Chapter 11
AIDEN
It was a night full of bad decisions. And it didn’t look like it was going to get any better.
All I had wanted was to unwind. To go to my favorite club, drink, and maybe find someone to take me home with them so I could forget all the bullshit I’d had to deal with during the day.
To make me forget about him. The man who had me call him Daddy and then disappeared from my life without a word.
As expected, I hadn’t been on the dance floor long when strong hands gripped me from behind as I swayed to the beat of the music.
While I wasn’t the best dancer, and most of the time didn’t actually like to dance, I could sway and grind with the best of them.
Not even caring about who was behind me, I closed my eyes and let the music and the feel of someone else being close to me wash over me.
The feel of their hands was all wrong, though. Even though they were big and obviously strong, just the way I liked them. But they didn’t hold me the way I wanted to be held.
Like Nate touched me when we had been locked together. For once, I thought he was different.
Of course, it had to be fucking him who thought he had to come to my rescue, not that I needed to be rescued. I was more than capable of taking down a drunk handsy asshole who thought he had a right to touch what wasn’t his.
And it made me so fucking angry. I didn’t even know why. But it made me want to punch him in his perfect face.
To keep from doing something stupid, like assaulting him for no real fucking reason, I stormed off. Pushing past the other patrons, I made my way to the bar and put my hands on the smooth bar top, taking in a few steadying breaths.
When I glanced back, I wasn’t sure if I was happy or even angrier to see that he had followed me.
God, it was endearing yet agonizingly frustrating. He looked like a lost puppy trying to figure out why he was being called a bad dog. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the bartender, who had come around to see if I needed anything.
Boy, did I ever.
The worst part of the situation was I didn’t even know why I was pissed at him. Sure, he had left and didn’t leave me his number, but he hadn’t been obligated to do that. We hadn’t made any promises.
But so many things about that night seemed like a promise. A promise of more. Which was my own stupid fault because he never actually explicitly made any of those promises. It was all just shit I read too much into.
Like always.
“Two tequilas, please.”
He just made me feel… off-kilter. I was a bundle of nerves as I had opposing urges warring within me—one part of me telling me to fall to his feet and never let him go and another part telling me to run as far away as I could.
The man was a walking red flag and there I was, a man who definitely should have known better, wanting to free-fall into the danger zone.
It was maddening and I wasn’t sure what the right move was.
Based on the fact he just helped me with the drunk gropey asshole, I didn’t think I had anything to be afraid of with him, but I couldn’t be sure.
All I knew was that warning bells were going off, especially with the look he’d had in his eyes when he’d had the dude by the throat, but I was content to ignore that given the situation.
And that scared the hell out of me.
“Should I reopen my tab or is that all you need?” Nate’s amused voice was like honey soothing over my frayed nerves as he handed his card to the bartender after I downed both shots.
I’d needed the shots to calm myself, not just from Nate’s sudden appearance but also from the way the asshole had me shaken when he got all handsy. But I didn’t want to think about either of those things anymore.
Definitely didn’t want to admit to the second one.
Nate nudged me, and I remembered he’d asked me a question. Shit, he’d been serious about the tab? I didn’t want to take advantage of him, at least not in that way. But I thought we could both use water, even though I didn’t know how much Nate had to drink before he found me on the dance floor.
“Of course, anything you need,” he said, sounding so sincere. I scoffed, unsure if I could believe his words. They were easy to believe when he was there, but then he left so easily. And then I’d be left with nothing again.
Better not to get used to anything when nothing about him was permanent. He was just a hookup. And then he happened to be at the same club and stopped an asshole from going too far. That was all it was.
No need to read into the fact that he was at a gay club, considering I knew for a fact he was into men. But part of me had wanted him to be there because of me, as impossible as it was.
He let out a sigh as I drowned myself in the water.
“Talk to me, little bird.” Again, he looked at me like a kicked puppy and my heart flip-flopped in my chest.
I watched him carefully as I took another sip of my water. The confusion and desperation were plain to see. Something told me he wasn’t used to dealing with whatever emotions I was eliciting in him. I wasn’t sure if I liked that or not.
Either way, I was screwed because I definitely didn’t like the emotions he was eliciting in me.
Liar.
“Why do you call me that?” I asked, unable to help myself. But he didn’t answer me. Instead, he looked away as if he couldn’t look at me while I was asking such a question. It annoyed me. Mostly because he wouldn’t give an answer and because it sparked something I couldn’t pinpoint.
“Fuck it,” I muttered before I downed the rest of my water and grabbed Nate’s hand and dragged him to the bathroom. I was already on the express train to Bad Idea Land when it came to Nate, so why bother playing it safe?
When we got inside, I slammed the door shut and shoved him in a stall and locked the door. He looked shocked at my display of aggression, but I was done playing by his rules. Done playing it safe.
