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

by Alex Roberts

  I could hear that big coat of his ruffle as he shifted. “Cuz, ya know, I’ve been calling and texting you at the gym, and he asked—”

  I flipped around and crashed into his chest, seeking his lips, cold from the chilly air, yet so familiar and needful. My fingers dug into the back of his coat, wishing to feel his skin and to spy those handsome tattoos etched into his shoulders again. Jamie caressed my back, hands curling down to cup my ass. I stood on tiptoes, mouth locked on his, body aching with desire, when the chime of the door rang.

  I pulled away. “Fuck! Go away!”

  Jamie laughed. “Not so loud. They can hear you. Too bad you can’t close up, eh?”

  I rolled my eyes. Yeah, too bad… Hell, if only I could clock out and leave. Anything to get the hell out of here with Jamie.

  “You should probably get back to the warehouse,” I said, heading back into the store.

  His footsteps followed me onto the concrete of the storeroom and then clacked on the tile of the floor as I rounded the corner up to the register. “Unless –” he stopped just short and leaned on the side of the countertop “—you want me to come back?”

  I raised a brow. “That’s… How the hell are you gonna get back here?”

  “Borrow my friend’s car for the night.” He pushed away from the counter. “Unless you don’t want me to—”

  “No… No, you shouldn’t.” I shrugged, biting back my smile. “You need to stay rested. The fight’s in a couple days, right? You shouldn’t be driving around in the middle of the night.”

  “Okay. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  “You will.” I checked the back hall where the customer had disappeared and fingered my keychain under the desk. My brain perked up now, sending off little alarm bells, but I was going for it. “How many guys are crammed into that house you stay in?”

  “Well, Art and Sam lease the place, but there’s me, Willie, Anton, and Shane.”

  “Shit, man, you need more peace and quiet. You should stay with me until the fight.” Holy hell. I managed to keep it all nonchalant as shit.

  Jamie froze in place. Stone cold. His posture. His facial muscles. Then, he deadpanned: “Can I buy groceries?”

  “Captain Crunch?”

  “No.”

  The bathroom door swung open, the top of a head visible behind the shelving. Right, I’d forgotten there was a customer. “Ugh, hey buddy. You gonna clean these bathrooms?” the guy chided.

  Clean the bathrooms?

  Right. Had to do that tonight, too. Business courses at the community college this Spring were becoming more and more appealing. No apron. No nametag. No scrubbing toilets.

  I glanced out the window. Flurries? “It’s snowing?”

  “Yeah.” Jamie walked around towards the door. “That storm’s going to blow south of us, but we’re still going to get a couple inches.”

  I eyed my old girl in the parking lot, and Jamie followed my gaze.

  “Well, I better get back to the warehouse.” He flashed a smile and walked back to the counter. “Your car going to make it?”

  “Yeah. It’s been pretty reliable since I had that electrical short fixed.”

  “You know, I can still fix the passenger side door – for a small fee.”

  Shit, the man knew how to get my cock stirring. I shifted uneasily behind the counter and peered around the shop. The customer stood at the magazine racks, and plastic rustled as he thumbed at the top row. Being too distracted by our porn selection, he wouldn’t see a damn thing.

  I slowly stepped towards Jamie, leaned in, and planted a tiny kiss on his lips. One of those familiar, I-know-I’ll-see-you-later kisses. I slipped the key to my apartment off the chain and presented it to him with a flourish. “Don’t make a mess.”

  Jamie’s cheeks flushed, and a sly chuckle escaped his lips. “If I stay at your place, we can drive to the gym together in the morning. Want me to make some coffee for you and bring it to the gym? I saw you had a travel mug in your kitchen.”

  “I’d like that.”

  Jamie’s eyes flitted to the clock on the wall “Ooh, I best get my ass in gear. They don’t like it when I’m late getting the truck back.” He pulled his keys from his pocket and thumbed them. “Thank you, Brandon.”

  “For what?”

  “Never mind. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  “Make my coffee extra strong.”

  “I thought you hated bitter coffee.”

  “Extra creamer.”

  Jamie tipped his head and exited out the back.

