Night Shift: A Gay Lovers Romance (The Neon Glass Club Book 2)

by Alex Roberts

  After five rings, I heard her sleepy “Hello?”

  “Sue, it’s Brandon. The power went out at the store.” My voice shook. That energy still hadn’t found its way out, my semi-woody was still present, and it was working me into a high sense of agitation.

  “Hmm…” she sighed, and I could imagine she was probably lying in bed, oblivious to what was going on outside. “You need to lock up the doors, then. While you’re doing that, I’ll check out the weather forecast for you.”

  “Okay.” I hurried around to the register, being sure not to make eye contact with Jamie, and grabbed the store keys from their hook near the office then hustled back to the two main entrance doors.

  Strange that I was locking up the store. Stranger still when I turned our open sign to closed. The Open 24/7 neon sign above me normally shined a radiant blue and red, letting everyone know we were open, no matter what. It was now dark.

  “Yeah, they extended the Winter Storm Warning,” Sue said with a yawn. “Roads are closed from Sommersville to the state line. You should have closed a long time ago.”

  Okay. Now that agitation was turning back into anger. Really? I glanced at Jamie — if he wasn’t here flirting with me, maybe I would have called before now to check in with Sue as to what our policy about these things was. No. It wasn’t him. And how the hell was I supposed to know to close earlier? Sue could have called. She’d never so much as said a word about not being open twenty-four-seven.

  Jamie coughed into his hand.

  “Is there a customer there with you?” she asked, more alert now.

  My heartrate ticked up. “Um, no. Haven’t had a customer in hours.” I kept my eyes on Jamie. “The delivery driver is stranded here.”

  Sue huffed in understanding. “Well, I would say clock out and go home, but with the roads closed, you’re probably stuck, aren’t you?

  “Yeah. Jamie – the driver – he said he barely made it here, and my P.O.S. isn’t going to fare better than his truck.”

  “Okay, do you want me to call emergency services? I’m sure they can send someone out there to get you.”

  I considered it for a moment. “What kind of heat does this place have? It’s electric, right?”

  “The furnace is, yes. I’ll call the police.”

  I rubbed my forehead. “No. Don’t do that. If the weather advisory is that broad, I’m sure they’re stretched thin. It’s fine in here so far. I can just kinda hunker down until the morning.”

  “Are you sure? What about the driver?”

  I surveyed Jamie from the corner of my eye. He leaned against the counter, those big biceps folded over his chest again. He, at least, appeared to have collected himself. That self-content smile was back. Of course, he was content; the guy just got his cock sucked.

  I rubbed at my forehead much hard – as though I could physically press the thoughts out. “He’s fine. I mean, he’s okay with staying here, too.”

  She sounded relieved and ready to head back to bed. “Alright. I’ll first thing in the morning to make sure a plow heads down right away. Don’t open the coolers, okay?”

  I nodded, realized she couldn’t see me, then cleared my throat and answered, “Okay.”

  “I have a little emergency kit. I don’t think it’s ever been used. There’s a battery powered radio underneath the counter and a flash light. Oh, and a blanket in the storage room.”

  Great, stuck with him, and one blanket.

  I glanced at Jamie again, and he grinned back at me. He moved to the racks and bent close so he could see in the dim light. He found some jerky and showed it to me, silently asking for permission. I waved my hand at him, and he tore right into it.

  “Okay. Radio. Flashlight. Blanket. Got it,” I replied.

  Sue yawned again. “Take care. Stay warm, and I’ll see you in the morning. You really should have called earlier.”

  I tapped the ‘End’ key on the phone, the anger boiling over into a loathing sense of dread. Alone in a convenience store with a man who I’d just sucked off. Part of me really wanted to pick up where we left off. Part of me wanted to bury my head in that blanket and never come out.

  Jamie took a step forward. “Well?”

  I had the distinct feeling he wasn’t asking what Sue had said, but I decided that question was easier to answer than one he was really alluding to. “We’re stuck here. I guess the roads are closed all the way to the state line.” I caught the time on my cell: 2:45. I shoved it back into my jeans pocket and then went to retrieve the radio from under the counter.

