Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
The club was packed, bodies writhing to electronic dance music from corner to corner. The lights had lowered a half hour before, so the strobes sent kaleidoscopes of color over everyone. There was a lot of bare skin out there.
“Follow You Down” by Just Her blasted over the speakers, the deep house beat sinking into his body. He loved this song, and he slowly moved his body, not dancing really, but enjoying the music. He closed his eyes as Royce stepped closer, his body pressed to Marc’s back. Faint prickles shivered over his skin, raising the hairs on the back of his neck. Marc bent his knees. Just a little. The beat was getting to Royce too, because his hand came around to press against Marc’s belly and pull him harder against him. Royce’s hips rocked with the beat, his hard dick pressed into his ass. Marc’s legs were apart, so Royce had full access to his neck and he took it. He cupped the front and opened his mouth over the side.
Just like he’d done earlier.
Oh, God.
Shivers rolled up and down Marc’s spine. Fuck, the coiled strength in this man made him dizzy with lust. Royce bit down, his beard rasping over sensitive skin, and Marc reached over his shoulder to slide his fingers into that spill of silky, black hair. His groan disappeared into the music as the beat got darker, deeper…dirtier.
Like Royce’s hips.
They moved against him like the beat came from his bones.
He slit open his eyes and saw Angelo standing in front of them, swaying to the music, and the heat in those dark eyes made him smile.
Angelo stepped closer, and Marc felt Royce stiffen against his back.
“Please tell me you are into threesomes,” Angelo said loudly over the music. “Because you two are the most stunning men in this club. He is delicious, Marc Foster.”
Chapter Sixteen
The moment they stepped into his hotel room, Angelo stripped off his skin-tight black shirt and tossed it on the floor. He stretched his arms over his head, showing off a muscular back, impressive arms, and a tight, round ass.
Marc barely swallowed back a groan. Not of desire, but irritation.
The lithe man was sexy as fuck, and he knew it. He used his sex appeal to get whatever the hell he wanted. Even if he wasn’t a person’s type, his silver tongue, beautiful body, and incredible confidence convinced them that they had to have one taste…just this one time.
And he suddenly didn’t want Royce anywhere near Angelo.
“You can keep your clothes on. We’re talking business,” Marc snapped.
Angelo spun back, his long, black hair whipping around in an inky curtain. “Sometimes my business is taking my clothes off.” His dark eyes widened at Royce standing just behind Marc’s shoulder. “Do I look familiar? Have you seen my porn?”
Royce made a choking noise, and Marc couldn’t tell if he was actually choking on air or trying to stop a laugh. “I don’t think so.”
Angelo immediately pulled his phone out of his back pocket, nimble thumbs dancing across the screen while he walked closer. “My newest one is about six months old, but there’s this part where I’m in a reverse cowboy—”
“Angelo!”
The thief looked up at him, his expression innocent and confused for a couple of heartbeats, before a slow, filthy grin spread across his lips and narrowed his eyes. “Would you rather I show him the video I have of me riding you in that chair? The chair we broke?”
Marc closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, but he could feel the heat of embarrassment rising in his face. He’d known that Angelo would be difficult to deal with, but hadn’t expected it to feel this awkward with Royce standing right next to him. Yes, he and Angelo had fucked. And yes, it had been hotter than hell. But it had just been sex.
A low chuckle from Royce helped, but it was the arm that wrapped around him from behind, pulling him close so that his back was pressed to Royce’s front, that made it better. “That gives me some interesting ideas.” Royce’s beard brushed against the back of his neck, and Marc shivered.
“Can I join?”
“No,” Marc and Royce said in unison, allowing Marc to finally relax. Royce wasn’t tempted by Angelo. He didn’t know what they were going to do after Royce had his mom back, and Marc was safe from whoever was trying to kill him, but he wanted to believe that they had a shot at something. Something that didn’t include Angelo.
Angelo’s plump lower lip stuck out in an enticing pout for a moment, and then he shrugged as if it really didn’t matter to him one way or the other. “So, we’re really going to steal the lost Raphael painting from Oscar Schmid? I love it.”
The thief walked over to the closet and started digging around for a new shirt, but Marc barely noticed. Royce’s entire body had stiffened at Angelo’s words.