Savage (Park Avenue Kings #1)

18. Lachlan

18

LACHLAN

I WAS IMPRESSED.

Cooper was already playing his part beautifully, and any doubt I’d had over whether he could handle being in this situation vanished.

Almost.

We still had to meet Mick, and I knew just how volatile emotions could get when you came face to face with a man who’d played a part in killing someone you cared about.

But Cooper could do it. He would do it. From the little I knew about the situation, this seemed too important to him to get this far and fuck it up.

“You Clay?” The brusque voice belonged to a massive guy, several inches taller than me and about twice as wide. Not surprising they’d sent a bodyguard type as an escort.

I pushed my empty glass across the bar and turned to face him. “I am.”

“Have anything on you?”

It was all I could do not to react to that. I didn’t need anything but my bare fucking hands.

So I held them up, letting him pat me down without argument as he searched me for wires and weapons. When I was cleared, he turned his attention to Cooper, and I tugged on the chain to draw him forward.

“Eyes on me,” I said, and he looked up and held my stare as the guard checked him over. He showed no fear, just determination, and when the guard finished his pat-down, I winked at Cooper. When he wasn’t asking a million questions, he could follow an order.

We followed the guard to the VIP section, and as we drew close, the eyes of every one of the men and women occupying the couches turned in our direction. One of them included the man whose arm had to still be stinging after our confrontation, because he was shooting daggers my way.

In the center, a thin man sat cutting rows of white powder on the glass. I took a snapshot of him in my mind, committing his face to memory. Black hair slicked back and long enough that it curled up at the collar. A hooked nose that could’ve been genetic but also could’ve been the result of too many drugs and punches to the face. Dark grey suit that screamed money—drug money.

He only gave us a cursory glance before going back to what he was doing. “Who the hell are you?”

“You Mick?” I said.

Getting a question to his question had him scoffing. “Yeah. And who the fuck are you?”

“Clay Alexander. We’ve got a mutual acquaintance?—”

“Yeah, yeah, Vince. I heard. Doesn’t tell me what the fuck you want.”

“I want some of that Rapture of yours.”

He looked back up at me, this time with narrowed eyes. “Do you now?”

“Yeah. I do.”

Curiosity flashed across his face, and just like that, I had him.

“Have a seat, Clay.” He gestured toward the end of one of the couches, and the women sitting there hopped up immediately.

I took a seat and gave a slight tug on the chain tying Cooper to me. “On your knees,” I instructed him.

He complied, kneeling at my feet, keeping his gaze averted. I gripped him by the back of the neck and gave him a squeeze that appeared controlling but was meant to reassure him.

Or maybe I just wanted to touch him.

Mick watched us and snapped his fingers, signaling one of the women whose spot I’d taken. The dress she wore barely covered her, and it rode up even farther as she perched on his lap. He ran a hand up her thigh possessively, like he needed a plaything to counteract mine.

Two minutes in and I had him clocked.Egotistical narcissist on a power trip—that was Mick. But really he was nothing more than a pathetic piece of shit who wouldn’t be at the top of his trash heap long.

“What’d you say your name was?”

“Clay Alexander.” He wasn’t asking because he’d forgotten—he was too switched on for that. He was asking to see if I was lying. That was the way someone like him lived, always wondering if the person sitting opposite him was trying to take him down.

And I was, just not through legal means.

“That’s right, and who sent you again?”

“Vince. We done with the double checking? Or you want to run a fucking DNA test? I’m here to buy product. If you aren’t selling, then I’m done wasting my time.”

As I moved to stand, Mick held up a hand. “No need to be so hasty. I thought you were here to show your plaything a good time.”

My eyes cut to the fucker I’d told that story to and found his attention locked on Cooper where he remained kneeling at my feet.

“I don’t need to be here to do that. So if we’re done?—”

“Sit down.”

My jaw clenched at Mick’s order, and several of his minions braced themselves, hands moving to their hips. They were itching for a fight, but with Cooper in the mix, they weren’t going to get it from me. I was not putting him in the middle of another gunfight. Especially not when I was unarmed.

“I don’t take orders. Not from you, not from any-fucking-body.”

“Then why don’t you look at it as an invitation?” Mick leaned back on the couch and spread his arm along the back. “Sit down, relax, and we’ll chat.”

I took another scan of the roped-off section we were in, making a mental note of all in our vicinity in case someone tried to get the jump on me, then retook my seat.

“Fine, let’s chat.” I ran a hand over the back of Cooper’s hair and rested it on his shoulder.

“You said you want some of that Rapture. What are we talking here? You want to sell or you want to score?”

“Why not both?”

Mick scoffed and looked to one of the guys fondling the gun at his hip. “You hear this guy? Why not both. Like he’s the one making the rules.”

I shrugged. “You asked. I heard it’s the new party drug on the scene. I want in.”

“I don’t need another seller.”

“Yes you do.” It was a bold move I was about to make, but I had some inside information that I knew Mick would salivate over. “You’ve heard of Lucien Vale, I assume?”

The question was irrelevant, of course, because everyone in the adult entertainment industry knew of Lucien. As the public owner of The Veil—New York’s most exclusive sex club—he had a reputation that reached all corners of the city, from the elite to the underbelly.

“What’s he got to do with this?”

“What if I told you I could get your product into his club?” If that wasn’t the biggest fucking dangling carrot, I didn’t know what was.

“I’d say you’re full of shit.”

“But you’d also be wondering…what if he isn’t?”

Mick sat up and shoved the woman off his lap, and as she squealed and stumbled onto the couch beside him, I did my best to pretend not to notice.