Within seconds, his mouth was on mine, devouring me like a man who had his first taste of water in days.
He had me pinned against the door of the stall, a thick thigh between my legs, rubbing against my throbbing cock as he drove me to the edge of madness.
I let out a low, dirty moan at the way his hands lit up my body as they grazed along my arms and sides until he reached the edge of my shirt and pulled it up so he could attack first one and then my other nipple with his lips, teeth, and tongue.
I keened at the feel of him, at the way he made me feel. He’d be mine forever, if it were up to me.
“Nate. Jesus, please,” I begged, though I wasn’t sure what for. I needed him more than I needed anything else at that moment. There had been a pressure building up inside me since I woke that morning with an empty bed, and he was the only one who could give me the relief I desperately craved.
“Needy little bird,” he said with a chuckle as he kissed his way up my neck before biting my ear and eliciting a new set of fireworks that sparked inside me.
I let out a sound of agreement. “Your needy little bird.”
He pulled back for a second, looking at my face. I wasn’t sure what he was looking for and it made me feel uncomfortable. Looking away, I bit my lip, but his hand came up and cupped my cheek. He turned me back to look at him. “Eyes on me.”
“Fuck, Nate—”
He cut me off with a tsk.
“Is that what you call me?” He leaned in and growled next to my ear.
My knees went weak. I couldn’t. Not again. I couldn’t let him get in my head like that and take it away. It was too much, too difficult the last time.
“No, Daddy.” The words were out of my mouth without my permission. I bit my lip to keep back the moan of what that word did to me.
Fuck, I really was a needy little bird. But I had no idea when that happened.
“Good boy. Don’t worry, I know how to make you fly.” Nate dropped down to the dingy floor and the look he gave me as he unbuttoned my pants was pure sin. I didn’t even know how he had enough room to maneuver between myself and the toilet in the stall, but I wasn’t going to complain.
“Fuuuck.” My head fell back, but I had nowhere to brace myself as we were crammed into the small stall. Knowing anyone could hear us at any point sent a spark of excitement through my body. It was wrong, but it felt so right with Nate. He made everything feel right.
A small part of my brain was still operational and knew how dangerous this was. I was a cop, for fuck’s sake. I shouldn’t be getting blown in the men’s room of a gay club by a guy I had a one-night stand with, who had me call him Daddy.
Jesus Christ. I was a walking fucking cliché.
And I didn’t fucking care one damn bit.
Brown eyes stared back at me as Nate ran his hands up and down my thighs, easing the tension out of me, helping me to relax. I hadn’t even noticed until that moment that my entire body was trembling.
Desire or nerves, I wasn’t sure. Maybe both.
Without saying a word, or taking his eyes off me, Nate tugged my pants and underwear down and immediately sucked my aching cock to the back of his throat. His hands gripped my ass tight enough that I knew I’d have bruises for days as he swallowed around my sensitive cock head.
“Fuck, Daddy, that feels so good.” My hands flew to his hair, clutching tight, afraid I’d lose myself if I didn’t have some way to keep myself grounded. The way he worked my dick made me see stars. It was the perfect amount of suction and stroking of his tongue along my hard flesh.
He pulled back, grazing his teeth lightly, and I let out a shout as my body bowed forward from the sensation.
There was no way I wouldn’t be heard if someone were to walk by, or walk in.
My dick twitched at the thought. Fuck, I never knew I had an exhibition kink.
Nate really was making me discover a whole new side of myself.
“You’re going to kill me if you keep doing that,” I said with a chuckle.
Something flashed in his eyes and he gave me a wicked grin.
“Only if you ask nicely, little bird.” Then he was back on me like a man on a mission, and I supposed he was. It was risky, being in the bathroom. We could get caught, so the sooner he could make me come, the better it would be for both of us. Especially since I’d need time to return the favor.
My hand tugged the short strands of his hair and he let out a groan that vibrated throughout my entire body. I was sure I had found heaven in that bathroom stall.
One of Nate’s hands moved to my crease and as soon as his finger grazed over my hole with the slightest pressure, I was shouting with my release that he swallowed down like a pro.
He gave me a predatory grin as he popped off my softening dick and stood to claim my mouth in a filthy kiss that left me swooning the moment his tongue demanded entrance.
Even through my haze, I could feel his arousal as our bodies were pressed together, grinding despite the fact my cock had become oversensitive after that mind-shattering orgasm. I still wanted him, needed him.
I reached for his pants, but one of his large hands grabbed my wrist and held it still as he shook his head.
I pulled back, giving him a questioning look, but he just leaned forward and gave me another kiss.
This time, it was much softer and somehow felt more intimate than anything else we’d shared.
I opened my mouth to ask him what was wrong, when he shocked the hell out of me.
“Come for dinner with me, little bird. Let me take you on the type of proper date you deserve.”