Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
The music was too loud for him to hear Ty’s laugh but he felt it against his chest.
Ty drove his hand into Kell’s hair and kissed his throat. He let his head fall back as Ty towered over him for the whole club to see.
“What the fuck?” Duke’s stern voice cut into their lust but neither of them broke character. Instead they kept touching and putting on a show. “That’s your damn plan? To come in here like goddamn SuperFly. How is this “zero attention”?”
Kell felt Ty smile behind his ear. He was enjoying this more than he thought. When Ty had first told him his plan in the hotel room, he’d had to kiss Kell and reassure him for twenty minutes that he could do this. At first, he’d been all nerves when they’d walked in the club and attracted all the attention they thought they would, plus some. He wasn’t used to being the center of attention. It was another reason he’d stayed covered most of his life. Until Ty had shown him how handsome he was inside and out. And all those bullies hated Kell’s beauty for one reason. They didn’t possess it.
“Calm down, Duke,” Brian said next. “You’re distracting them.”
He and Ty couldn’t respond, their device was only for listening. None of the bosses told them abort, so they were staying on point.
“Spotted him,” Ty said in Kell’s ear. “One o’clock at the bar.”
Kell turned in Ty’s arms and rested his back against his chest. He moved his head to the music and surveyed the club, making suggestive eye contact with several of the men before averting his eyes. He saw Alexander Donovan sitting at the end of the bar, talking to one of the bartenders. He was dressed in a hunter-green suit with no shirt under the jacket and black loafers. A smattering of hair covered his chest and tapered down over his abdomen. Kell thought he looked like a creep. Because he was. He was a drug-dealing cretin. They’d spotted him, but of course, Alexander Donovan was staring right at them, too. No one had missed when they’d come in.
Their server arrived with their drinks and set them on the table. When he was finished, he wasted no time coming back to stand between Ty’s parted thighs. There wasn’t enough room for him, only Kell. He narrowed his eyes at the server but caught himself when Ty pecked his lips. The waiter glanced at Kell, inching closer to him.
“Hi,” he said, gazing softly into Kell’s eyes.
“Hey, sexy.” Kell’s voice was throaty.
He pulled the man away from Ty and wrapped his arms around his waist and began to sway with him to the music. They were about the same height as Kell leaned in and placed his lips on the waiter’s ear. He trembled in Kell’s tight hold as he told him what he wanted him to do. Told him how grateful and appreciative he’d be if he helped them out. The server nodded periodically as his body moved to the beat. Kell took a one-hundred dollar bill out of his pocket and tucked it into the boy’s shorts, then gave him another long caress over his bare chest. “So, you’ll do this for me?”
“Mmhmm.” He practically moaned, pushing the bill deeper into his shorts. He walked away to, hopefully, do the job he’d been paid for. By the time Kell stood next to Ty again, everyone was trying to get their attention to see if they could come into the VIP area and get handled by them next.
Kell immediately pointed out another hottie server and gave him a provocative come-hither finger. The guy wasted no time ditching the man he’d been talking to and hurrying over to them. Kell let him past the red rope, giving the ripped waiter a good once over like he wanted him for a late snack. Ty licked his full lips as if he approved and pulled the server to him. Now he had two sexy men on his arm. Alexander, their jumper, had none.
Their other server went to the bar as if he was waiting for more drinks. Kell held his breath, praying their jumper took the bait. When Ty had come up with their plan, he’d said he believed Alexander was a man who hated to be showed up. Usually, he was the most important person in the club. Always with an entourage and people vying for his attention. How dare he and Ty come in there and steal his thunder. That was probably the reason he was hiding over there behind the bar.
Alexander turned in their direction again. Ty stared back at him. Two alphas squaring off. Just as they’d hoped, Alexander leaned toward their cute waiter, who was supposedly waiting to fill Kell’s drink order and started to flirt mercilessly. Alexander couldn’t be in VIP, couldn’t fuck with Kell and Ty’s status, so he’d take whatever he could from them. The man pulled out a thick bank roll—drug money—and flashed it at the young server. The kid licked his lips and glanced over in Kell’s direction. He gave him a slight apologetic shrug and took the multiple bills Alexander was offering. The smug-as-hell grin Alexander threw at Ty was classic.