  I stood with a smile as the outside door slammed. The truck revved up — I could hear the slight rumble of the license plate rattling on the old beast. I couldn’t wait until morning. I was going to be exhausted, but I couldn’t wait. My brain was having a serious yelling match with my prick for having given Jamie my key, but I really didn’t care. I liked the thought of him there, under my covers – it’d give me something to daydream about tonight.

  Outside, headlights came around the corner. He drove the truck past the entrance, behind the customer’s car, and honked before taking off across the parking lot and out onto the highway.

  Taking a quick glance at the tattoo on my arm — it had healed nicely since following Jamie’s advice — well, I’d think of that later. But maybe, maybe, I could consider another tattoo.

  Chapter Five

  “Don’t worry about it. I wanted you to lock the door last night.” I did a bit of bouncing shimmy dance on my own front step, my cell phone at my ear, the cold air gushing down my collar.

  The lock sounded, and the door swung open. Jamie stood there, hair tousled, wearing my sweats. They looked more like tight leggings on those big thighs of his.

  He stepped back, holding the door wide. “Morning. I’ll get coffee going. You want to jump in the shower?”

  “It can wait. You look like a hipster.”

  He looked down. “I’m going to have to grab some clothes.”

  Jamie moved into the kitchen, and I watched – enjoying the show – as a gloriously muscled, shirtless man who wore my sweatpants went straight for the cupboard with the coffee and right to the drawer with the spoons.

  “How was work?”

  “Pretty slow. That blizzard south of us cut off the traffic. Gave me time to listen to bunch of those podcasts. Those guys really know what they’re talking about.” I drifted closer and leaned against the counter as Jamie measured coffee into the filter. “You don’t use the measuring cup?”

  “Nah. Part of my secret. Business classes, huh?”

  “Yeah. I emailed my counselor last night, too. I’m thinking Intro to Accounting and maybe Small Business Management.”

  Jamie popped everything back into place and switched the coffeemaker on. “Thanks again for letting me stay. You’re right. It’s much quieter here. But really, you don’t need—”

  “I like having you here.”

  He did that frozen thing again, his eyes glued to me like he was trying to read deep down inside. “I like being here.”

  That thing hung in the air between us again, and this time, I think I could identify it. It was what it felt like to like having him near. To want him even closer.

  A finger on my jaw pulled me in. Jamie was close. I took measured breaths, scared to move. Jamie’s lips met mine — a moist brush, a tremble, and he kissed me. I breathed him in. Leather and Old Spice. My nerves came alive from my lips down into my toes. Jamie’s lips, his fingers, his scent. The soaring in my chest was like taking flight. My lips moved, and I kissed him, pushing in for more. Jamie’s fingers left my jaw and grazed down over my chest. My breath broke out in a moan, and my shaft pressed against the restriction of my jeans.

  Jamie felt good. Really good. He felt right. I reached out, and my hand rested on his bare shoulder. His skin was warm and inviting. My fingers were shaking – such a simple movement. A little transference of weight, but — I had never touched another man with this much intimate intention before.
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  My shirt tightened around my chest as a Jamie balled the fabric in his fist and pulled me in closer. He opened his mouth, deepening the kiss, and hunger awakened within me. The rumbling of a growl escaped my throat, and my hand traced around Jamie’s neck. I reached for nape of his neck, and he twitched under my touch.

  I broke away, panting and ready. My body was a trembling bundle of nerves as I held a hand out to him, gesturing beyond the door to my bedroom down the hall. I could feel the beating of my heart in my throat and in my groin. Jamie took my hand. A foreign feeling — Jamie’s was bigger than mine. He had calluses, tough skin, and a firm, reassuring grip. I pulled him toward my bed.

  Jamie’s hand in mine, he followed me down the hall. We had gone this way before, but now fear and uncertainty washed over me, but so too did excitement and an awakening sense of purpose. I switched a light and exposed my simple space — a man’s bedroom. A leather headboard, dark wood, a lava lamp. The most natural of places to be.

  Taking in my humble room, I was taken off guard by the lifting of my shirt. Jamie pulled the hem of my work shirt out of my pants and up my stomach. I lifted my arms, making way for the progress of the garment up and over my head. I was outside myself, unable to stop, drawn irresistibly to the man across from me. He touched my bare chest, and the skin to skin contact burned. I tensed and hissed in a breath, and the swelling of my cock flared to full mast.

