Chapter 3
Chapter three
Julius
I pulled my car into the parking lot at Kirby’s and pulled down the visor to check my makeup and my hair. It was on point, of course, but I checked out of habit. Once I was sure I was good, I headed inside.
I’d been coming to Kirby’s ever since Vic and Jesse opened it, but I hadn’t been in a few months.
Instead, I’d been traipsing my ass all the way to Austin to see a guy I’d met at a club there.
At almost six months, my relationship with Bradly—if you could call it that—had been the longest one I’d had in years, and now that it was over with, I was ready to have some fun.
The club was packed tonight, but that was no surprise.
The monthly drag show was the only thing that came close to the numbers Daddy Night brought in.
I stepped up to the bar, where Clay was pulling a beer.
He smiled when he saw me. He handed off the beer and came over to me. “Hey, Julius, long time no see.”
“It has been a while, hasn’t it?” He was one of my favorite bartenders here at Kirby’s. He was straight as an arrow, but he was really friendly, made a mean martini, and was insanely good-looking.
“It has. Glad to see you back. What can I get you? A vodka martini?”
“Of course.”
“I assume you want it dirty.” He had a teasing lilt to his voice that I’m sure padded his pockets with tips, especially on a packed night like tonight.
“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” I said with a wink.
While he made my drink, I looked around to see who was here.
There were quite a few new faces since the last time I came, but no one who really interested me.
That was okay, though, because the night was early.
Besides, I’d told Mika I’d be here, so I wanted to spend a little time with him before I went on a Daddy hunt.
I wasn’t one of those guys who was only interested in Daddies, but after the mess I’d been through the last couple weeks, I wanted a big strong man who would baby me a little.
Clay handed me my drink, and I headed to the back where the owner, Jesse, kept a table reserved for his boy, Andy, and his friends on Daddy Nights.
At some point, the group had moved from the u-shaped booth they normally sat at to a much larger table, and it was still almost full.
Mika and his Daddy weren’t here yet, but that was okay because my very favorite of the Three Bears was there.
“Hey, everyone,” I said as I pushed my way in between Gator and Andy’s chair. I smiled at Gator while I bumped Andy with my hip. “Slide over, honey, this is my seat.”
He didn’t argue; he just rolled his eyes and slid over a seat.
“Well, hello there, sugar,” Gator drawled in that super sexy accent of his.
“I haven’t seen you in ages.”
“And whose fault is that, Julius? I’ve been right here almost every single Daddy Night, but someone’s been otherwise engaged.”
“That was then, but I’m here now, Daddy.” I bit my lower lip and trailed my finger across my bare collarbone.
“You’re trouble, brat, but I do love a little trouble now and then. Keeps life from getting boring.”
“Well, you’re in luck, cause boring is the one thing I never am.” I downed the rest of my drink and then picked up the toothpick with the olive on it. I bit down on the olive with my teeth and slowly pulled the toothpick out.
He shook his head and chuckled before sliding his chair back and standing. “Come dance with me, gorgeous.”
He held out a hand, and I slipped mine into his and let him pull me up out of my chair and out onto the dance floor. The music wasn’t anything slow, not yet, but Gator didn’t seem to care. He spun me once just to show off, and then pulled me close enough that his belt buckle brushed my stomach.
He slid one hand down my back and let it settle on my ass.
“You always this handsy?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You showed up lookin’ like sin dipped in sugar,” he murmured, leaning in just enough that I felt the warmth of his breath along my cheek. “I’m only human, baby.”
I laughed and let myself move with him, hips rolling, fingers trailing lightly down the front of his shirt, before I hooked a finger through one of his belt loops and reeled him in tighter. His hands found my waist like they belonged there.
“Thought you said I was trouble,” I said, swaying to the beat.
“Oh, you are.” His voice dropped a little lower, a little rougher. “But like I said, that’s what keeps life interesting.”
The song shifted, giving way to something slower—something with a little slide and sway to it. He didn’t let go. He just adjusted and moved with me like he already knew what I needed before I did.
I slid my arms up around his shoulders, fingertips brushing the curls at the back of his neck.
He was solid and warm and close enough to smell like sandalwood and the hint of whiskey from his drink.
