Did Harvey have a hairy chest? God, he hoped so. He’d be disappointed if he found out the silver fox waxed or shaved.
Harvey’s cheeks were rough with a five o’clock shadow. Jay brushed his lips against the coarse texture. Harvey smelled like spice and vanilla. Jay drew a long pull of the scent through his nose. “Fuck, you smell so good.” He kissed Harvey chastely, but firmly.
“You’re amazing.” Harvey leaned back and put a small space between then. “Why did you do this tonight? You know, with me. It’s obvious you don’t have any problems finding a date.”
He answered Harvey’s question honestly. “Yeah. I won’t lie about it. But I’m fucking lonely. I don’t want to keep living that way.”
“Yes, but you could have a relationship with someone your own age, or younger even. Not someone over a decade older than you. Not my old ass.”
“Man, you don’t have a fucking clue how incredibly hot you are, do you? Harvey, you’re not a consolation prize. You are a first place catch.” Jay watched Harvey’s face color. “You keep blushing like that and I’m going to fall in love with you.”
Harvey stiffened again. Jay laughed.
“Don’t mess with me,” Harvey said.
“I’m only teasing, but that’s not to say it couldn’t happen.” Quickly, he leaned toward Harvey again and tugged his lower lip between his teeth in a quick nip. “I could totally eat you up.”
“Oh, shit,” Harvey muttered and pulled away. He pointed to a large, muscular, dark-haired man who’d just walked into the bar. “That’s my friend, Mark.”
A brown-haired guy, slightly shorter and less broad, followed closely behind. They were both attractive, Jay thought. Harvey had said Mark was his ex—boyfriend. The man looked like he worked out to obsession. Was that the kind of guy Harvey went for? Jay was thin, certainly not overweight, but he couldn’t compete with that kind of brawn and muscle.
Chapter 3
Harvey’s Ex is a Dick
Mark was being a complete dick! Why would he show up at the bar with Brian, his boyfriend, in tow? Harvey had made it clear to him earlier in the day that he had no intention of celebrating his birthday with him. Since their break—up, Harvey had only been with one other guy, and it had been awkward and miserable. After the event, he’d thrown himself into work, taking more “on call” shifts, even when he’d maxed hours for the week.
He knew Mark still cared and worried about him, but he could get really crappy when it came to dolling out his opinion. Mark called it playing “Devil’s advocate.” Harvey called it the epitome of douche baggery. He didn’t even want to think about what Jay thought at this point. He hadn’t had this kind of chemistry with anyone in a very long time. Not since Mark.
He could smell the bourbon on Mark’s breath. His friend had started early on the drinking, something he rarely did. A drunk Mark was an unpredictable Mark. He didn’t want his craziness to spoil his date. Not when it was starting so well. “Look. I know you’re worried about me, but don’t. Jay isn’t a serial killer or anything nutso.”
His stomach fluttered as he remembered how perfectly Jay fit against him when they’d kissed. “I really like him,” he said, following Mark, who was making a bee—line for Jay.
Mark was a gym-freak. Harvey knew from personal experience that his friend had amazing abs, a thickly muscled chest, and thighs and arms to match. He had an incredible body—one he liked showing off. Tonight was no exception. Mark had on a tight black T-shirt with a deep V—neck tucked into his very tight mid—rise jeans. Brian intertwined his fingers with Mark’s. Staking his prior claim.
Mark smiled at Brian and kissed him. He wrapped his free arm around Harvey’s shoulder and steered the three of them toward the booth. Harvey didn’t miss Mark’s ego, but sometimes he missed the easy intimacy they used to share.
He stepped away from him. “Don’t blow this for me, okay? You have Brian, remember.”
“I’ll be nice.” His words held a slight slur. “Promise.” He crossed his heart. “But I’m not leaving until I’ve at least met this Jay of yours. I want to be able to describe him to the cops if they pull your body out of the Missouri River.”
Harvey rolled his eyes. “I don’t know how Brian puts up with you.”
Mark leaned over and whispered in Harvey’s ear. “Well, my friend, unlike you, he’s a very dedicated bottom.”
Harvey smacked Mark’s chest and stepped away from him. “Asshole.”
“Yes, a very willing asshole.”