  Jamie’s eyes explored my torso, and his touch was gentle. He traced a line down my chest, between my pecs, over the ridge of my abdomen. His fingers tickled and left a trail of fire. He traced down and down. Slowly. My cock hardened to steel and throbbed; it pushed against my zipper and ached for release.

  I needed the touch of skin under my fingers. My hands were shaking, but I didn’t care. I reached for his chest and ran a light touch over the tattoo’s etched on his shoulders and down his biceps. He was built and well-formed, and his black tattoos stood out in stark contrast with his skin. Cutting weight had made his muscles pop in sharp lines. His shoulders were tightly rounded; his chest was a swell of muscle; his stomach was split into a six pack, and his hips were outlined by a V that disappeared into those low slung sweats.

  God, I wanted him. Jamie seized my waistband and pulled me closer, close enough that I could feel the heat come off his body as my hands made contact with his chest. His skin was soft, but underneath, his body was hard. I ran my palms over his thick shoulders, watching my own hands as I squeezed and glided over his biceps. I moved to Jamie’s abdomen, and the man flinched and grunted. Trailing down, I saw why. A huge bulge cut into the fabric of the sweats.

  I left my fingers at his waistband and looked up into his eyes. I was nervous and excited, somber and scared. We had done this before — multiple times — but I didn’t know if I could do it, not now, not like this — this was vulnerable, this was different. I didn’t know if I could push further. The two of us had already come so far down this road. Maybe it was time to call him and I for what we were.

  Jamie’s hands met mine. He took me by the belt and pulled me close again. He kissed me passionately – fiercely. The hunger came back. The pressure against my cock began to relax as Jamie unzipped my jeans and eased my pants from my hips. My erection strained against the fabrics of my briefs. The hunger gave me courage, and I gathered the willpower to place my fingers at Jamie’s groin. His swollen member twitched under my fingertips. I felt upwards along the fabric until I met the waistband again, and he groaned and rocked his hips into my touch. My blood rushed. My nerves jittered. I hit the accelerator.

  I dove into our kiss, opening and taking greedily. I pulled Jamie’s sweats down his thighs and palmed his package. His balls were soft and pliant, but his cock was long and hard. I gripped and pumped up the ridges of his erection. Jamie breathed a feral grunt with every kiss. He pulled at the waistband of his own boxer briefs, releasing his cock. I seized it; it was thick and hot. I knew the right amount of pressure to put on an erect shaft. I squeezed and pumped, and Jamie cursed and dug his fingers into my ass. He pressed his chest against mine and thrust his hips into my hand.

  I snarled behind every kiss; something primal came alive in me. A growling rumble emerged from the back of my throat as Jamie’s shaft twitched. He pulled away, and I released his cock. We stood at arm’s length from one another, panting and locked onto each other’s eyes.

  Admiration and a lopsided grin snuck over Jamie’s features. “Christ. Sorry. I mean. You had me ready to blow. I need to slow down, or I’m not going to be able to…”

  He trailed off, his eyes seeking the corner of the room as his teeth pulled at his lower lip. I felt a smile grow over my own features, knowing exactly what came at the end of that sentence. “You won’t be able to fuck me?”

  Jamie cleared his throat, and his eyes found mine once again. His voice was lower, huskier, passionate. “I had more in mind that just a fuck this morning.”

  “Do we have time for that?”

  “We’ll make time.”

  He stepped closer, his hands on the band of my briefs. The elastic stretched wide, and my cock came free. Jamie pushed the fabric down my thighs as he leaned in and kissed me, and the fire came rushing back. The skin of his palm touched my erection, and my body jolted, electrifying sensations lighting my body, toes to hair. I gasped, and my breath caught. I couldn’t take in oxygen.

  “Breathe,” Jamie whispered. The big, beautiful, naked man back-peddled. He took my hand and pulled me toward my bed, and I swallowed the lump in my throat. Jamie stood to the side. “Go on, get comfortable.”

  I both breathed and moved slowly, but my heart thundering in my chest. I crept onto the mattress with trembling arms and legs. I reached the pillows at the head and turned to my back. Jamie watched me, a glow illuminating his features. He slid his palm up and down his own length, and his face transformed from smug delight to restrained passion. “Where’d your lotion go?”

