“Um, no.”
“Come on, Angel. It’ll be fun.”
“Pat, there are people here.”
“That happens in a club.”
“But they’ll see me. I don’t dance.”
“You danced with me at Brenda’s.”
“That was different.”
“How?”
“They don’t dance like this at Brenda’s. I don’t dance like this.”
“Come on. It’ll be fun.”
Brad looked into Patrick’s eyes and caved at the eager expression he found on his lover’s face. “Fine. I’ll dance with you.”
“Great,” Patrick replied. He grabbed Brad’s free hand and pulled him onto the dance floor. Brad swallowed his nerves as Patrick pulled him into his arms. A strong hand lifted his chin until he was staring into green eyes. “Don’t worry about them. Just let go and trust me.”
“Trust you?”
“It’ll be just like when we were dancing at Brenda’s. Nothing to worry about.”
“You’re lucky I love you.”
“I tell myself that every day,” Patrick said. Brad stared into his lover’s eyes and felt himself melt. Screw dancing. At that moment, he would rob a bank if Patrick asked him. Brad closed his eyes as Patrick used the grip on his chin to pull him into a kiss. He moaned softly and let his lover nibble at his mouth. Brad hardly even noticed when they started moving to the music.
Resting his head against Patrick’s shoulder, Brad relaxed and allowed Patrick to move them. He ran his hands down his lover’s back. He’d finally become used to the cast and had stopped injuring Patrick with it. One of his hands dipped below Patrick’s waist, resting on the swell of his ass covered in leather pants. Brad was fond of Patrick’s “lucky” pants. He liked the way the caramel-colored leather clung to Patrick’s body. He could tell that his lover wasn’t wearing any underwear. Of course, the fact that they had changed together had let him in on that little secret.
Brad wasn’t sure how many songs they danced to; he just did as Patrick had said and relaxed. He was just starting to get thirsty when Patrick stopped moving. Brad pulled back and looked at him. “What?”
“Want to go and get a drink?”
Brad smiled. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
“Great minds. Come on, I can see Jack and Jeremy sitting at a table.” Patrick linked their fingers and started pulling him through the club.
“Jack and Jeremy? Where are Cam and Julian?”
“Still dancing. There’s a reason why Jack calls him Jitterbug, and Cam really does love to dance.”
“Where are the girls?”
“Somewhere in the middle of that mass of unattached men.”
Brad turned his head to see the large group that Patrick had indicated. “Wow. That’s a really large group of men.”
“Yep. Kennedy’s a stripper and Roz is a looker. Those guys have no idea what they’re getting themselves into.”
“The girls are going to be getting free drinks all night, aren’t they?”
“You can count on it.”
“Am I going to be getting free drinks?”
“That depends,” Patrick replied. He grinned at Brad. “Are you going to put out later?”
Brad leaned into his lover’s body and nipped Patrick’s chin. “If you play your cards right.”
“In that case, what would you like to drink?”
Brad laughed as Patrick deposited him at the table with Jack and Jeremy. “Beer’s fine. If we’re going to be doing more dancing, I don’t want anything stronger.”
“Beer it is. The two of you need anything else?”
“I’m good,” Jack stated, lifting the glass that he had.
“Same,” Jeremy added. Patrick nodded and headed to the bar. Brad watched as the leather-encased ass walked away from him. He was positive that Patrick added the extra wiggle to his hips just for him. Brad hummed happily and turned back to the two men at the table. When he saw the smiles on their faces, he felt a blush heat his cheeks.
“What?”
“He does have a nice ass, doesn’t he?” Jeremy was grinning at him.
“Yes.”
“It looked like the two of you were having a nice time out on the dance floor,” Jack interjected.
“We were. What are you two doing sitting down?”
“Cam and Julian wanted to dance with each other. It’s been so long since they’ve seen each other that we decided to humor them.” Jack’s eyes traveled back out to the dance floor. “They look like they’re having a good time.” He suddenly frowned. “And that guy better back away from them if he knows what’s good for him.”
