Everything He Wants

by Sarah Hadley Brook

  Those kisses had rocked his world, though. Damn, that man could kiss. And when Graham had texted him Aiden’s number, telling Marc the man wanted to talk to him, he’d felt a surge of excitement.

  Until he’d walked into his office a few minutes later and his world had been rocked again. That nice little promotion he’d just received now included moving to Chicago. In less than a month.

  He’d always lived in Kansas City, and while he enjoyed traveling, he had a life there. Friends, some family. He wasn’t sure moving was the right option for him. Apparently the corporation had spun-off his division and they wanted part of it in Chicago, including Marc’s department.

  His boss explained that if he didn’t want to move, he could take back his old job, but the man warned that he’d already heard some rumbling from corporate about moving the entire operation by the end of the year.

  Marc could be out of a job soon if he stayed in Kansas City, but he’d be safe if he moved to Chicago. He had a lot to figure out in a short amount of time. He’d worked for the company for years, but it was changing. Did he want to stay on? He was good at what he did, so perhaps he could find a similar job in Kansas City.

  Of course, he had Aiden to think about, although they hadn’t even had a date, so Marc knew he was jumping the gun. But if he stayed, he definitely wanted to pursue something with the man. The feelings he’d already felt for Aiden were intense. Too intense, and he wasn’t ready to deal with it. At least not until he figured out his employment situation. That had to come first.

  The thought that Aiden might not be interested anymore had nagged at him all week. Not that Marc could blame him for moving on. Yes, Aiden had made his interest known by passing along his phone number the day after they’d kissed, but since Marc had never called or texted him, Aiden may have decided he wasn’t worth the trouble.

  After showering, he changed into his black skinny jeans, slim black leather belt, and formfitting T-shirt. He liked the bright blue because it went well with his electric blue tips. He fixed his hair, added eyeliner and pale pink lip gloss, and he was ready to go.

  As a teen, he’d been teased mercilessly by kids at school because he’d liked wearing lip gloss. But once he’d started wearing it, he never felt himself without it. It was just a part of who he was. If someone didn’t like it, it was their problem. He was done hiding who he was. He’d added eyeliner to his daily routine not long after that. He felt sexy—beautiful—when his lips shimmered and his eyeliner looked good.

  It had been months since he’d been at a club, so Marc was excited to get out there and dance and forget about everything for a night. Hanging out with his two closest friends just made it all that much better.

  He rode with them to the club. Sam and Graham both looked hot and Marc knew it would be a lot of fun to dance with them. He had always thought Graham attractive, but there was never anything between them but friendship. Holy hell, though, when he’d met Sam, he was blown away. Not that he would’ve ever made a move on his best friend’s man, but there was no getting around it, Sam was sexy. Tall, broad, muscled with blond hair and hazel eyes.

  Aiden had them all beat, though. Just the thought of him and blood flowed south. Marc wasn’t ashamed to admit he’d jacked off to the thought of Aiden more than once since meeting him. In bed. In the shower. On the sofa. All it took was remembering that kiss and he was rock hard.

  He leaned back his head as Sam drove east toward the club. His life was in chaos and he really needed this night out.

  “Hey, Sam?” he asked from the back seat.

  “Yeah?”

  “How old did you turn today?”

  “Thirty-five.”

  “Old man,” Graham teased.

  “Who you calling old? You’re thirty-two!”

  Marc smiled as he listened to them clown around with each other. He wanted that. He wanted a man who loved him, even with all his insecurities. Someone who wanted to build a life with him.

  They soon pulled into a packed lot and parked under one of the many light poles. The club had been purchased about two years ago and the new owners had completely redesigned the interior and added new lighting outside.

  As they reached the door, Marc spied a familiar motorcycle and pointed at it. “That looks like Aiden’s.”

  “Look closer. That’s blue,” Sam said.

  Marc inspected the bike and saw that Sam was right—it was blue. And not even the right kind of motorcycle, although it was vintage.

  “Sounds like someone has Aiden on his mind,” Graham teased.