“You’re insufferable!” The subject touched a nerve with Harvey. Their incompatibility in bed had been part of the reason for the break up. Mark was a total top, and while Harvey didn’t mind a good pounding occasionally, he liked to top just as much. Mark wouldn’t even consider letting Harvey fuck him. It became a huge point of contention between them.
Now he really didn’t want Mark talking to Jay. His ex was in a mood, and he was going to ruin yet another night for Harvey. When Harvey had made the date, Mark had said all kinds of stuff, about why a young guy might want to date someone so much older. A serial killer or looking for a bank, had made the top two on Mark’s list of reasons. Mark had convinced himself that the young man only wanted a sugar daddy.
Was it possible? After all, Jay was thirty—two and still working as a bartender. Yes, it was possible, but Jay hadn’t been faking the attraction between them when they’d kissed.
By the time they’d reached the booth, he’d made up his mind to nip this disaster in the bud. “Jay, this is Mark and Brian. Can Brian hang out for a minute? I need to talk to Mark alone for a minute. Is there some place private we can go?”
Jay looked startled and a bit confused, but he nodded. “You can use the office.”
Chapter 4
Jay Agrees—the Ex is a Dick
Jay guided Harvey and his friend to the office. So this was Mark. This was the dude who’d called and texted all evening.
“Harvey’s a nice guy, Jay,” Mark said, quietly, and way too close. Mark took the position behind Jay. A hulking barrier between them.
“I think so.”
When they were going through the storage room, Mark said a little loudly. “You’ll love his Cadillac CTS—V, fully loaded, heated leather seats. Gives you a nice warm ass while you’re fucking that ass.”
“Goddamn it, Mark!” Harvey shoved him to one side, pushing him against the wall. “I’m really sorry, Jay. Can you give us a minute?”
“What, baby? You don’t want your new date knowing what a smooth ride you have?” He grabbed a handful of Harvey’s ass to punctuate his question.
“What is up with you, Mark? Fuck!”
Jay threw his hands up. He wanted to hit Mark in his chiseled jaw, but a man that size would pummel him. The anger in Harvey’s eyes made his face so intensely good—looking—like an action hero in the throes of battle. It made Jay think a beating might be worth it. Instead, he walked away from them, giving the two “friends” space to hash it out.
He didn’t go far, just to the door of the office, and watched.
From behind, Mark wrapped his arm around Harvey’s neck. He leaned in, staring directly at Jay, making sure he had his attention. He whispered something in Harvey’s ear. Jay winced jealously. God, he wanted to smack him in his smug face. Mark knew Jay was watching, but he could tell Harvey didn’t know.
Chapter 5
Harvey Escapes the Past
Harvey turned in Mark’s arms, and the larger man took the opportunity to pull him close. He allowed Mark a small kiss, but then put his hands on the bigger man’s chest and pushed until there was distance between them.
“Stop it, Mark.”
“What’s wrong? I know you miss me, Harv.” He drew the back of his hand across Harvey’s cheek.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Jesus Christ.”
“This guy is just using you, Harvey. What the fuck do you think a guy who looks like that in the prime of his youth would want with you?”
/> The accusation hit Harvey like ice water. “What is your problem? I go on one date, and you’re acting like a jealous lover.”
“I am a jealous lover.” He leaned forward again, his hot breath snaking across Harvey’s neck. “I miss you.”
“You’re an idiot, and you fucking see me almost every day.”
“Yes, but I miss seeing you.” He kissed Harvey’s neck, and sense—memory woke up Harvey’s cock. “I miss having you wrapped around me. I miss fucking that sweet ass of yours. Staring in your eyes as we both come.” His hand rubbed against Harvey’s bulging erection. “I know you still want me. Why deny it? We had such a good thing.”
“Stop it. Just stop,” Harvey said breathlessly. He could feel the strangle in his voice. There were times he missed Mark, but mostly because he’d been lonely for far too long. “Brian’s waiting out in the bar for you.”
Mark pounded his fist against the wall behind Harvey’s head. “I’ll let you fuck me. Is that what you want? I’ll give it to you. If that’ll make you happy, I’ll do it.”
Harvey shook his head. The angry offer made him sad more than anything else. He’d broken up with Mark because the man refused to compromise and not just in bed. Their problems had gone deeper than just sex.