He drew me up against him slowly, like we had all the time in the world and no one else on the dance floor mattered, as we swayed to the music.
“You’re a really good dancer,” I murmured.
He grinned, lazy and dangerous. “I have a good partner.”
We moved like that, easy and close, like our bodies had already decided what they wanted, even if our minds hadn’t caught up yet. I rested my cheek briefly against his chest, just long enough to feel the steady beat of his heart through his shirt.
The song ended, and I stepped back and looked up at him.
He licked his lips and took in a slow, deep breath. “You keep lookin’ at me like that and I’m gonna start thinkin’ you want somethin’ more than a dance.”
I let my smile turn wicked. “Maybe I do, but the night is young. I guess you’ll just have to stick around and find out.”
I winked at him, spun on my heel, and headed back over to the table. I had no doubt where we were headed, and I was absolutely on board, but I wanted him to work for it a little bit. A little teasing never hurt and usually made things so much more intense in the end.
Gator
Sassy little brat. I shook my head. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, but I wasn’t in any hurry. I’d play it slow. Let him think he was in control. He was wrong, but if it made him feel better, I would play along for now.
I followed him back to the table and took my seat between him and Wolfe.
I rested my arm along the back of his chair and played with his hair.
I motioned for the server to head our way, leaned back, and listened to the conversation while I waited.
It didn’t take but a second for a cute guy in a cropped Kirby’s t-shirt to get there.
“What can I get you?”
“Do you want another, sugar?” I asked Julius.
“Yeah, Vodka martini, dirty, please?” He said dirty like it was an innuendo, not a drink order, and I wondered how many times that line delivered in his sexy voice had gotten him what he wanted.
I smiled at the boy taking our order. “Whiskey neat for me and a dirty martini for my boy here.”
“Sure thing.” He smiled at me and then looked around the table. “Anyone else need anything?”
He took a couple more orders and then left to get our drinks.
“Thank you,” Julius said, making it sound like he was thanking me for something way more than a drink. I swear it was like every word out of his mouth was dripping with sex and honey, and I wanted a taste.
I held his gaze and reached down and adjusted my hard dick in my jeans.
The little shit already knew what he was doing to me, so I didn’t even try to be discreet about it.
He gave me a wicked grin and turned to his left to talk to his friend Andy.
At the same time, he reached over and laid one hand on my upper thigh.
I took in a breath and glanced over at Wolfe to find him smirking at me. “You have your hands full with that one,” he said quietly, motioning towards Julius with his head.
“No doubt,” I agreed, and Julius gave my thigh a squeeze before sliding it a little higher. “But that’s okay. I have big hands.”
Wolfe chuckled before picking up his glass and taking a drink.
“So,” I said, looking for a distraction. “How are things going out at the camp this week?”
Three Bears Tactical had a training facility on the edge of town that we called the camp.
One of our men, Crowe, ran the camp and spent most of his time out there.
We all took turns teaching classes and running the people at the camp through the paces.
We offered law enforcement training, self-defense camps, and team-building exercises for businesses and first responders of multiple types. It had been very successful so far.
“This is a corporate team-building week, so it’s going about like you would expect.
Half the guys are pissed off because they thought it was going to be glamping or some shit, some of the others are putting on a good face and pretending they love it as a way to kiss their boss’s ass, and a select few are totally into it. ”
Our drinks arrived, and was ever I was grateful. If I was going to sit here with Julius like this for long, I needed something to take the edge off. I took a drink, letting the burn of the whiskey slide down my throat before resuming my conversation with Wolfe.
“Yeah, Crowe hates those, that’s why I asked.
” I managed to sound normal for the most part, even as Julius started sliding his hand up and down my thigh.
Every movement went straight to my cock, and I realized there wasn’t enough whiskey in the world to take the edge off of this delicious torture, but that was fine.
I planned to make the brat pay for it in the very best way once I got him alone.
“He does, but the money from groups like that are what allows us to offer the camp to first responders at a discount, so he’ll just have to suck it up.”
I was about to respond when Mika and Hawk walked up to the table, and everyone shifted around to make room for the two new additions.
Mika glanced back and forth between me and Julius and grinned. “Hey, Julius, how are you?” he asked.