Looking for Trouble(3)

Still, he asked, “Are you married?”

Was it him, or did Sad Eyes flinch?

“No.”

“Are you sure?” Dylan pressed.

“I think it’s something I’d know.” He looked away then, picking up his glass and swallowing the rest of what was inside.

“You here alone?” Dylan asked, and the man nodded. “Are you looking to stay alone?” he queried next, earning himself a snicker that made his dick twitch and tingles settle in his lower gut. Oh yeah, this man really fucking did it for him.

“I’m not. I have a feeling we’re here for the same thing, but no offense, kid, I think you’re a little too young for me.”

Dylan crossed his arms and pretended to pout—okay, maybe he wasn’t totally pretending. “I’m twenty-five.”

“I’m forty-five.”

“Have trouble getting it up at that age? I’m sure we can figure something out…”

That got Sad Eyes’ attention. He turned his barstool so he faced Dylan and cocked a brow at him. “That’s cute. Not a problem, though. Maybe when you get a little older, you’ll understand that some things just get better with age.”

“Oh, I don’t have to be older to understand that. Why do you think out of every man in the bar, I approached you?”

His eyes glazed over with lust, and Dylan held back his smile. Gotcha.

“You think so, huh?”

“I know so. And I think you’ll be highly impressed with me too. See, quality comes with age, but some people are just born with it. I’m one of those people. Your quality and mine…might just be the best sex either of us has ever had.”

He chuckled, a half grin on his face that did all sorts of things to Dylan. It was a smile that told him he’d definitely get what he wanted. Still, to ensure his win, Dylan turned around and patted his own ass. “Come on. I’ve been doing my squats and everything.”

A low growl slipped from Sad Eyes’ mouth, and damned if it didn’t make something rumble inside Dylan too. Fuck, Gorgeous McHottie was hot, and Dylan wanted him.

“You live close?” Sad Eyes asked.

“I have a room less than a block away.”

“I already paid for my drink. Let’s go.” He got off the stool and began making his way through the crowd, without waiting for Dylan. He caught up quickly, though he was unsure why he was so determined to have Sad Eyes specifically tonight. Was it the eyes? The fact that he’d tried to feign non-interest? Just the fact that he was sexy as hell? All Dylan knew was the buzz beneath his skin when it came to the man and how it intensified by the second.

The moment they stepped outside the building, they were greeted by a rush of air and the sound of cars. “Which way?” Sad Eyes asked.

“Follow me.” Dylan grabbed his hand, determined to make this what he wanted to. Yeah, they were both looking for a quick fuck, but he also wasn’t going to let everything be on Sad Eyes’ terms.

Luckily, he didn’t try to pull away. Dylan led him to the cheap motel where he’d gotten a room. They went up the stairs, down three doors, and he let go of Sad Eyes’ hand while his fingers fumbled with the key.

“You know it’s not safe to invite strange men to your room,” he said from behind Dylan.

“Are you planning on killing me?” he asked. “That might be a bit of a buzzkill.”

“No, but just because I know that, you don’t. You shouldn’t take strange men to your motel room if no one knows they’re there.”

Door unlocked, Dylan turned around and leaned against it, looking up into those sad eyes. What was it about this man and his fucking eyes? “Why didn’t you say that at the bar?”

“I was distracted by your ass. Good play, by the way.”

That made Dylan smile. He curtsied. “Thank you.”

“Take my picture.”

“What?” Dylan asked.

“Take my picture and send it to a friend. I won’t come inside until you do. Let that be a lesson next time you pick someone up in a bar. Always protect yourself, kid.”

His pulse sped up in an unfamiliar way. “That’s…sweet.” It really was. He’d never had someone consider his safety and well-being like that before.

“It’s smart.”

“Sweet and smart, and actually sexy. Lots of s’s.” Instead of grabbing his own phone, Dylan plucked Gorgeous McHottie’s out of his pocket, snapped a photo of him, and texted it to himself. That would have to do because he didn’t have friends close enough that he could text it to. He couldn’t say that, so he lied. “My phone is dead.” Really, he thought it couldn’t hurt to have the guy’s digits. “He’s going to be jealous, which is always fun. Kill two birds with one stone.” Dylan winked at him and opened the door.

The second they were inside, Sad Eyes crushed his lips against Dylan’s. He tasted faintly of alcohol but more of desire. His tongue pushed into Dylan’s mouth, making him groan. Strong hands grabbed his ass, squeezed, and Dylan trembled with anticipation.

He dropped the phone, wrapped his arms around Sad Eyes’ neck, tightened his fingers in Sad Eyes’ hair. God, he wanted to climb him like a fucking tree.

As if he could read Dylan’s mind, Sad Eyes picked him up. Dylan wrapped his legs around the man’s waist and pulled off his own T-shirt. Sad Eyes leaned in, licked Dylan’s collarbone, then bit into the meaty part where his shoulder met his neck. “Fuck yesssss,” Dylan hissed. “Do it again.”