“Fuck!” Mark yelled. He grabbed Harvey roughly, spun him around, and pinned him against the wall. “I’m going to remind you what you’ve been missing.”
Harvey struggled to turn, but Mark held him tightly, bracing him with his body and one arm as his free hand reached around and went to work unbuckling Harvey’s belt. “Mark, stop. You don’t want to do this.” He hadn’t seen Mark like this in years, not since the first time Harvey had threatened to break up with him. Panic rose in his gut, choking the air from his lungs.
“I want you, Harv. So fucking bad.” The strong smell of sweet bourbon turned Harvey’s stomach.
“No! Damn it, Mark. Get the fuck off me!” He could feel the tug on his hips as Mark pushed his pants down to gain access to his ass. He fought back, but his ex had always been stronger, and even drunk, he had the upper hand. Tears of anger, panic, and denial wet his eyes. This wasn’t going to happen. Not again.
He could feel Mark fumbling with his own pants. He moved his leg forward, a move that wouldn’t put Mark on alert. Then, with every bit of strength he could muster, he stomped his foot against the top arch of Mark’s. Mark staggered back with a howl of pain. What happened next was almost too fast for Harvey to process. Jay, along with two well—built young men, tackled Mark to the ground. He could hear Mark yelling as the two guys with Jay dragged him out of the area.
Harvey slumped against the wall, still dazed and disbelieving. Two years they’d managed to stay friends, no incidents. Why had Mark gone so crazy? Why tonight of all nights?
Immediately, Jay was there, stroking his face, looking him over to check for injuries. “Are you okay? Jesus fuck.” He brushed his thumb against Harvey’s cheek. “You’re going to have a bit of a shiner tomorrow.”
“I’m okay,” Harvey said. The adrenaline surge from the assault hadn’t waned, and he felt like his heart was going to explode from his chest.
Jay led him to the office at the back of the storage area and poured him a glass of vodka. “I’m sorry,” he said, handing Harvey the glass. “It’s all I have back here.”
With a shaky hand, Harvey took the drink and downed it in a quick gulp.
“I went to get Tucker and Todd, my bouncers, for back up. I kind of wanted to kick his ass for hitting on my date.” The left side of his mouth tugged up in a crooked smile.
Harvey gazed up at Jay. “Jealous?”
“Yeah.” Jay scratched his head, a slow blush of pink forming in his cheeks. He knelt down between Harvey’s parted thighs and leaned his elbows on Harvey’s knees. “If I had known he was going to attack you, I’d have never left. I hope you believe me.”
“I don’t blame you.” Harvey pushed a strand of fallen bangs from Jay’s forehead. “If that’s what you’re thinking.” Harvey captured Jay’s amber gaze. “Why did you invite me on a date?”
“I heard what Mark said. I’m not after your money, if that’s what you think.”
“I’m sorry you heard that. His opinion doesn’t reflect mine.”
Before Jay could respond, a knock sounded at the door with a muffled, “Hey, it’s me.”
“Just a minute. I locked us in on the odd chance Mark might get away from the boys and back here.” Jay got up and unlocked the door. One of the guys who’d taken Mark out—who also happened to be the blond who’d hit on Jay at the bar, Harvey noticed with a slight jealous pang—poked his head in the door. “We gave him to his boyfriend. Okay, boss?”
Jay looked pointedly at Harvey. “Okay?”
Harvey nodded. The knot gripping his stomach eased.
“Yeah, fine. Thanks, Todd.”
The door closed behind the bouncer. Harvey leaned forward and stared at Jay. “Did he just say boss?”
“Yes. This is my place.”
A weight lifted from his chest. A weight he hadn’t realized was there until it was gone. “I think I could fall in love with you.”
Chapter 6
Jay’s Efforts are Rewarded
Harvey’s gaze travelled the length of Jay’s body. God! The promise in those blue—blue eyes made Jay tremble with excitement. But it had been Harvey’s words, “I think I could fall in love with you,” that sent Jay into a tailspin. It had mirrored what Jay had said earlier, and looking at the slightly bruised and gorgeous man sitting on the couch, he believed love might happen.