Brad and Jeremy laughed at the scowl on Jack’s face. Letting the good humor he was feeling wash over him, Brad leaned back in the booth. He was pleasantly surprised that the two men had managed to snag them a booth. They must have grabbed it the moment the previous occupants left. At least that was his thought until he saw the tag on the table.
“Does that say ‘reserved’?” Brad asked.
“Yep.”
“Did we steal someone’s table?”
“No. We were brought over here by a waiter after he spotted us with Patrick and asked us if we were part of the Hawkins party.”
“Patrick reserved us a table?”
“Apparently your boyfriend has pull.”
“I’m starting to realize that.” Brad smiled as Patrick wove through the bodies on the dance floor and made his way back to the table. He deposited a beer on the table then slid into the booth next to Brad. Brad snuggled into his side as Patrick draped an arm around him. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” Patrick pressed a kiss to his head and pulled him even closer. Brad relaxed and slipped an arm around Patrick’s waist. He inhaled the scent of his lover and sighed happily.
“Why are you sitting down?” Kennedy demanded. She was standing at the end of the table with her arms crossed. “You should be dancing.”
“We’re taking a break and having a drink. Not all of us have attractive men bringing us drinks on the dance floor.”
“They’re not all attractive.”
“But they’re all paying.”
“Exactly. I guess I’ll just have to leave you guys here. Losers.” Kennedy stuck her tongue out at them before she disappeared back onto the dance floor.
“Sometimes I wonder why I’m friends with her.”
“I’m going to go with because she’s a female you,” Jack remarked. Brad burst into laughter as Patrick sputtered in indignation.
“She is not a female me!”
“Hey, I’ve known you and Kennedy longer than the others and she really is a female you,” Jeremy added.
“I can cook!”
“Sugar, if that’s the only difference you can find I’m not going to be able to defend you.” Brad grinned at Patrick as the others started to laugh. Patrick attempted to hold an angry expression, but it didn’t last long. He dissolved into laughter. Brad pressed a kiss to Patrick’s cheek. “Come on, let’s go dance some more.”
“Anything you want, Angel.” Patrick slid out of the booth and then reached for Brad’s hand. Brad linked their fingers and let his lover pull him out of the booth. They moved onto the dance floor, and Patrick pulled him into his arms again. “You seem more relaxed this time.”
“I am.”
“The booze?”
“No,” Brad replied with a laugh. “I just decided that being with you was more important than being self-conscious.”
Patrick smiled and lifted his chin for a kiss. Brad wrapped his arms around Patrick and surrendered to the kiss. He opened his mouth and allowed his lover’s tongue free range, moaning softly as their tongues twined together. He felt Patrick’s hands slip into the back pockets of his jeans and pull him closer. Brad wasn’t sure if they were even dancing anymore. All he could focus on was the feel of Patrick’s mouth against his.
Brad ran one hand up under Patrick’s shirt while the other grab
bed his leather-clad rear. Patrick moaned into his mouth and pressed closer. Brad shifted slightly so he had one of his legs between Patrick’s, with his thigh pressing against his lover’s erection. Patrick ground into him with a groan, and Brad felt his arousal spike. He was happily letting Patrick grind against him when he heard whistles and catcalls. Brad broke away from the kiss to see people staring at them. He blushed and buried his face in Patrick’s neck.
“Looks like we have an audience,” Patrick murmured. He had removed his hands from Brad’s back pockets and was now running them soothingly over Brad’s back.
Brad sighed. “I noticed.”
“What do you want to do about it?”
“How about we get off the dance floor for a bit?”
“Sounds like a plan.” Patrick gave him a brief squeeze before pushing him away slightly. Brad linked their fingers together and pulled him back to their booth. When they arrived, everyone else was sitting there and there was a bottle of champagne on the table.
“Champagne?”
“It’s almost midnight, Angel.” Patrick pushed Brad into the booth before climbing in after him. Brad ended up sitting between Patrick and Roz. Roz leaned against him and giggled. She actually giggled. Brad smothered a laugh. It seemed as though the men had been buying her a rather large amount of drinks.
