Chapter 17
LUCAS
“How do I look?” I stood in my bedroom and puffed out my chest, a sheer black shirt hugging the contours of my body.
We were finally hitting the gay bar with my brother and his friends.
A few weeks had passed since Ezra went back to live at his place and we still hadn’t heard a peep out of Tate.
My hockey skills had improved, and me and Ezra were closer than ever.
He was the love of my life, and tonight, I’d tell him that. If the moment presented itself.
“You’re fabulous.” He stepped to me, his body wrapped in a flowered shirt and tight jeans, necklaces falling over his chest. Primping my bangs, he said, “Remember the first time I gelled your hair and put eyeliner on you?”
“Yeah, how could I forget?” I planted a quick kiss on his mouth. “I about popped a boner right then and there. I was so confused.”
“Really?” He sniggered. “I didn’t know.”
“It’s okay. I wasn’t ready to face it.” I lifted his hand to my mouth and kissed his knuckles. “But I am now.” And I couldn’t wait to be in a place surrounded by other queer men. I pulled on the band of his jeans. “What have you got on under there?”
“Never you mind. It’s a surprise.” He shoved my hand away.
“Damn.” My cock plumped. He’d gotten some new lace for tonight and he was finally going to let me fuck his fine ass in it. How would I ever hold myself back all night?
“Who all is coming tonight?” Holding my hand, he guided me into the main room.
Evan was out with Tabitha, the girl he’d met at the pool a few months ago. “So, it’ll be Mason and Jett, Archer and his husband Leo, and Ace and his husband Zoma.”
“Cool. Archer plays the same position as you, basically, but for the Cardinals?” He picked up a leather jacket and shrugged into it.
“Yep, and Ace is the Cardinal’s goalie.” Shit, did I need a jacket?
It was November. I strode to the hallway closet by the door and snapped my blue jacket off a hanger.
After living back East and in Minnesota, it was still hard to justify a jacket for sixty-degree weather, but the dry air out here made it feel colder.
“Ready?” Ezra threaded his fingers in mine. “I’m looking forward to this. I haven’t been to this bar since I was in college.”
“I haven’t been ever. So…” With a grin, I tugged him along to the door. I didn’t know what to expect, but I was sure it would be a good time.
After Ubering to the club and waiting in line, we strolled inside The Club on Mill.
Mostly men filled the club, along with flashing lights and techno music.
A lot of the men were shirtless and damn, grinding and making out right there on the dancefloor.
I took a hard swallow. Where the hell were the guys?
Mason had texted and told me they were here.
I looked to the right. A long bar rested along the wall with a chalkboard spanning the length of it, filled with shot names in neon colors. “Oh, there’s the shot list.” I pointed at it.
Mason, standing at a corner of the bar, raised his hand and waved.
With a grin spreading over his mouth, Jett’s gaze met mine.
“There they are.” I wound my way through men with Ezra in tow and stopped at them.
Several guys turned around, one built like a house with dark hair and eyes. It was Ace.
“Little bro, we’ve been waiting for you to do our first shot.” He stepped aside and a line of shot glasses came into the view on the bar. “We always begin the night with a Fuck U of A shot.” He snickered.
“Great.” I glanced at the rest of the guys. “Let’s get the introductions out of the way first, though.” Leaning into Ezra, I said, “Come on.”
Walking around to each one, we shook hands, side-hugged and greeted them all.
Ezra sized up Zoma and said, “I hear you’re a figure skater?”
“I am.” Zoma, his brown hair falling around his blue eyes, stepped closer to Ezra. “These guys may seem tough, but they’re actually softies deep down.”
Ace hooked a brow. “Who are you calling soft?” He pulled Zoma to his side. “I’m only soft for you.”
“Of course.” Looking up at Ace, Zoma patted his wide chest.
Leo came closer with a beer in his hand, his dark hair cut to frame his face, and his brown eyes focusing on Ezra. “I hear you’re a photographer?”
“I am.” Ezra lifted his chin.
“He’s a damn good one.” Hooking my arm around Ezra, I kissed his cheek. “You should see the photos he took of me. I look like a model.”
Ezra inched closer to me and gave me a coy grin. “You look like a model without my photography skills.”
With a chuckle, Leo said, “Well, my brother plays in a band that’s touring the West coast, and they need some good promo shots. I’ll send them your way.” Leo ticked his brows. “The whole band is queer too.”
Ezra raised his brows. “Really? Is the band called Knot Me?”
“That’s the one. Have you seen them?” Leo sipped his beer.
“I have, a few years ago.” Ezra faced me. “They played here once, and I came to see it. They were so good.”
