Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 103637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
So when Mike slid between his thighs at the bar, Arden had no other way out but to back out farther. This time, he was aware of the edge on the other side, as well as the whole wall of unmanned alcohols he could still infuse his brain with.
“Where are you going? That area is staff only,” Mike said. A blatant lie, since people got behind the bar and helped themselves to the liquor all the time, but Arden might as well go with it.
“You see, I’ve just gotten this job,” he slurred, leaning against the counter with a broad smile while the party around them blurred into neon colors.
Mike snorted. “Aren’t you too young to work with alcohol?”
“No. I’m an old soul.” Arden said, hovering his fingers over the bottles, unable to make his choice. “I offer other services than just bartending though. This is just a side gig.”
Mike took the bait. His eyes grew less focused, and he licked his lips, resting his muscular forearms on the counter. He no longer noticed all the skimpily-clad girls, as if only Arden existed in his innermost fantasies.
“What kind of services?”
Arden glanced over Mike’s shoulder, but no one was paying attention to them. “Illicit, so shhh…” He put his finger against his lips, tempting Mike closer with his gaze.
He didn’t manage to finish the shushing gesture before Mike jumped onto the counter and rolled to the other side, facing Arden. His gaze was pure heat, and its touch triggered shivers all over Arden despite others around them. Kane was loudly arguing with Axel, who didn’t seem to be listening, and Mona was the one showing off her skill on the pole.
Nothing happened. Yet. The calm before the storm.
“Yeah?” Mike breathed, stepping so close it took Arden’s breath away. Mike smelled of bourbon, but he kept his hands to himself.
Arden scanned their surroundings conspicuously, but they were alone behind the bar, with no one heading over. When faced with Mike’s wide shoulders, the tattooed arms, the hands adorned with signets that would pulverize anyone trying to hurt Arden, it dawned on him through the haze of booze that he wanted this man. More than anyone before.
No matter how Mike identified, and whatever his relationship hang-ups were, the itch to serve this stallion in his prime on hands and knees was like a red hot poker against Arden’s face.
He slipped two fingers under Mike’s belt, looking up. “That was a lie,” he whispered, and guided Mike’s hand to the top of his stocking. “I’m just always horny, so might as well take money for it,” he teased to make Mike question what part of it was true and what wasn’t.
Mike swallowed and opened his wallet with one hand before offering it to Arden, his fingers slipping under the elastic band at the top of the stocking while his face grew darker. “What’s on the menu, you little slut?”
Arden teased the large belt buckle open and stood on his toes to give Mike’s lips a lick. “Close your eyes.”
Mike bit back a smile and waved his wallet in front of Arden. “Are you saying that you won’t charge me?”
Arden snatched the wallet, but realized he had nowhere to put it so he dipped it under his T-shirt, into the bra he wore tonight. “You might be a stud, but I’ll still take your money.” His head was overheating from the closeness that shouldn’t have been happening and he cupped Mike’s cock through the jeans.
Rock hard.
Arden’s eyelids fluttered with excitement at the bad choice he was about to make.
Mike shut his eyes and leaned against the counter, throwing his head back already, his mouth catching air as if there wasn’t enough oxygen in it to keep him conscious.
“Oh, baby… it’s all yours.”
There was enough time to pull back. To make it into a joke and tease Mike. To open his wallet and claim there wasn’t enough inside.
But Arden got to his knees instead, because he was the one drawn like a kitten to fresh catnip. He struggled for breath as he unzipped Mike’s jeans, his ears filled with muted rock music. He got tunnel vision and craved to suck on that stunning cock like his life depended on it. Rational thinking was for losers.
So he leaned in to breathe in the scent of Mike’s arousal and looked up when warm hands cupped his face, thumbs petting his cheekbones. Mike’s face was shadowed, but his chest pumped air at a slow, languid pace, taking it in big gulps each time. He was so there with Arden, so very grounded in this moment.
“My sweet little kitten.”
He’d been right. They both wanted it so bad. Arden only had so much self-control around this man with steady hands, who carried him with ease and had a cock Arden had wet dreams about.