He hated the idea of Atticus with Carson.
At the same time, helikedthe idea of Atticus with Carson.
It was fucked up. Almost like he’d drank whatever fucked up Kool-Aid that Carson was drinking.
Heading for the exit, Slade steered around an old man walking down the hall, clutching the pole with a clear plastic bag dangling from the top. Slade stepped outside into the oppressive August heat. Before he reached the sidewalk, sweat was beading on his forehead. Another scorcher of a day was well underway.
There were only a few people outside, coming and going from the parking lot that was only half full. He headed to the right, following the sidewalk around the building. As he walked, his thoughts drifted to that first time Carson convinced him to hook up with a stranger.
“Do you live around here?” Phillip asked.
“Yeah.” Slade downed half his beer and held Carson’s gaze across the crowded room. “Why? You up for lettin’ me ride you right now?”
Phillip’s soft gasp made Slade’s cock twitch.
“I’m not opposed to it.”
Still holding Carson’s stare, Slade said, “You know we’ll have an audience.”
Phillip leaned in. “Your friend?”
“Yeah. He likes to watch.” Slade turned to look at Phillip. “That’s the only way this works.”
“I’m game if you are.”
Slade hadn’t expected him to say that.
“Your place or mine?” Phillip asked.
Slade cut his gaze to the cute blond beside him. As he looked at him, he was consumed by emotion. Anger and lust warred inside him. The thought of fucking this guy while Carson watched shouldn’t turn him on, but there his dick was proof that he was warming to the idea. It wouldn’t be a hardship, that was for sure. Not with Phillip looking at him as though he was about to get everything his little gay heart desired.
“Mine,” Slade decided as he pulled out his wallet.
He slapped a few bills on the counter and waited until he got Mack’s attention. When he did, he stood and nodded toward the doors. Phillip followed like an eager little puppy.
Slade met Carson’s gaze across the bar, nodding his head, letting him know Phillip was on board with Carson’s scheme. The smile he received in return made his cock thicken.
This wasn’t the first time Slade had picked a man up at a bar. It wasn’t even the first time he’d picked one up while he had a willing partner waiting in the shadows. Jennifer had been fond of this game, too. Coercing Slade into picking up a willing man, taking him back to his bed and fucking him. Only with Jennifer, it was more difficult because she liked to join, and for that to happen, their third had to be bisexual. That was an obstacle he no longer had to worry about with Carson.
“I’ll ride with you,” Slade told him.
Phillip was far too eager, nodding as he led the way to his little Toyota in the parking lot. Did this guy not understand safety was a real concern when going home with someone? Jesus.
“Can I touch you?” Phillip asked once he was behind the wheel, steering the car out of the parking lot.
“Why don’t you focus on drivin’ for now,” Slade suggested. “I live about five minutes from here.”
“Sure. Okay.”
That five-minute drive felt like an eternity, but then Slade was directing Phillip to park in front of Carson’s house. If they were doing this, they damn sure weren’t doing it in Slade’s bed. It was Carson’s game, after all.
“Is your friend coming?” Phillip asked as they were getting out of the car.
Slade nodded toward the truck pulling into the driveway.
Phillip’s grin widened.
They waited for Carson to unlock the front door, then followed him inside.