“How do you know Lucien?”

“Does it matter?”

“It does if you want to convince me you can get shit past his doors.”

We’d prepared for this moment, Lucien and I, trying to come up with a believable story of how I knew him if Mick asked. With my role tonight as a dom, there’d been a pretty logical solution, as long as I could get it out of my mouth without gagging on it.

“He trained me.” God, if Lucien could hear me now, he’d be rolling around on the floor . “Taught me this way of life and how to be a dom.”

“And you’re going to just betray him?”

“How is it betraying him? You don’t think he’s moving stuff through his club? Come on.” I shook my head. “But he keeps that shit in house. He’s not going to bring me in. I need some extra cash, fast.”

Mick rubbed his chin, the wheels turning behind those cunning eyes.

“Think of it,” I said, knowing he was right there. All he needed was a little more incentive. “Your product, in the hands of the Upper East Side, the rich, the famous…? I bet I can double—hell, triple your monthly income. Just give me a chance.”

Mick looked to the guy who’d stopped me and Cooper on our way in and gave a clipped nod. He disappeared behind one of the thick curtains, and seconds later reappeared with a silver tray. He placed it on the table between the couches at Cooper’s eye level, and when the lines of fresh powder came into view, Cooper’s entire body stiffened.

I squeezed his shoulder, doing my best to relay that everything was going to be okay. But that was little comfort, I was sure.

“This isn’t Rapture.” I knew that because the drugs I’d seen going around were pills in a packet. Not powder.

“No, it isn’t. We’re waiting on a new shipment of that. This is some of the finest coke money can buy. I told you we were going to sit, relax, and chat.” Mick picked up the rolled hundred-dollar bill he’d tossed on the table earlier, then leaned over the tray and snorted one of the lines. As he sucked it back, he tossed the bill toward me and gestured to the tray. “This is the relax portion of our little meeting. Try the goods, Clay.”

“I think I’ll just?—”

“Try a full line or the deal is off.” Mick fell back on his seat. “You don’t insult your host by turning down his product. In fact, why not start with your plaything? Let him join the party.”

Cooper tensed under my hand, and I remembered the vehement way he’d denied ever taking, or wanting to take, drugs. It was a firm no, and I wouldn’t let this fucker force him.

I racked my brain to think of a way out of this for him without completely ruining the deal, but the only thing I could come up with made me wonder if I’d lost my damn mind. Then again, if Cooper didn’t want to go through with it, he had a safe word.

“Thanks for the offer,” I said, and leaned back into the couch, spreading my legs wide. “But he’s going to be busy blowing something else while I enjoy your product.”

Cooper’s head whipped in my direction, and it was the first time he’d broken character. Not that I could blame him. I’d just announced he was going to give me a blow job in front of everyone, and we hadn’t exactly discussed that prior to right now.

“I see.” Mick chuckled, as Cooper’s wide eyes found mine. “You’re a man who likes to indulge.”

I took Cooper’s chin in hand and brushed my thumb over his lips.“I am, and fucking this sweet mouth while high will be one hell of an indulgence. Euphoric , even…”

At the sound of his safe word, Cooper blinked, the message clear that if he wanted this to end, all he had to do was say it. But no words came out. All he did was lick his lips, and my dick saw that as game time.

He was in. He was going to do it.

“Undo my pants,” I said, needing to get his eyes off mine and focused elsewhere, otherwise I was going to come before I secured this deal.

Cooper shifted between my spread thighs, then reached for my belt and unbuckled it.

“Here.” Mick slid the tray across the table before falling back into his seat, his eyes a little glassier now.

I looked down at where Cooper was lowering my zipper and put my hand over his, rubbing it up and down my hard-on. Cooper raised his head, looking for my next direction, and while I thought I’d see disgust or even anger, I noted a flush to his cheeks.

“Get me the tray,” I said, and watched as he turned to pick it up and hold it in front of me. I picked up the rolled bill, leaned over it, and snorted the line of powder up in one go.

Fucking hell that shit was potent, and the second it hit, my eyes began to water.

Cooper swallowed as I tossed the bill down, and as he placed the tray back on the table, I reached inside my pants and pulled my cock free. “Suck it.”

Jesus .

I couldn’t believe this was how the night would end, but as Cooper wrapped his hand around my stiff shaft and lowered his head, my hips involuntarily jacked up off the couch.

“Good shit, isn’t it?” The woman Mick had tossed off his lap earlier now had her hand down his pants and her mouth at his neck.

Seemed he liked my idea of indulging.

“Definitely,” I managed as Cooper flicked his tongue over the head of my cock. Was he tasting me? No, he was just acting his part.

“Rapture is even better. Would make you fuck that little plaything of yours till he couldn’t walk anymore.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. There’s a shipment coming in next week. I’ll call you when it gets here.”

I reached down and gripped Cooper’s chin. “Would you like that, Blondie? We could try it together.”

My sight blurred a little as I blinked, trying to bring Cooper’s face into focus. But it was no use—my brain was firing off all kinds of signals that had nothing to do with common sense and everything to do with getting my dick in his mouth.

“We’ll take it,” I told Mick before I lost all train of thought, then I reached for the back of Cooper’s neck and pulled him down over my lap, where he swallowed my cock in one move.

Fuck. Me.

It was like heaven and hell all rolled into one, the feel of his lips around me an exquisite kind of torture that was being contaminated by the drugs running rampant in my system.

But there was nothing I could do about it now, so I closed my eyes and reveled in the feelings flooding my body. All I could hope for was that by the end of this, we both ended up getting what we came for.