  Marc’s cheeks burned, knowing his best friend was right. He needed to get Aiden out of his head. At least for the night.

  They showed their IDs to the bouncer and entered the darkened club, music blasting from the speakers. Sam found a table while Graham and Marc went to the bar and ordered three sodas. His best friend didn’t drink alcohol, so Marc didn’t order any when he was out with him.

  Music vibrated under his feet, sending it up his spine and he couldn’t wait to get on the dance floor.

  “Wanna dance?” Graham asked, tilting his head to the floor.

  Marc grinned. “Oh, yeah.”

  They ran the drinks over to Sam and asked if he wanted to dance. He said no, but Marc was used to that. It always seemed to take Sam a little while to warm up in a club, but he’d be out there soon.

  Marc took a sip of his soda and gestured for Graham to follow him.

  They wove through the crowds and jumped into the mass of writhing bodies. Feeling exhilarated, Marc gave in to the pounding beat and threw his arms in the air, moving to the music. Men surrounded them, all caught up in the dance. Hips and thighs bumped against him, hands floated across his back, but nobody crossed any lines. Someone usually did, but Marc could always handle it.

  He suddenly wished Aiden was at the club. Dancing made Marc feel sexy. It was one activity in which he excelled, and it gave him confidence. He wished Aiden could see him like this. Maybe run his hands over Marc’s body. Fuck. That thought only made him hard.

  Graham had met Sam here, and they’d fucked behind the building, out in the open, which Marc thought incredibly hot. What had started out as a one-night stand had turned into a committed relationship between the two men.

  He spun around, twirling under the strobing lights, building up a light sweat. He glanced around and saw that he’d already lost Graham, probably swallowed up by the mass of dancers. Marc didn’t worry as he saw Sam heading toward the dance floor—he’d take care of his man.

  Suddenly, a strong hand grasped his hip and held tight, someone dancing up behind him. Marc twisted out of the grip and turned to glare. He wasn’t in the mood for a handsy stranger.

  His breath caught in surprise as he stared up at Aiden. Shit, the man looked good. Tight jeans, body-hugging V-neck. Green eyes flashing at him. Aiden raked his gaze over Marc, heat pouring off him, spilling onto him. Fire shot through Marc and he dropped his eyes to Aiden’s chest, instinctively moving his hips as he danced closer until they were only inches apart.

  Aiden grabbed him by the belt loops while Marc pressed his hands to the man’s hard pecs, running them up and down his front. Shit, he was built like marble. His mouth went dry as a desert and he wanted a drink, but there was no way in hell he would leave Aiden. He looked up at the man through his lashes and licked his dry lips.

  They locked eyes as the rhythm filled them, their bodies moving as one. Marc’s blood heated and sweat dripped down his back as they moved together in a fluid dance, ignoring the writhing sea of men surrounding them. For Marc, it became just the two of them. Slowly, he slid his hands down Aiden’s sides and around to his back, pressing his spread fingers against his sweat-dampened shirt. Aiden’s muscles rolled and flexed under his hands and Marc wanted to tear off that shirt, feel the hot skin underneath. Fuck, he wanted to lick that skin.

  Aiden pulled him close and Marc felt the hard bulge pressing against his fly. His mouth watered at the thought of unzipping t
hose jeans and freeing Aiden’s cock. Marc wanted to taste him, swallow him deep, and make the man lose control.

  Aiden’s hands roamed his back, then cupped Marc’s ass, his strong hands kneading each globe. Marc moaned and let his head fall back, reveling in the sensation of Aiden’s hands on him. He wanted them everywhere. Skin on skin. No barriers. Aiden effortlessly picked him up in one swift move, and Marc’s head snapped up as he encircled his legs around the man’s waist. Now face-to-face, Marc trembled at the lust in Aiden’s eyes, his pupils blown wide and his hot breath skimming Marc’s cheek as he continued moving to the beat.

  Marc’s heart raced as he wrapped his arms around Aiden’s neck, touching the soft skin at the curve where the pulse throbbed under his fingers. He raked his fingers through the thick layers of silky hair. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against Aiden’s ear, and the words poured out of him before he could consider the ramifications or change his mind.

