Chapter 14 #2
Lucas hopped off his stool. “Be right back. Gotta piss.” He strolled off toward a hallway tucked to the side of the bar.
Swiveling in his chair, Evan focused on me. “If you only received my text just now, why did you come here?”
I balked. “Because I needed to get out of my house. My last outing was probably at the charity event.” Fuck, had it been that long? Funny, I was never home or always at home.
“Are you serious?” He leaned in closer to me, his gaze dropping to my mouth. “Do you come here often?” The corner of his lips twitched.
“That has a double meaning.” I gave him a coy grin, heat flashing across my skin. I could pull him in the bathroom and suck him senseless as soon as Lucas came out. My sex drive had returned in full force.
“It does. But really, do you?” His tongue swept across his lips.
“I come here occasionally. People don’t bother me here.” I sipped my drink. “Drew and Jax are visiting later to work on music, so I snuck away for a lunch out.” Was he angry that I hadn’t invited him? Maybe I should have, but I’d acted on impulse.
“Oh, okay.” He inhaled deeply. “Lucas knows I’ve spent some time at your place, but he doesn’t know about…you know.” Shifting his lips to the side, he said, “He thinks I’m seeing a woman named Rosalie.” He snickered.
“Rosalie?” I huffed a quick laugh. I’d never concealed my relationships, so being with Lucas and keeping us secret would be interesting. “Okay.” I set my hand on his thigh, covered by the bar top. “Listen, I should have called and invited you out. But it’s been a strange morning and—”
“Don’t worry about it.” He threaded his fingers through mine. “Have you made any arrangements to see your dad?”
“Yeah, he’s coming over at six tomorrow for dinner.” Did I want Evan there? An additional viewpoint would prove useful. “Can you come over? Maybe spend the night again?” My brow hooked.
“I…yes, I can come over for dinner.” He let out a soft snort. “It seems everyone wants to invite me for dinner this week. Colton wants me for dinner, and so does Lucas.” With a shake of his head, he said, “But I’d rather see you.” His gaze met mine. “I shouldn’t stay the night, though.”
My gut knotted. “No? Why?” It had been so nice waking up with him in my bed.
Leaning in closer, he said, “Listen, there are rumors going around that they’re trading Benson. I need to attend every morning skate for the rest of the week, and I have to be prepared. I need to show the coaching staff I want his position.”
“Oh.” Hockey. Of course. If a great opportunity presented itself for the band and I had to leave, I’d do it.
I couldn’t fault him for this. Squeezing his hand, I said, “You go after the position, Evan. Do whatever you have to. I fully support it.” I had Drew to fall back on, anyway.
My gaze caught on Lucas, strolling out from the restroom hallway.
“Thank you, Ronan.” He glanced behind him and then released my hand as he straightened in his chair. “Anyhow, I’ll be there tomorrow.”
Hopping onto his stool, Lucas said, “Ezra texted while I was in the bathroom. Would tomorrow night work for dinner?” He leaned forward, his gaze finding mine. “You’re welcome to come over too. Ezra is a huge fan.”
Snatching a peek at Lucas, I said, “Uh, no, I have plans for tomorrow night.” What would Evan say? Would he cancel on me?
Dipping his gaze to his beer, Evan said, “Sorry, Lucas, but I made plans with Rosalie for tomorrow night.” He shifted in his chair. “Maybe the next night?”
A grin teased my lips as my heart flickered. He wasn’t cancelling on me.
“Sure.” Lucas slipped his phone from his jeans pocket. “I’ll let Ezra know.” He tapped on his phone. “Ronan, how about you?”
“Me?” I sipped my bourbon. I should work on music, but what the hell. “Yes, sure.”
“Any dietary restrictions?” Lucas glanced at me.
“No, none.” I flagged the bartender to us. Speaking of food, I needed to order mine, and she was taking her sweet time.
“Great. Ezra is making salmon with roasted potatoes and a salad.” Lucas set his phone on the bar top.
“Sounds good.” I ordered food from the bartender.
“Here, let me move my guitar.” I grabbed my guitar and the stand and moved them into the hallway. I had to make space for Jax’s drum kit. Thankfully, he hadn’t brought the entire thing with him.
“Okay.” Jax, his hair recently dyed a flaming red, twirled a drumstick in his hand and set up a snare next to a cymbal.
As he worked, he said, “Drew tells me you’re banging a hockey player?
” He threw me a lop-sided grin. His muscled arms had full sleeves of tattoos, on display under his black tank top.
“Yes. He plays for the Coyotes.” No sense in getting into the details of Evan’s call-up. I dropped into the chair at my desk and opened the recording app. “Do you want to hear the songs while you’re setting up?”
“Sure.” He pulled his bass drum from its case. “I didn’t know hockey players were gay.” He snickered. “How the hell did you find a gay one?”
“He’s not gay. He’s bisexual like me.” I clicked on one song and started it, a chaotic riff from my guitar filling the studio. “Several Coyotes players identify as queer.” How much did he know about hockey?
“Yeah?” He pulled out his throne and set it up. “I didn’t know that.”
Drew entered the room holding three beer cans. “Here.” He handed me one and then brought one to Jax. “What do you think?” He tilted his head, watching Jax.
“I don’t know. It’s okay. Sort of sluggish, don’t you think?” He flicked his gaze to me and smirked.
I rolled my eyes. He thought every song needed to be faster. “It’s not sluggish.” I snicked my beer open and drank some.
“Yeah, we’ll see.” He set up a hi-hat. “So, this hockey player, he’s not out, right?”
“No, he’s not. He’s at a critical point in his career, so he doesn’t want to make any waves.” I strolled to Bean, resting in his bed and scratched behind his ears. It would be a long night.
Jax straightened, setting his blue-eyed gaze on me. “Why is he in the closet if other players are out?”