“Having a good time, Roz?”
“Kennedy and I were playing with the boys.”
“And how did that go?”
“I think Kennedy broke one of them.”
“Did you break any?”
Roz’s face took on a look of intense concentration. “No, but I think I made one cry.”
“Why?”
“He grabbed my ass. I may have ‘accidentally’ kneed him in the groin,” Roz replied. She had even made air quotes when she said “accidentally.”
“You are a dangerous woman, Roz.”
“And don’t you forget it.”
“Time to fill the glasses. It’s almost midnight,” Julian remarked. Patrick leaned over the table and started filling the glasses and passing them around. When everyone had a full glass of champagne, he sat back down and pulled Brad to his side.
Since he didn’t have a watch, Brad was about to ask Julian what time it was when the music in the club suddenly stopped. A voice came over the speaker counting down. When the voice reached “one,” the entire bar screamed “Happy New Year.” Brad leaned into the center of the table so he was able to clink glasses with all of his friends. Once he had taken a sip of his champagne—which was very good—he put the glass back on the table and turned to face his lover. Brad reached up and threaded his fingers through Patrick’s sweat-dampened hair and pulled his lover into a New Year’s kiss.
Brad used his tongue to tease Patrick’s lips apart. When they parted, Brad delved inside, tasting a faint hint of Patrick under the taste of champagne. He found that he liked the way the champagne tasted in Patrick’s mouth more than the way it tasted in a glass. Brad slid a hand behind Patrick’s head, twining his fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. Patrick shuddered in his arms and moved closer. Brad was debating climbing into his lover’s lap when he remembered they were in a club. He broke the kiss and pulled back reluctantly.
“Happy New Year, Pat.”
“Happy New Year, Angel.” Patrick pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Do you want to dance some more?”
“Actually, I’m about ready to go.”
“You don’t want to shake your groove thing?”
Brad leaned forward and nipped Patrick’s chin. “I have other plans.”
“You guys ready to go?” Patrick asked. He practically jumped out of the booth as the others laughed. Brad smiled at his lover. He couldn’t really complain about Patrick’s eagerness; he was also looking forward to being alone with his lover.
“Looks like it’s time to pack it in,” Cam remarked. He got out of the booth and turned his attention to Kennedy and Roz. “Ladies?”
“We’re coming,” Kennedy replied. Brad laughed as she gave a large sigh before getting out of the booth. He linked his hand with Patrick’s as the eight of them made their way to the front of the club. They paused to get their jackets and—once they were suitably clothed—stepped out into the cold Calgary night where the limo was waiting for them.
Brad still couldn’t believe that Patrick had rented them a limo. If he’d had any doubts about the money his lover claimed to have, he didn’t anymore. Brad had been surprised when the limo had shown up to retrieve them, but when it had stopped at a rather upscale hotel in Calgary, he had been stunned. When Patrick had shown him to the suite that he had booked them into, Brad’s mouth had dropped open. He had even booked the others rooms on the same floor. Patrick had gone out of his way to plan an amazing New Year’s Eve, and Brad had no idea how he had managed to do it.
After climbing into the limo, Brad curled into Patrick’s side for the ride to the hotel. He let his eyes wander over the others in the limo as they traveled. Jack and Julian were curled in the same position as he and Patrick were. Kennedy, who had insisted she was fine, was nearly passed out against Cam’s shoulder. Jeremy and Roz were chatting about something. Brad couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so happy. It was like his life was finally on track.
The doorman opened the limo door when they arrived at the hotel. The eight of them entered the hotel together and made their way to the elevators. Brad let the chatter of the others flow over them as the elevator carried them to their floor. From what he heard of the conversation, they were talking about the men that had been hitting on Kennedy and Roz. The elevator stopped on their floor, and Brad allowed Patrick to pull him down the hall. He leaned against his lover’s side as the other man used the keycard to open the door. Brad followed Patrick into the hotel room. He allowed his lover to close the door and put the keycard on the small table before he pushed him back against the door. Brad licked along Patrick’s jaw before nipping at his ear.
