Extrait

The music was thumping, the club dimly lit, and as Logan made his way through couples gyrating, he felt Tate’s fingers tightening around his. He’d picked a place he knew fairly well, Whipped.

It was a place where there was a little bit of everything, including men dancing with women, women dancing with women, and—he stopped on the corner of the dance floor and pulled Tate into his body—men dancing with men.

He’d figured Tate would be a little more comfortable around a mix of people, and as his arms came around his neck and he closed his eyes, Logan knew he’d been right until—

“Ah, my favorite lawyer and his ‘friend.’ I swear you two get hotter every time I see you. So it’s a damn shame I don’t see more of you.”

Tate froze in front of him, and Logan closed his eyes, hoping that the voice that just shouted over the music wasn’t—

“Robbie,” Tate answered for him as he greeted the intruder.

Logan turned around to see Robbie step closer to them both.

“I thought it was you. It’s hard to ignore someone like Logan. Or you for that matter,” he added, winking at Tate.

Fucking flirt.

“In fact, I think I saw you smile at Logan when you walked in. Granted, I could be wrong since it’s such a rare event, but when it appeared, it was fabulous.”

Logan turned to Tate, and instead of finding him fuming, he was grinning down at Robbie—amused. He then looked back to see Robbie’s eyes close to fucking sparkling up at Tate, and he couldn’t help but shake his head at the guy’s antics.

As usual, Robbie was dressed much the same as he had been the night they’d hooked up. Loose, black cargos that rode his skinny hips, and a bright-pink mesh tank top that was cut to expose from his navel down. His eyes were enhanced by black eyeliner, and his blond hair was spiked with enough hair gel that not even the busiest hands in it would mess it up.

He was cute and knew it. There was a time that had really worked for him, but when Logan felt Tate’s body brush the side of his, he knew that time had long passed.

Tate, in his leather pants, tight, white T-shirt, and the leather jacket he’d checked at the door, was the guy who could give as much as he dished out, and Logan hadn’t realized how much he craved that until now.

“Did you know this is where I met Logan? And we danced the night away,” Robbie reminisced over the music.

“Really,” Tate responded, secure enough that he didn’t make it a question. It was more like a perfunctory answer, and with his arm looped around Logan’s waist, it was obvious he was in no way threatened by Robbie.

And fuck me, that’s hot.

“It was one dance and then we left. Let’s not get carried away, Cinderella. It wasn’t your ball,” Logan interjected.

“No,” Robbie agreed, grinning like an imp, “it was yours. Both of them. That was a good night.”

Logan groaned and Tate’s body vibrated with laughter.

“What was a good night?”

Both he and Tate looked over Robbie’s shoulder to the man who’d stopped behind him. He was a tall, muscular guy in jeans and a white button-down. He was familiar, but Logan couldn’t quite place him. The man seemed to exude carefree and relaxed with the longer blond hair that was pushed behind his ears and hit the collar of his shirt, but the shrewd eyes and serious line of his mouth screamed of confidence and control.

“The night I met Logan,” Robbie stated, gesturing in his direction before adding an introduction. “This is Daniel.”

The man’s eyes found both him and Tate, and as he sized them up, Logan caught a flash of heat...and interest.

“Yes, I can see that would be a night worth remembering. And you?” Daniel asked as his eyes shifted to Tate. “What’s your name?”

For the first time since he’d met Tate, Logan felt the intense need to make it known who he belonged to and wrapped a proprietary arm around his waist.

“Tate.”

“So, Logan and Tate. Nice. Very nice. Evening, boys.”

His voice was smooth like whiskey, and Logan felt Tate shift beside him and knew he was feeling the same sexual appraisal from the man.

“Hey,” Logan responded. Then he turned his eyes to Robbie, who was looking between him and Daniel.

“I noticed you both as soon as you came in, and Robbie said he knew you.”

Logan’s eyes narrowed on the blond, and then he focused once again on the man who seemed to be wanting something. Two somethings to be exact.

“Did he now?”

“Yes,” Daniel answered, eyes locked with his in a stalemate. “He did.”

Tate’s fingers were now stroking over his ass, and Logan had to really hold back a laugh at the fact that he didn’t seem bothered at all that the guy in front of them was eye-fucking them both.

“Are you two free later?”

Logan was about to answer when Tate finally decided to speak up, and as always, he didn’t disappoint.

“No, we aren’t. We don’t play well with others.”

Logan turned to look him in the eye and the expression in Tate’s was, ‘But I’m going to play with you.’

“I told you,” Robbie stated, and Daniel gave them both a smug smile and tilt of the head as he wrapped an arm around Robbie’s shoulder.

“So you did.”

Robbie leaned into Daniel’s side before giving him a thorough once over and Tate, a full-on cheeky grin. “What? Can’t blame a guy for trying. You two—”

“Aren’t interested,” Logan ended for him. “But you have fun tonight.”

Robbie looked over at Tate and then back to him before grumbling, “You too.”

Logan felt Tate’s hand squeeze his ass, and before he could speak, Tate did. “Oh he will.”

Then Tate stepped in front of him and wound his arms around his neck, making it more than obvious he was done with the conversation, done with the intrusion, and ready to dance to the heavy throb of the pulsating music.

Logan placed his hands on Tate’s back and ran them up to his shoulder blades, and he couldn’t help putting his mouth on him.

Love that I can do this, he thought, punctuating it with a kiss to his neck. Love that you’re here, with me.

Tate’s head lolled to the side, and when the salty sweat on his smooth skin hit Logan’s tongue, it was hard to remind himself they were in public.

Tate widened his legs, and Logan pressed one of his between his thighs. He could feel Tate’s fingers twisting through the back of his hair as their hips rocked against each other, and the thought of concentrating on anyone or anything other than running his hands all over Tate’s body left his mind.

He dragged his fingers back down Tate’s spine to the leather pants covering his ass. He loved the feel of them, and when Tate’s mouth found his ear and he said, “Harder,” Logan’s cock stiffened as if he’d physically stroked him.

Logan shut his eyes, and when Tate’s lips moved over his ear, he dug his fingers in. Tate’s hips thrust forward like he was inside him. Then he hissed, “Yes,” and Logan groaned.

Jesus. I’ll be lucky if I make it home without attacking him.

Tate was writhing against his leg and body as if they were already somewhere dark and private, which made Logan want...

He brought his mouth to Tate’s ear and whispered, “Turn around.”

Tate took a small step back and, without question, turned. Logan didn’t wait a second before he plastered himself against the sexy length of his body. He placed his splayed hands on Tate’s hips and pulled him back until his ass was cradling his aching cock.

“Fuck yes,” Logan growled, gyrating against the rounded curves filling out Tate’s leather. “I don’t blame him for wanting you, but he can’t fucking have you.”

Tate raised his arms to loop them behind his neck and looked over his shoulder with sex-hazed eyes. “He wanted you too, but—”

“We don’t fucking share,” Logan ended and then thought, One night—and soon—I’m going to fuck him just like this. Naked and in front of a mirror, so I can see every goddamn inch of him.