  There was no telling if the batteries were good, and if I needed more, the office door where extras were stored was locked. I’d have to break open a sales package.

  I tuned in the closest radio station I could find, held the small FM radio tight, and listened to the weather report. Sure enough, officials were telling people not to go outside if they didn’t have to and were advising truckers and motorists alike to pull over the nearest weight station or rest stop — that was probably why I hadn’t seen any customers for a while. Jamie came closer and leaned on the counter to listen in as the newscaster said plows were being brought in from surrounding counties which weren’t being hit as hard. Hopefully, they’d be around soon.

  I left the station playing and set the radio down on the counter, avoiding Jamie’s nearness and directing my attention to the front of the store, staring out the window at the falling snow and the white patch of nothingness stretching across the lot and the fields ahead. Nope. Not a plow in sight.

  Jamie heaved away from the counter. The rustling of plastic followed by a pop caught my ear. He came back into my field of vision with an open package of potato chips in his hands. “Well, what do we do?”

  I shrugged. There wasn’t much we could do. Somehow, I felt like the horrible employee, stranded at work because I wasn’t paying any attention to the warnings. Of course, if it weren’t for Jamie’s company, maybe I would have known. And, I wouldn’t feel like a damn ass for going down on a guy in the storeroom.

  “Not much. I’m getting kinda tired. Maybe I’ll find that blanket and take a nap,” I answered, keeping my attention past the large windows and toward the snow.

  He chomped on a salt and vinegar potato chip, and because of the silence in the dark store – despite the wind and the radio – I could hear it crunch. I realized I was still in work mode. I untied my apron and flopped it down on the counter then moved for the benches by the front. My name tag joined my apron as I walked past the counter and Jamie on the opposite side.

  I stood there – just looking out. It was dark and quiet and somehow very beautiful out there.

  A sigh followed came from beside me as Jamie joined in staring out the window. “I think I drank half that pot of coffee. I’m not ready for a nap.”

  I knew what he was insinuating – that question I had refused to answer. “Well, you don’t have to join me.”

  He wrapped an arm around my shoulder, scooting closer. “Maybe I want to.”

  “It’d get rather boring, unless you’re in the habit of watching men sleep, and that’s just creepy.”

  He bent around to get a look at me. “You’re strange, you know that?”

  His tone was deadpan, so I had to inspect him. Sure enough, it was in his eyes. Sarcasm. I shrugged. “There’s not much to do in here besides eat chips and jerky.”

  “I know something we could do,” he said.

  I made a half-hearted attempt to pull away. He reached across my body and took hold of my collar again, pulling me to turn to him. I let him pull. His lips were back on that spot he’d found before – the hollow beneath my jaw, and I tipped my head back, needing his touch. My heart fluttered and caught in my throat. He pressed his lips on my skin, and I exhaled all my desire in one heavy breath.

  My hands came up to his sides, and I took hold. “Not here.” I grabbed his shirt and forced him back.

  He quickly backpedaled, and I followed him, guiding him back to the storage room
. It was significantly darker back there with just the one flood light, but that was all I needed. The line of shadows told me where the boxes were stacked on the floor. He stopped moving once we reached the nearest one and leaned over me. Desire flooded my senses, as he felt for the button on my pants, wrenching them open.

  He dove into a kiss, claiming me with a passionate force, and all the energy from before came surging back. I reveled in his power. He opened my jeans, pushing them down my thighs, and felt down my briefs. I was hard already, and Jamie went under my waistband and wrapped his fingers around my cock. He pulled my dick out and stroked my length to the base of my shaft. His fingers kneaded through my hair and pulled me into his fervent kiss.

  A grunting-groan echoed from his lungs. My cock hardened stiff under his palm. He stopped to rub against my balls before returning to jerk me again. I pulled at his shirt, needing contact with his skin again. Those hard muscles were heaven under my fingers.

  “Jesus,” he breathed between my lips, hot and moist.

