Keys turned the ignition, and his bike roared as he rode out to search for Simon’s little sister. I needed her to come clean. Without her, I had no idea how the fuck I would keep Simon out of prison.
Chapter Three
Simon
I stood in my kitchen staring at the door Tony had just stormed through. I wanted to tell him the truth, but I had to protect Sadie. He’d known I was lying, and while he was the first person I thought of when Sadie called me, I didn’t trust him.
He demanded the truth from me, but he hid the truth of who he really was every damn day. He ignored me in public, well, in Diamond Creek. At the club, he didn’t care who saw us together.
At the club in Denver, he was a different person entirely. At the club, Tony was open about his sexuality. Open about how much he wanted me. He was possessive, but only in Denver. He hated that I sometimes went there without him. Told me he didn’t want anyone else touching me. But he wouldn’t make me his.
And until he did, my life was mine to live however I wanted. If I wanted to fuck strangers at the club, that was my business. Not that I ever did. I hadn’t wanted anyone else once I’d met Tony.
I’d never forget that first night six years ago...
I walked into the club with a smile on my face. This was my playground. I’d never hidden who I was in Diamond Creek. Not from my family, and not from the town. They all knew who I was, and most of them accepted it.
But here I knew there would be no snide glances, no veiled insults about my desire to be with men. Women were beautiful. I loved women; I just had no desire to have sex with them.
“Hey, Simon!”
“Hi, Brett. Anyone new tonight?”
Brett Douglas was the manager of the club. He took his job seriously and would never out someone’s anonymity, but he’d point out a new face if he thought I might be interested.
“Only a six-foot two-inch god in a suit so expensive it’s not a cliché to say it was made for him.”
“Sounds promising.” I smiled as I searched the main room. There were many faces I recognized, and some I didn’t. But no one stood out as who Brett had described. I moved to the bar and ordered a drink as I watched the crowd.
Maybe the man was in one of the private rooms already. Maybe he would be nothing more than delicious eye candy. The Sanctum wasn’t strictly a gay club. There were men and women of all preferences, and the man Brett described might be straight.
That didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy the view.
Or that I couldn’t persuade him to let me suck his dick.
The bartender handed me my drink with a smile that promised a delectable tip later.
For me.
I smiled back and walked through the room, my eyes taking pleasure in the acts and scenes scattered around. There were couches spread throughout that held couples and groups. Some who had just gotten started with light kissing and heavy petting. While others were in various stages of undress.
One woman was completely naked, spread out on a chaise lounge, with a man eating her pussy while another woman straddled her head. A few steps away, a tiny woman was bent over a velvet footstool while a man who I could only describe as the Hulk, fucked her ass.
I stopped to watch, my drink in one hand and the other rubbing my hard cock inside my pants. I might not want to fuck a woman, but watching one get railed still had my blood pumping. Then again, maybe it was the enormous dick pumping in and out of the tiny ass that made me hard.
Either way, I enjoyed the show and wondered if he’d let me be next. He wouldn’t be the first straight man I let have my ass. I’dfound in the club, many of the straight men didn’t care who the person attached to the hole they were fucking was. As long as they got their dicks wet.
I stood there long enough to see him pull out and come on her back. I opened my mouth to ask for a turn when I felt a hand on my back. Looking over my shoulder, I found brown eyes staring into mine.
He had neatly trimmed brown hair, with a few sparse grays at the temples. His face revealed a shadow of the beard he’d shaved off that morning. And the suit he wore didn’t do justice to the way Brett had described him.
My eyes traveled over the broad shoulders of the open jacket. The white pressed shirt he wore underneath was open at the collar, teasing a smattering of chest hair that I imagined covered him deliciously.
“Hello,” I purred as I leaned in closely.
“You enjoying the show?” His eyes briefly left mine in the direction of the new woman who had taken the place I’d coveted.
“Not enough,” I said, keeping my eyes locked on his.