  Eager to oblige, I twisted and retrieved the bottle of lubricant from my night stand. The mattress compressed between my legs, and Jamie dipped low, his lips hovering over my package. My cock ached for him. My breath hitched, and I flexed as he kissed the inside of my thigh, his cheek brushing against my balls. I arched the small of my back off the bed and hissed out between clenched teeth. Jamie kissed up, over the sensitive hollow of my hips, and up toward my navel.

  His tongue licked over the smooth skin of my stomach, moving up with his kisses and covering me with heat. The weight of a man on top of me was utterly intoxicating. It wasn’t the delicate, feminine body of a young woman, or the soft and tender lips of a girl. Jamie was hard and muscular. He was bigger than me, and he covered my body. His lips were gentle, but with the firmness of controlled strength. The power of the man pressing down on me was incredible. Jamie settled chest to chest with me, and our shafts came into contact, hot and alive with sensation. The sweat of our passion slicked the space between us. The room was hot and smelt of men. I was captivated.

  I dropped the bottle of lube by my side in favor of running my hands over Jamie’s toned and rippling back. He took it and made a little space between our bodies. A bead of clear gel dripped onto his fingertips, and Jamie ran his hand down between my legs. He rested on an elbow, his lips on my neck, when his fingers made contact. The gel was cool, and I jumped. He stroked over the slit of my ass with slow pressure, and the heat quickly built.

  My chest soared in response as Jamie’s cock pressed into my inner thigh with a slow, methodical pulse. The need — the desire — for him to come closer — for Jamie’s cock to come inside of me — grew and overwhelmed every other drive. I squeezed lubricant onto my fingertips and looked down the length of our bodies. I could see the base of Jamie’s cock, but it’s full length was concealed between my legs. I reached down for him and took his arousal in hand. His lips rose from my neck, a smile playing there, as I wetted and rubbed his hard shaft. The lubricants heated and became slippery. The familiar noise of wet suction and heavy panting f
illed the silence between us.

  Jamie bent to me and kissed me, taking me in and claiming me. His index finger entered my anus. I whimpered and arched my shoulder blades at the intrusion. He stroked in little by little, opening me wider. With every gentle pump, the feeling of invasion ebbed away and was replaced by a tight, sweet thrumming inside my core. I became accustomed to the size, and I opened my legs wide, giving him better access. I never let go of Jamie’s cock; I stroked it and ran the warm lubricant over the tip and down the shaft.

  Another digit, much larger. I broke from Jamie’s kiss and arched my spine, digging the back of my head into the pillows. Jamie seized the opportunity. He licked my throat and grazed his teeth over the wet skin, his teeth grazing and setting me on edge. I moaned and tilted my pelvis up. More. I adjusted my grip on his cock and placed the head against my asshole. I was breathless. I couldn’t speak. The tip of his cockhead nudged against my tight bud.

  Jamie tilted his hips forward. The head of his cock pressed into my anus. The size was incredible. He pressed against my tightness, and it slowly gave way, stretching and expanding to accommodate his girth. The thrill running up my spine and down my legs distracted from the slight discomfort of such a big man coming inside of me. Jamie watched my face cautiously and hungrily. He pushed in further, and his tip broke through.

  I gasped then relaxed and breathed steadily. An incredible sense of fullness overtook me, and my lips quivered. Jamie pushed further and pressed in and out of my ass with ease. I ground my shoulders into the mattress. I tried to keep my eyes on my lover, but I couldn’t help it. Intense waves of heat and orgasmic pulses flowed through my groin, down into my toes, and up into my chest. I slammed my eyes shut and gritted my teeth, bracing against the crashing waves.

  My lips transformed into an orgasmic snarl. Jamie buried himself to the hilt and eased in and out. Each stroke was torturous and slow. Every thrust milked glorious friction and fueled the yearning. Tension constricted my chest, and my thighs twitched and flexed. The hot tingling up my spine and down my thighs mingled with a familiar fullness in my balls. I tossed my head back and shouted. I shouted until my throat hurt, and my orgasm flowed up the length of my cock and erupted. My cum hit my stomach, and I pulsed, relaxed, tensed, and came again in a draining aftershock. Blackness and stars entered my vision, and my muscles went weak. Extreme exhaustion set into my frame and every inch of my body collapsed into the mattress.