Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
MITCH
Ilean against the makeshift wall as I try to get my bearings after the best blowjob I have ever had. Whoever was in seven, that guy choked me down like a champ with little to no gagging noises. Fuck, I’d love to see if he swallowed my load as easily as he did my cock.
He even went as far as squeezing two wet fingers along the underside of my dick and then through the hole to touch my balls, tugging them to a point of blissful pain—and that was all it took. Sparks of lights had flashed across my vision as I exploded down his throat.
But now, now I need to know who is behind this wall. I walk around the corner, but all I see is an empty stool.
With a grunt of disappointment, I stride out toward the bar area to talk to Charles. He owns the bar and he’s the one who sent me to seven, so it figures he will know the guy.
As I round the corner, my eyes laser in on Markus.
He’s dancing with his boytoy—Jordi, I think, from the other bar.
I glance at the rest of my friends, who are chatting up two of Jordi’s friends.
Weren’t there four of them? I don’t see the fourth one.
Jamie. Just thinking his name is stirring my prick back up.
Thank Christ Jamie isn’t here. My chest tightens at the idea of seeing that beautiful man again.
Get your head out of your ass. You don’t do young, immature guys any more, remember?
I continue on to Charles and slide my ass onto the barstool in front of him. “Who was it?”
“Who was who?” he counters as he mixes a couple of Long Islands.
“The guy behind seven,” I grate out. “The guy who sucked me off.”
He shrugs. “Man, all I know is I was told to tell you the number—that’s it. I have no clue who was behind hole seven,” Charles says earnestly.
I hate fucking games, and I’m in no mood to play tonight. But Charles knows that. He knows me. So I believe him when he says he doesn’t have a clue.
With both hands, I rub my face in frustration. All the tension the blow job pulled out of me is back plus some. Now I’m even more aggravated than I was before I got blown.
“Who told you to tell me to go for seven?”
Charles smirks. “Markus of course.”
I slowly shake my head. “Why am I not surprised.” I get off the stool and push my way through the crowd toward my friend. Markus’s eyes go wide as we lock onto each other. “Dude, you and me need to have a chat.”
He kisses Jordi on the mouth and pats his ass. “Babe, give us a moment.”
“Okay,” Jordi says, but he looks at me like he knows the punchline to the joke this night has become.
Right as I’m about to lay into my friend, the front door of the bar swings open, and guess who walks in? Jamie.
He appears flustered, like he ran a marathon.
His clothes are disheveled and there’s a sheen of sweat across his face.
Jamie barely glances at me before he speeds toward his friends, who are now all clustered by themselves at the end of the bar.
And from the way Jamie is laying into Jordi, he isn’t happy.
Join the fucking club.
Even though I came over here to get the skinny from Markus about the guy in seven, I’m not able to take my eyes off of Jamie. His hands are flying all over the place and his plump, red lips haven’t stopped moving. It’s actually a turn on watching Jamie be openly irate with his friends.
Then one of his friends reaches out toward Jamie’s mouth. Jamie swats his hand away then uses the back of that hand to wipe a corner of his mouth.
His action is like a gut-punch, because I immediately realize what he’s probably wiping from his mouth. No fucking way. He can’t be.
There’s no way he was the guy behind number seven.
I spin around and face Markus, who is watching me with a gotcha smile. When he sees the seriousness on my face, though, his smile disintegrates. Markus steps back and nods. Without another word, I follow him out of the bar where we have more privacy.
“Talk fast,” I growl.
“A few weeks ago, Jordi was yammering on about his best friend’s birthday, and how he wanted to get him the ultimate birthday gift.”
“And I was that birthday gift?” I ask incredulously as I repeatedly poke my chest with my fucking finger.
“Not at first—I promise,” Markus says, raising a palm toward me, silently asking me to listen.
“Fine. Continue,” I bite out.
“So, Jordi was saying that Jamie had a copy of the Drummer issue with a bunch of photos of you from the International Mr. Leather competition. Apparently, you are his secret crush. You.” Now he pokes me in the chest. “Jordi only found out when he saw the magazine in Jamie’s room.
So when he asked me about a birthday gift, I thought of asking you to meet the dude and sign his magazine.
But then a brilliant plan hatched in my head.
And after talking with Jordi about it, he got on board immediately and here we are. ”
I have to stop myself from reaching for my friend to strangle him. “What was your plan?”
He diverts his eyes from me and says, “You have been nothing but a grumpy asshole since Tim left you, so I thought, maybe, Jamie could pull you out of that funk. And I think he did.” Markus waggles his brows. “Tell me I’m right. Jamie sucked you good and plenty.”
Christ. I was right. Jamie was the one who sucked me off.
I bite back the fuck off that’s at the tip of my tongue and glare at my friend.
“First off, you’re an asshole for putting me in this situation with someone who is so green.
And… yeah, Jamie sucked me good—but that doesn’t mean he’s the one for me.
And, you could have just told me that I’ve been an asshole.
I would have listened and cooled my shit. ”
“But would you have?” Markus lets out a heavy breath. “Listen. You’re one of my best friends and I hate seeing you this broken. That ex sub of yours left you high and dry without a fucking reason, man. So I thought if you found another guy to be your new sub, then…”
“What gives you the notion that I want another sub? Jesus, Markus. What if Jamie isn’t into our world? Do we need to have a chat about open communication?”
Markus plants a hand on my shoulder. “I still see the hurt in your eyes from what Tim did. The slight envy whenever we go to the Dungeon. I’m telling you, Mitch, from what Jordi says about Jamie, he is a good fit for you.”
I step back from my friend and let my mind mull over the information he’s given me. Then I remember how Jamie looked as he walked into the bar, all flustered, and I realize it was because of me.
There is hopefulness in my friend’s eyes. “At least talk to the boy. Then weigh your decision.”
My aversion to Jamie is wavering. He’s young, no getting around that, but back at Gold Coast he looked like he was into me, and fuck if I didn’t feel a pull toward him. And that blowjob… “All right.”