“Damn, small world.” I glanced at the shots. When was Mason—
“Come on, guys.” Mason handed out shots to everyone. “It’s time to get this party started.”
I grabbed a shot from him. “What are we toasting?”
Archer stepped forward, his wavy blond hair almost covering his brown eyes, his arm around Leo’s waist. “Same as always. It’s our good luck charm. Fuck U of A.” Archer held up his glass.
In unison, everyone said, “Fuck U of A,” tapped their glasses and downed their shots.
The sweet shot glided down my throat and I hissed, then wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “Okay, how about a beer now?” No more of those. I wanted to be able to perform later. There were lace panties to defile, after all.
We got beers, then pushed a few tables together in a club corner to chat.
Ezra, sitting next to Zoma, chatted with the guys, smiling and laughing.
I’d never seen him so happy. This was not the same man I’d met in the dark studio so long ago.
I drank some beer and glanced at the dancefloor.
What would it be like to dance with him?
I leaned in and in his ear, said, “Hey, want to dance with me?”
Twisting his head, his gaze searched my face. “Of course.” He turned to Zoma. “I’ll be back. My boyfriend wants to dance.” He slid off his chair.
“Oh, great idea.” Zoma’s attention drew to Ace, chatting hockey with Mason, Archer and Jett. “Babe, dance with me?”
With a grin, Ace said, “Anything you want.”
We all strolled onto the dancefloor, the steady beat of the music thrumming through my body. I had rarely danced with girls, so how would this be? I peeked around me. These men were practically on top of each other.
Ezra hooked an arm around my waist, wedged a leg between my thighs and pressed our cocks together through our jeans. His darkened gaze rose to meet mine.
“Holy fuck.” Heat rolled over my skin and my cock swelled. He was taking control. I liked it. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I swayed and bounced to the music with him. This was easy. I could do this.
He came in close, brushing a hand down my chest and pinching my nipple through my shirt. “I’m going to make you so hot. You’re going to beg to take me home.”
With a gasp, pleasure shot from my chest to my dick.
“I’d do that, anyway.” Claiming him in a hungry kiss, I ground on him, his cock lengthening against mine.
This was much fucking better than dancing with women.
They barely let you touch them. Nibbling my way to the shell of his hear, I said, “I can’t wait to fuck you tonight. ”
His breath caught, and he dug his fingers into my hips.
I lowered my hand to the top of his jeans and then plunged down, cupping his round, lace covered ass. “Oh, fuck me. I’m curious to see what you’re wearing under your jeans.” A surge of sensation swept up my spine. “It’s open in the back? You’re a fucking devil, you know that?”
He pushed on my chest, a wicked grin spreading over his lips. “I do. And I want tonight to be extra special.”
Dropping my mouth over his, I swiped my tongue inside him, emotions boiling in my chest. Fuck, I loved this man. Cupping his ass, I devoured him, biting at his lower lip and diving back in for more heated kisses.
“You have been cheating on me!” Tate’s voice boomed over the music.
Tearing away from Ezra, my pulse skyrocketed, and I shoved him behind me. “It’s not cheating. He broke up with you.” No fucking way. How was this happening now? I thought we had gotten rid of him. “What are you doing here, Tate?”
Sneering at me, Tate said, “It’s a public space. It’s not listed on his precious protection order.” Tate glared behind me. “Ezra, come out and face me. Tell me to my face we’re done.”
The surrounding guys stepped back, opening a circle.
“Ezra, you don’t owe him a thing.” Fire burned in my chest. Tate was no match for me. I could take him.
Ezra stepped to the side.
Swiping my arm across him, I pushed him back. “Don’t.”
“What the fuck is going on here?” Ace towered over Tate, the corner of his lip curling. He fisted his hands.
Zoma grabbed Ezra’s hand and led him away. “Leave this to the hockey boys.”
“Who the fuck are you?” Tate’s eyes widened as he swept his gaze over Ace.
“A friend of Lucas and Ezra’s. You’ve got no business with them. So, skedaddle on out of here.” He cackled.
With a jeer, Tate pointed at me. “That man stole my boyfriend. He’s been—”
In a blur of motion, Mason appeared, fist raised, growling. “Get the fuck away from my brother.” His knuckles struck Tate’s jaw, throwing his head to the side.
In a beat, Ace tossed Tate to the ground, sat on his chest, and pinned his arms over his head. “You’re outnumbered, little man, and we all know the truth.”
With his knees raised, Tate pushed at the ground, propelling his hips upward and attempting to throw Ace from him. “Get the fuck off me.”
Cackling, Mason crouched around Tate’s head. “You’re going to leave my brother and his boyfriend alone.”
“Or what?” Tate spat at Mason.