared touched every inch of his skin even through their clothes and hijacked every sense and thought and cell that he had. He couldn’t resist, wanting nothing more but to plunge himself head-first into it.
To claim it back, to own it and to safekeep it because now that he’d tasted it, he simply couldn’t ever go on living without it.
Aiden broke the kiss, nipping Darren’s lip piercing as he shoved his hand between them and palmed Darren’s rigid cock. “Want you or I’m gonna go crazy,” he whispered, practically buzzing as his gorgeous hazel eyes glared at the bulky guy walking away.
Darren was stunned. Wordless. He was turned on and burning and if he didn’t get his dick inside Aiden he was going to implode.
“Here?” he asked, his voice scratchy and breathless.
Aiden’s eyes darkened with more lust. He scanned the surroundings and hoisted himself onto the stool, his heated gaze back on Darren. “Left pocket of my jacket,” he said, rushing the words out. He pulled his zipper down and the black thong peeked from under his pants, sending another surge of arousal through Darren. “Don’t make it too obvious.”
“Fuuuck, Aiden,” Darren growled, doing as told. He fished out the small vial of lube, and almost lost it as he realized Aidenhad prepared it in case they had the urge to fuck while not on the Maine.
In arousal-fueled haze, Darren made quick work of the lube’s cap as Aiden lost his pants. He slid his own down just enough so his dick was out, and settled between Aiden’s legs. Slicking his fingers and shaft, he started kissing a trail along Aiden’s jawline.
“Scoot forward,” he said, his heart pounding in his ears as he snatched a towel a bartender had left nearby.
Aiden complied, wrapping his legs around Darren’s waist. Mind blanking from everything else but the feel of Aiden’s body and hectic breaths, Darren captured his lips in a dirty kiss and pushed two fingers inside him. Aiden let out a sexy groan, deepening the kiss and taking control of it. Before long, he was shaking his hips and pushing against Darren, so Darren grabbed him by the ass and lifted him off the stool slightly.
“Hard and fast,” Aiden urged, squeezing Darren with his legs.
Darren did lose it there. He pushed inside Aiden in one fluid motion, burying himself as deep as he could. Both of them moaned into the kiss and Aiden’s heat engulfed him, tight and unbearable and enough to make his eyes roll back. He canted his hips, ripping another noise out of Aiden, and then did it again and again, keeping his thrusts quick but deep. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the leering faces of some patrons nearby, but he didn’t care and Aiden didn’t seem to either, the two of them too preoccupied chasing after their orgasms.