  “I need you, Aiden. Take me home.”

  Chapter 6

  Aiden

  When Aiden heard those words, hot against his ear, he growled and nuzzled Marc’s neck. He’d hoped to talk to Marc about why he hadn’t reached out, but the current situation made it difficult. His dick throbbed in his jeans and he could feel Marc hard against him.

  “Is that what you want? Because once I take you home, you’ll be in my bed,” he husked, his eyes on those pale blue orbs looking back at him.

  Marc’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and Aiden wanted to lick him there. Nip at the delicate skin and suckle him. Leave a mark for all to see. Fuck, the thought of marking him brought out a whole slew of dirty things he wanted to do. He leaned in and asked him again. “Is that what you want?”

  Marc shivered in his arms and glanced down for a moment, but when he gazed up at him through those gorgeous long lashes, the desire shined through. He nodded and Aiden’s blood heated as he slid Marc down the length of him, the fever inside building to a boil. He needed to get this man into his bed. It was more than a yearning. The need to be with Marc buzzed through him. Every cell was on fire at the thought of Marc laid out under him, naked and willing. It was too much and he couldn’t wait any longer.

  He grabbed Marc’s hand and pulled him through the dance floor, bumping shoulders with people a few times, but he pushed on, weaving through the groups talking around tall tables, passing the lines of those waiting at the bar, and finding Sam and Graham at the booth.

  They were engaged in some hot make-out session themselves, oblivious of their surroundings. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Marc bite his lip and stare as Graham straddled Sam’s lap and wrapped his hands around the man’s head. Their kisses were open and wet, and sensing rather than hearing their moans over the loud music only fueled Aiden’s lust. He noticed a few others surrounding them also taking in the show—hell, two guys palmed their cocks through their pants, practically humping into their hands.

  He cleared his throat as he reached for the black leather jacket he’d tossed into the booth earlier. Aiden bit back a smile when he noticed Marc’s eyes rounding upon seeing the leather jacket. Aiden turned back to their friends. He hated to break them up, but he didn’t want them wondering where Marc had gone when they finally came up for air.

  “Guys,” he shouted over the music, “we’re leaving.”

  Graham glanced at him with eyes glazed with lust. He seemed a little unsure of what Aiden had said, but Sam whispered to him and Graham smiled. He waved, then turned his attention back to the hot man he loved.

  Once again, Aiden pulled Marc through the club and pushed out the door. The air cooled his dampened skin and he breathed deep. The look in Marc’s eyes sent a thrill down his spine, but then he saw the man shiver and he worried about him being cold. He draped his leather jacket over Marc’s shoulders. The man’s eyes widened as he stared up at Aiden and slid his arms into the jacket. It was huge on him, but damn if it didn’t look good on him also. It gave Aiden a thrill to imagine Marc wearing only the jacket.

  They remained quiet until they reached his bike.

  Aiden handed the helmet to Marc and mounted his bike. “Honesty, here.”

  “Okay,” Marc said, putting on the helmet.

  Aiden gripped his shoulder. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we met. Hell, I even downloaded some George Michael songs. Been listening to them all week.” He chuckled, knowing that made him sound like a lovesick teenager. “I’m not sure what’s going on in that head of yours, but I hope you won’t cut me out again.”

  A smile played at Marc’s lips and his eyes twinkled. “You downloaded his songs?”

  Aiden rolled his eyes. “Get on the damn bike.”

  Marc hopped on much easier this time and slid his arms around Aiden’s waist, holding tight.

  The engine started and Aiden took off toward the lake. The stars were out, but the sky was too hazy in the city to enjoy them. Aiden hoped they’d be brighter at the lake.

  Marc leaned his head against Aiden’s back, making his dick throb in his jeans. He knew they needed to talk. He needed to find out why Marc had gone radio silent after the night they met. He’d wracked his brain all week, worried he’d said something wrong, had been too aggressive. Aiden wasn’t used to this, trying to impress a guy and hoping he felt the same way. Because, God, the draw to Marc was intense. Only back in high school with his first crush had he felt anything even close to this.

