Page 125 of The Bartender Special

He came loud and fast, a moan of pleasure carrying him from excited to red hot release. Jack slowly lifted his head.

Benny heard him swallow after he sucked the tip of his head.

Even though he couldn’t see the bartender’s face clearly, when he spoke, Benny heard the promise that he wasn’t at all bothered.

And that he wasn’t done either.

“I want to hear more of you, Benny De Carlo,” he said, voice low and filled with gravel. “Do you mind if I try and make you yell my name again?”

Benny was already panting.

He didn’t mind.

He said so.

“Did you—Did you bring anything for that?” he barely managed.

When Benny had come to Arbor Bay, he’d never in a million years expected sex to be on the table of potentialities. All of his supplies were at home under his bathroom sink. He doubted his brother had any of what he wanted hidden under his own, ready to grab in a pinch.

Benny heard Jack chuckle.

The sound was still so low it stirred something primal in him.

“After the sunburn incident, I decided I’d rather be safe than sorry. Let me run out to the truck.”

Then Jack was up and gone, leaving Benny bare and hot on the bed. Exposed but not at all unwilling.

It was only after the worry of the rain outside hit him that Jack was back. He set something down on the bed next to him and must have ducked low to get the flashlight. He repositioned it so the new direction against the baseboard opposite gave Benny enough light to see two things.

One, Jack was smiling.

“Good,” he ground out. “I want to see all of you for this next part.”

And, two, Jack’s erection might have been a sight to see while wearing jeans, but the second he stripped off the rest of his clothes, it was a mag-fucking-nificent sight to behold.

It was also a little alarming.

Jack must have caught his concern.

His smile turned into a smirk that Benny believed could make the devil blush.

He nodded to the bottle he’d just placed on the bed next to a condom.

“Don’t worry. This isn’t Dewey’s homemade lube.”

He got back onto the bed, sliding himself up against Benny until he was flush with him.

Jack ran his thumb against Benny’s cheekbone and kept that smirk going as he looked down at him.

“And don’t worry. What I’m about to do to you is going to erase that bitch Derrick right from your memory.”

Benny didn’t get a chance to respond.

To be fair, he wasn’t sure he would have known what to say.

Jack might have been talking, but the monster between his legs seemed more than ready to get started.

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