Harvey didn’t wait for him to come back to the couch. He stood, his loose belt rattling as he crossed the short distance to Jay. He shed his jacket and threw it behind him.
Jay was taller than Harvey, by about four inches, but Harvey was broader, built like a boxer. It made him hard to ignore when he stood just a few inches from Jay.
“Hey,” he said. He hooked his forefinger under Jay’s chin until Jay met his gaze. “I had a good time tonight. You know, before Mark showed up.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.” He went up on his toes and pressed his lips to Jay’s. He brushed Jay’s hair back from his eyes and kissed him again.
Jay put his hands on either side of Harvey’s narrow waist and leaned into the kiss, opening his mouth for the probing tongue parting his lips. He could feel the sensual swell of the older man’s heart—shaped mouth. Their tongues danced, gliding erotically together in a moment full of sex and desire and dark promise. He slid his hands down to Harvey’s hips and pulled the shorter man against his body.
Jay moaned when Harvey’s thick fingers laced into his hair and tugged him down for a deeper kiss. His heartbeat pounded in his throat, thick with lust. He wondered, as Harvey explored the depths of his mouth, could the good doctor feel the throbbing pulse on his tongue?
Harvey straddled Jay’s right leg closing up any distance remaining between them. The bulge of his cock pressed against Jay’s thigh, while he made subtle movements with his hip to massage Jay’s rock-hard erection. Jay found it incredulous that they still had all their clothes on, but even so, he couldn’t remember being so turned on before.
After a couple of minutes, Harvey broke the fevered kiss. “Oh, goddamn,” he muttered. “Goddamn.” He stroked the length of Jay’s arm, moving to his hip. He used his thumb to trace the groove that led to his groin.
Breathless, Jay nodded his agreement and Harvey laughed.
He wanted Harvey so fucking badly. If the foreplay was any indication of how good the sex could be, Jay didn’t want to stop. But after Mark…He had to be sure he wasn’t rushing Harvey. “We could slow down if you want.”
Harvey jerked his chin back. “Do you want to slow down?”
“No,” Jay growled. “You are one sexy motherfucker.”
Harvey grinned and worked his fingers down Jay’s shirt opening each button one by one. “I can guarantee that, while I may have fucked a d
addy or two in my time, I definitely leave the mothers to others.” When he finished with the buttons, he slid Jay’s shirt down his arms and stared at him with appreciation. “Goddamn, you have a nice body.”
“You think so?” Insecurity crept in. Mark had been a big guy, hulking. Jay worried he wouldn’t be able to compete with that kind of muscle volume.
Harvey leaned over and closed his lips around Jay’s left nipple, tugging the tightening nub between his teeth as he circled the tip with his tongue. Jay moaned. His cock grew uncomfortably rigid inside his tight jeans. He thrust his groin forward to make contact with Harvey’s hip again, grinding against the bone.
Harvey’s fingers replaced his mouth on the left nipple while he gave the right a turn. With his free hand, he slid his fingers under the waist of Jay’s jeans and brushed the tips against the head of Jay’s shaft.
Harvey’s deliberate and unhurried seduction nearly buckled his knees. “Fuck, oh, shit,” Jay whispered when Harvey unbuttoned his jeans. He tried to help the process along by grabbing the waistband to push them down, but Harvey stopped him with a firm hand.
“I want to undress you.” He kissed Jay’s neck in the hollow where it met his jaw. “Will you let me?”
“Yes,” Jay hissed. His balls tugged to his body. Fuck! He needed to get control or he’d come before Harvey got very far. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d worried about premature ejaculation.
Harvey’s thumbs trailed along the top of his ass on either side. He captured Jay’s lips in a deeply, dark kiss filled with erotic possibilities while he slid the jeans, along with Jay’s briefs, down just far enough that Jay’s cock sprang from his groin.
Harvey’s warm hand wrapped around the rigid length. He drove his tongue deeper into Jay’s mouth, thick and probing. Next, he sucked Jay’s tongue. He pulled on the tongue with gentle strokes while rubbing Jay’s cock with the same steady rhythm.
Jay was losing his battle with self—control. Goddamn, he wanted Harvey! He put his hand over Harvey’s and pulled back from the kiss. “Stop,” he panted. “Stop.”
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