  Marc’s arms tightened around his waist as they leaned into a curve. The cool air whooshed around them as the bike took them down the highway and onto the winding roads surrounding Wesley Lake.

  He noticed the closer they drew to his house, the harder Marc pressed up against him. The desire rolling off the man in waves proved intoxicating. He focused on driving, but found it increasingly difficult. When one of Marc’s hands brushed against his bulge, Aiden held it there, pressing it against his dick.

  They flew past Sam and Graham’s place, continuing down the road to Aiden’s. He pulled up and set the kickstand, staying seated. Marc slid off and handed the helmet to him. He yanked off his own, then pulled Marc close. He nearly gasped at the desire he saw in the man’s eyes, and the idea of talking to him, of trying to figure out their feelings, flew out the metaphorical window.

  He kissed Marc’s lips. Softly. Gently. Just a tease of what would come, but Marc didn’t let him stop there. He pulled Aiden toward him and he gave him another, deeper kiss.

  Marc was shaking when he pulled away. Aiden got off the bike and squeezed Marc’s hand. The look in the man’s eyes nearly dropped him to his knees.

  The words tumbled before he could stop himself. “You need a daddy who knows how to take care of you.”

  Marc’s eyes widened and his pink tongue licked his lips. A needy whimper tore from his throat and that was when Aiden knew he’d found the man’s kink. Marc wanted a daddy and Aiden wanted to give it to him.

  “Get your ass inside,” he growled, his voice deep.

  Marc practically raced to the door. Aiden didn’t find it amusing or odd. Instead, it was hot as fuck, and he couldn’t wait to see what the night held.

  Chapter 7

  Marc

  Neither man spoke as Marc rushed down the stone path leading to Aiden’s A-frame lake cabin, almost hidden among the trees. Marc’s heart slammed against his ribcage. He’d spent the last six months in dry dock. He’d skipped the bars, clubs, and anything that could have led him down the road he’d frequented for years. Meet a man, fall for him, sleep with him, and hope for his happily ever after. Which never happened.

  He was smart enough to know you usually don’t find the “relationship type” at a club, but until Graham had told him to take a step back and reflect on what he wanted, and if what he was doing would lead to his goal, Marc had continued to look for love in just that kind of place.

  Now, here he was, meeting a man to whom he was instantly attracted and following him home a week later. It felt a little differe
nt than his normal MO, though. They hadn’t met in a bar and Marc definitely didn’t get a “douchebag” vibe from Aiden. Marc had a radar for those men, and in the past he’d ignored it, hoping he was wrong. He never was.

  Now, Aiden opened his door, flipped on a light, and ushered Marc into a quaint living and kitchen area. Marc glanced at Aiden to tell him he liked the place, but the look in the man’s eyes stopped him. Desire rolled off Aiden in waves, and Marc shivered as Aiden grasped his upper arms and gently pushed him against the wall.

  Marc gasped before Aiden pressed their lips together. Nothing gentle about this kiss. Aiden took control, his tongue demanding Marc let him in. He opened for Aiden, a moan escaping from deep in his throat.

  Heat spread through him and his cock throbbed as Aiden’s tongue slid with his. Their bodies pressed together and Marc pushed up on his toes. Their height difference may have posed an issue, but they made it work.

  Aiden cupped Marc’s ass, pulling him from the floor, and instinctively, Marc wrapped his legs around Aiden’s waist as he had done on the dance floor tonight and during their first kiss on the Fourth of July.

  Oh, yeah, much better. The kiss intensified and he trembled. Marc wrapped his arms around Aiden’s neck, running his hands through his hair. Fuck, the man could kiss.

  Aiden kissed along his cheek, down to his jaw, then to his earlobe, a sensitive spot for Marc.

  “Oh, God,” he moaned.

  “Like that?” Aiden asked, his voice deep, his breath hot against Marc’s skin.

  Marc nodded. “Yeah.”

  Aiden pulled back to look at him. Dark heat flashed in his blown pupils, and Marc trembled even more, biting his lower lip.