  I finally got what I wanted. I bite at his bottom lip before dipping my head to his shoulder and gently sank my teeth in, groaning at the hot flesh under my tongue. I swept across his skin, grazing my teeth over his muscle. I’d wanted him all night, craving his touch, and leaned closer to smell his masculine scent. I’d lost my mind.

  I needed to get back to where we were. I had unfinished business. Before, it was me get shoved to the wall, but now, I shifted my hips so let go of my cock and twisted him. Big man as he was, I shoved him up against the shelving and went for his belt. I was in a heated frenzy, and I had his jeans down and was on my knees in seconds.

  He cursed loud as I took him in. His big cock muffled my gasp as he thrust into my mouth. His shaft twitched and pulsed, and he yelled. I swallowed him, and he rocked into me, breathing hard and steady. His fingers coursed through my hair, and he growled as hips thrust.

  One more curse, and Jamie grabbed hold of my shoulders, forcing me to turn around and then pressed into me. Still on my knees, I bent forward on a box and looked over my shoulder. Jamie descended behind me and bent over my back.

  He took hold of my shoulder with a strong grip and lifted me against until my back was against his chest. His arm wrapped across my collarbone, and he held me fast, his other hand flattening down my abdomen to my balls. He pumped my shaft, his own erection pressing against my jeans.

  “You gonna fuck me?” I whispered.

  My thoughts scattered. Without an answer, he wrapped my hands around my hips and jerked my ass up and out. He peeled my jeans off my rear, exposing my skin to the cold air. He took hold of me again, pushing my ass back to him, and his cock came into place between my legs.

  “Hell yes,” he groaned.

  He produced the tattoo ointment from his jeans pocket and squeezed it on his fingers then slid them up my crack, burying deep between my ass cheeks and to my tight hole.

  A moan came from my throat, and responded with a growl. My fingernails dug into the cardboard box as his finger pressed inside.

  “Fuck,” I hissed.

  My muscles seized his finger as I opened to him. Slowly, he thrust his finger inside until my heavy breathing settled, then he went further to the knuckle.

  “I knew it.” He snatched my hair between his fingers and yanked my head up. “You were flirting with me all night.”

  Jamie pumped his finger inside of me, curling it to hit the right spot. I thrilled under his power. Another finger joined the first, and he thrust in, opening me wider. My moan came out trembling this time, and he held my head in place as kissed down my neck. There was an edge of roughness to his play, and I responded with submission. I let him take me. I let him force me into position, and I let him take what he wanted. He wanted me, and every muscle in his body moved to seize me.

  My knees quaked as he stretched me further, finding my prostate and rubbing against it. He let me go and pressed my chest into the box. I grabbed on and held tight, burying my face into the crook of my elbow. I let out another heavy moan and mumbled all the words I wanted to say to him into my arm. Keep going. Don’t stop. I want your cock. I need you to fuck me.

  He removed his fingers from my asshole and slid his other hand down to my hard shaft and thumbed over my slit. He pinned me to the boxes and held his finger there, and I writhed underneath him until he’d had enough torture, himself, and began to stroke again. He pressed his hard cock between my legs and rocked his hips, tempting me with motion. I adjusted my ass underneath him to try to get him to move up between my cheeks.

  He pulled away once more and I turned to him, but he shoved me chest first back into the boxes. He was strong, and he held me there with his forearm between my shoulder blades. I made a feeble effort to push myself up, but I was not match, and I submitted to his brute force. His hand returned, lubing his cock then rubbing his length across my ass and thrusting my fingers deeper.

  I tensed in preparation. His hand was at my hip again, pulling to position my ass. He wasn’t gentle. He groaned as grabbed onto my shoulder and adjusted me. His aggression had me on edge. I’d had men before, but I’d never been taken. I wanted this. I wanted him to sink in and ride me.

  “Fuck me, dammit.”

  My muscles went taut and relaxed over and over. His fingers probed into me again and rubbed against my prostate. I seized down on the cardboard, and it tore under my fingertips. Jamie pulled back on my hair, turning my head. He saw him. I saw the animal inside. His teeth were bared, and his eyes were wild. He smelt of leather and sweet cologne. I closed my eyes and breathed him in. He kissed me – soft. His gentleness in the throes of aggression took me off guard and made my chest swell.