“Damn, Angel.”
“You taste good,” Brad remarked. He released Patrick’s ear and licked down his lover’s neck, pushing the collar of his coat of his way. Patrick shuddered as he ran his tongue over the fading mark on his neck. Brad smiled against his neck and pressed a gentle kiss to the mark. “It’s fading.”
“That would be your fault,” Patrick moaned. His hands clutched at Brad’s waist. “I can’t really mark myself.”
“I guess I’ll just have to fix that.” Brad pulled away from Patrick just long enough to drop his coat to the floor and push Patrick’s off of his shoulders. The moment he had more of Patrick’s neck exposed, Brad latched onto the fading mark. He felt Patrick wriggle against him before arms wrapped around him. Patrick’s coat hit his feet as Brad pulled him closer.
Brad used one hand to tilt Patrick’s head to one side, giving him better access to his neck. He bit down on the skin between his teeth as Patrick’s hands clutched at his back. Brad sucked on the skin trapped between his teeth, and Patrick moaned. His lover ground his hips against his, and Brad could feel the smooth glide of leather over his jeans. Brad gave the trapped skin one last nip before he pulled away.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, Brad looked over his lover. Patrick was panting heavily as he leaned against the door. Brad could see the muscles in his legs twitching under the leather pants and knew that the door was the only thing holding Patrick up. His green eyes were blown wide with desire, and he kept licking his lips as he looked at Brad. Patrick raised a shaking hand to the mark on his neck, moaning when his fingers pressed against it.
“Shit,” Brad muttered. He reached out and grabbed Patrick’s hand, pulling his lover to him. He wrapped his arms around Patrick as he stumbled and pulled him into a kiss. Brad pushed into Patrick’s mouth when his lover parted his lips with a moan. He buried one hand in Patrick’s hair as the casted arm grabbed his lover’s leather-clad ass. Brad pulled Patrick close and ground against him. He smiled into his lover’s mouth as Patrick ground
back. Brad began walking backwards, pulling Patrick along with him. He wanted to get his lover in bed. Immediately.
Brad stumbled as he banged into the wall. When Patrick pressed against him, Brad moaned and bit at his lips. Since he could only feel the wall against part of his back, Brad was fairly certain they had made it to the door of the bedroom. He wrapped his injured arm around Patrick’s waist and used the other to push away from the wall, spinning them through the door. Brad’s arm tightened around Patrick as the other man stumbled slightly. The stumble broke their kiss. Brad moved to continue it, but Patrick put a hand on his chest to stop him.
Brad stopped moving and gave his lover a slightly confused look. He felt his cock twitch at the smile that Patrick gave him. His eyes were drawn to his lover’s hands as Patrick ran them down his own chest. Patrick’s hands flattened the material of his white sleeveless button-down, making his nipple rings visible. Brad felt his mouth water and actually raised a hand to wipe at his mouth. Patrick grinned then ran his hands back up his chest and began to slowly undo the buttons. Brad began to pant as Patrick’s smooth, tattooed skin was slowly revealed. When Patrick removed the shirt and tossed it to the floor, Brad pounced.
They ended up falling back onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. Brad pressed Patrick onto the bed and began to kiss his way down his chest. When he stopped to toy with a nipple ring, Patrick’s hands clamped onto the back of his head. Brad pulled the ring into his mouth and twisted it slightly with his tongue. Patrick’s back arched with enough force that he nearly tossed Brad off of him. Brad shifted until he got a better grip on his lover’s body and pressed him back into the mattress. He moved his mouth to the other nipple and tormented that one until Patrick was begging beneath him.
“Angel,” Patrick moaned. Brad gave the ring between his teeth one more tug before he released it and lifted his head. Patrick was spread out beneath him and panting. It was a good look on him. Brad ran his fingers down Patrick’s chest, smiling when Patrick shivered under his touch. Bracing his hands on his lover’s chest, Brad leaned down and took the panting lips in a ravenous kiss. Patrick’s arms wrapped around him and pulled him closer.
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