Chapter 9

In between trips, he introduced me to the rest of the group, all great guys, who made me feel welcome. Once we were done, Paul and I waved goodbye to the other members, and he took me back inside the club to relax a bit and get a few more drinks.

“Bud,” he told the bartender, and I asked for a soda with lime. I wanted to be wide awake for the rest of the night’s activities.

“So how’d we do?” Paul asked, pulling me as close to him as possible with our barstools. I threw a leg over his and rested a hand on his waist.

“You rocked out. It was awesome, dude. I’m sure my face is shiny from all the dancing I did.”

“I want to lick that sweat right off your skin, honey,” he said, leaning in to sniff at my neck and trail his tongue up my cheek.

“Shit, Paul. Unless you want me to blow right here in front of an audience, dial it back a bit.”

“I will, though I think you might actually let yourself go right here, if I asked you to.” He ran a thick finger over my lips and I nipped at it.