  The touch of his skin on mine electrified my nerves. His lips gave a firm pressure, and I responded. My body, my brain moved in slow motion, but my heart thundered out of control. His fingers left my hair and trailed down my neck then around to my chest. He leaned down and flattened himself over my back. His skin was soft, and the hard muscle beneath twitched.

  The response of my body to his lit a fire inside of me. His lips pushed forward, seeking for more, and I greeted him with an eagerness that welled up from the pit of my soul. He traced lines over my chest and plunged down to my abdomen. I could feel his biceps and shoulders flex as he gripped at my body and drew me against his groin.

  The wind howled in the distance, and he kissed me. His fingers grazed over my skin. I struggled to master my excitement, but it found its way out in a gasping moan. His palm flattened against my stomach as he slowly traveled lower. My cock twitched and swelled. I responded to his ministering fingers. He growled into my mouth, and my erection became full. I pumped into his palm as the evidence of his arousal pressed into my body from behind. He was intoxicating. A hunger grew with an intensity that demanded satisfaction. He wanted me. He was ready to fuck me. Would I let him? Damn right. Desire flooded through me. Lust and the overwhelming impulse for him to take me.

  He snaked his arm around my waist, taking up all of the spare space left between our bodies. Any measure of self-consciousness melted away as his lips breezed over the back of my shoulders. I arched into his mouth and cried out, soft and broken. Jamie’s wet tongue played over my neck, and his teeth grazed my skin. The desire. The need. It surfaced. I moaned for him and ground against his erection.

  He slid his palm up the length of my cock. He snarled. Up and down, slow and steady pressure, he pumped me. I relished in his ragged breath — in those wild eyes. He dove in and greedily kissed me. When was the last time a man had been so eager to claim me? He removed his fingers and guided his cock to my opening. He placed his tip at my entrance, and the touch of his cockhead to my bud sent a thrill up my core. A bead of pre-cum coated his tip. He slipped in without resistance. I groaned, and my legs quaked as he pressed into me.

  The sensation was immediate. My tight walls bore down on him, and he grunted in satisfaction. My breath caught in my lungs — Jesus, he felt so damn good — and I pushed back wit
h another stifled moan into his lips. He slid his hand up my abs to my chest, grabbing a handful of skin. I clenched down on the boxes, trying to steady myself and my neediness but not succeeding.

  His breathing deepened and became staccato. “Damn… fuck, Brandon,” his voice came stifled in a breathy groan.

  “Harder.” I needed the animal.

  The words were all he needed. The exotic, confident word of a man with his cock buried inside me. The swelling pressure in my prostate bore down on me. His cock was the biggest I’d ever taken. He broke our kiss and slammed my chest back down, creating space between us once again.

  That’s when he went to work, circling his hips and thrusting. I screamed out and bucked. I set my jaw and snarled. I twisted to look back at the man filling me. I explored his hard body as his chest and biceps flexed. His lips snarled. He drilled into me like I wanted, growling like a caged beast. My hips twitched, and I was preparing to come. He ground against my prostate with every damned stroke, and the waves rising into my core had me ready to blow.

  Jamie thrust in to the hilt, and I flexed around him, my entire body in tension, my legs aching down to my ankles, but I didn’t give a damn. He reached behind his own shoulder and wrenched his shirt over his head. I watched, transfixed on the sight.

  Jamie’s muscles tensed, and the shadowed, black ink lines moved when he did. He leaned over me and pulled my shirt away from his back then planted his hot skin against mine. I groaned under the intimate touch. He wrapped an arm around me, tightened his grasp on my chest and straightened, bringing me with him. I lifted my shirt over my head, but he grabbed the material, leaving it hanging and trapping my arms.

  He used those powerful thighs to thrust inside me, and every stroke was bliss. Jamie brushed his lips over my shoulders, not letting go of my imprisoned arms. I was his captive – at his mercy. I worked at a steady pace, pumping into me, sweat slicking the space between our bodies.