Drew gave me a look. “He’s got a point.” He sipped his beer.
“I’m his first guy. It’s complicated, okay?” I gulped some beer down. Why was Jax going on about this?
The edge of Jax’s mouth curled. “You’re his first? So, how do you know he’s not questioning? What if—”
“He’s not questioning. It’s real. I know it is.” I huffed. I didn’t need Jax putting shit in my head. But hadn’t Evan told me he couldn’t spend the night tomorrow? Fuck, he’d had a good reason for it.
“Okay.” With a shrug, Jax went back to work on his kit. “I heard your dad came to see you.”
Jesus, fuck. With a scoff, I said, “Yes, Jeff visited me. I’m having dinner with him tomorrow night.” What else had Drew told him?
“I’m glad you’re getting to know him again.
I think it’s important.” He finished his setup, picked up his sticks from the snare, and tapped out a few beats.
“Let’s get this shit started. Have you ordered the pizza?
” Dropping onto his throne, he started a rhythm that matched the guitars playing through the speakers.
I smiled. This was why he was our drummer. He knew exactly what to do with our music.
“Yes, I ordered the pizza.” Drew picked up his bass, which was lying across the couch, and threw his strap over his shoulder. “This is good.”
The next evening, the doorbell rang, and I hurried to answer it. It should be Evan. He planned on coming early for dinner so we could hang out before Jeff arrived. I’d been awake until four this morning, working on adding drum tracks to the new songs and hadn’t slept well.
Bean barked behind me, trotting to the door.
“It’s okay, buddy. It’s just Evan.” I swung the door open, my heart pattering against my ribs.
Evan strode toward me, wearing a white button-down and jeans, and threw his arms around me. “Ronan. God, I missed you.” He planted a barrage of hard kisses on my mouth, shifting his hand to my cheek. After a moment, he broke the kisses and hugged me. “How are you doing? Are you okay?”
“I’m, I’m fine.” I buried my face in his neck. His embrace calmed me. Thank God he was here tonight and not off playing in another city.
“Good.” He released me and stepped back, holding my shoulders and looking me up and down. “You look fantastic.” He skimmed his teeth across his lower lip. “Hell, do we have time?”
I pushed the door shut behind him. He always wanted sex as soon as he arrived. With a nod, I said, “Yeah, we have an hour.”
“Perfect.” He shoved me into the wall, pulling my arms over my head, and planted heated kisses on my mouth, his tongue sneaking between my lips. As he thrust his hips, his hardening cock pressed against mine.
I moaned into the barrage of kisses, my cock growing sensitive. We’d barely made it into the house. Bean’s footsteps filtered through the air. Good, he was leaving. My poor dog. But he was probably used to it by now.
Dropping to his knees, Evan unfastened my jeans and pulled my solid cock out. “What, no lace tonight?” He snuck a peek at me and then licked across my crown.
“Oh, fuck.” My knees buckled as a shock of pleasure surged through my body. “I-I wasn’t expecting, uh, this.”
“Hell, Ronan, you should know by now when I get here, I can’t resist you.” Fisting my root, he plunged his hot, wet mouth over me, sucking me to the back of his throat and groaning.
With a sharp gasp, I clutched his hair and rocked my hips, fucking his mouth. “Yeah, that’s it, Evan. Fuck.” With each stroke of his tongue, my climax edged closer. “Keep going, don’t stop.”
He snuck a hand under my shirt, skimmed it up my abs and then flicked a nipple piercing.
“Oh, God.” My thighs trembled as a jolt of pleasure threaded from my chest to my dick, pulsing my leaking cock against his tongue.
Sucking me harder, his cheeks hollowed, and he quickened his pace, teasing the piercing.
As I fell over the edge, sparks lit behind my eyes and my balls drew up. Harsh spasms racked my body with sensation, and my cum spurted into his mouth. I fought to steady myself against the wall as the waves surged on and on.
When it slowed, he stood and planted an urgent kiss on my lips, his hand shaking as he placed lazy strokes on my waning dick. In a ragged voice, he said, “I almost came in my damn jeans just blowing you.” His eyelids hooded over his dark eyes.
“You did, huh?” God, he was gorgeous. I grabbed his hand and led him into the main room, then pushed him onto the couch. “Pull your dick out.” I tucked myself into my jeans.
With a coy grin, he unfastened his jeans and slid them and his briefs down to his thighs, his cock standing tall and precum glistening at the tip. “I’m all yours.”
“I like the sound of that.” I fell to my knees, fisted the base and swallowed him whole, flicking my tongue across his shaft.
His thighs quivered. “Jesus, that’s perfect,” he gritted out and threaded his fingers through my hair.
As his dick plumped further inside my mouth, I fondled his balls and gently pulled on them when they rose. He was close.
With a raspy groan, he hissed. “Gonna come. Oh, fuck.” He lifted his hips as if wanting to push further into my throat.
I swallowed around his crown as it twitched against my tongue. Hot cum flooded my mouth. I peeked at him. I wanted to see him come undone.
He gasped and yanked my hair, his face tensing and mouth dropping open. Again and again, he spilled inside me, and I swallowed it all.
When it slowed, I pulled off him with a last lick up his shaft.
With a shuddering moan, he said, “That was amazing, Ronan.” He patted his chest. “Come here.” Lifting his hips, he pulled up his pants and briefs and fastened his jeans.
I rose and dropped in beside him, leaning against his side. Hell, he isn’t questioning. Jax doesn’t know what he’s talking about. This is real.
“How was your recording session last night?” He uncurled an arm around me and pulled me into his chest.
“It went great. Jax worked his usual magic and laid down beats for the songs.” I took deep breaths, relaxing against him. I’d be tense again soon enough when Jeff arrived.