“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Crow said next to Kale.
They were both on the floor of the casino. It was a Saturday night, and the place was packed. Even the slot machines, which pulled in a good crowd normally, were filled with people milling around for one to open up. Whereas the business was good for the casino, it also meant a busy night for the security team.
Every available security officer had been called in. It was only nine, and already they had broken up ten fights, caught four pickpockets, and had to escort eight people from the premises for harassing the dealers. The pit boss, Tahl, was snarling at everyone as his dealers had to take more than the usual amount of crap, and he wasn’t happy about it.
It had been a long night, which was why Kale didn’t like Crow’s tone. It sounded like the man was staring into hell and the devil just showed its teeth. Glancing in the direction his friend was staring, Kale couldn’t help but let out a groan of dismay.
Jesse Grant and his friends were walking through the doors. Worse, their husbands were nowhere in sight. “Fuck,” he swore. Clicking on his mic, he called to Stone. “Are you aware that Griffith just walked in with Jesse and friends in tow?”
There was a moment of silence, probably so Stone could look at the monitors and see for himself. Cursing came through the line that would make a sailor blush. “Keep them in your sight at all times. I’ll start making calls to their husbands.”
Kale and Crow stared at one another in disbelief. “How in the hell does he expect us to do that?” Crow asked. “We don’t have enough staff to watch them.” He gave a snort. “Hell, there aren’t enough people in Cedar Falls to keep an eye on Jesse.”
Kale chuckled. As sad as that was, Crow spoke the truth. Jesse had a way of making things...challenging, even for the strongest willed of them. How Parker, Jesse’s husband, was able to put up with him was anyone’s guess. Not that Jesse wasn’t nice, because he was.
The man would give you the shirt off his back, not that Kale would be caught dead in most of the man’s T-shirts. Like the one he was wearing now said, “Once you put my meat in your mouth you’re going to want to swallow.” Funny, but not something Kale, or most anyone he knew, would wear. Just Jesse.
At the same time, Jesse was nothing but trouble with a capital T. He may not try and find it, but trouble had a way of finding Jesse. Add to that, Jesse didn’t believe in ever backing down, no matter how outnumbered he was, or outmuscled. As admirable a trait as that was, one day it would get the man killed. Jesse was five and a half feet and a buck twenty five soaking wet. He had no chance against most of the men he came up against.
A head bobbing up and down next to Jesse caught Kale’s attention. Mesmerized, Kale stared at the man. Kale didn’t remember meeting the beauty before, and he was pretty sure he wouldn’t have forgotten a face like that.
Even from across the room he could make out the man’s bright-blue eyes filled with laughter. Captivated, his gaze continued on down to take in the earing in the man’s left ear, unshaven face, and lips just shiny enough to beckon Kale for a kiss.
Kale’s tongue darted out to wet his lips as he took in the man’s tattoos along his collarbone and arms. All he could think about was tracing each line with his mouth. No. That wasn’t true. He was also wondering if the sexy man had any more tattoos that he couldn’t see.
“Come on.” Crow slapped Kale on the shoulder. “We better follow Jesse before he gets himself into trouble.”
Seeing the man he couldn’t take his eyes off of was following Jesse to the black jack tables, Kale was more than happy to take on the assignment. Maybe, if he got lucky, he’d get an introduction.
On their way to where Jesse was impatiently waiting for a spot to open up, both Kale and Crow started barking out orders to the rest of their team. For the most part no one bothered Jesse or his friends. Especially at Utopia. The casino had been open long enough to have gotten the reputation of not putting up with bullying.
Yet, that didn’t stop conflicts from happening when they were there. Considering how rowdy things had already been, it didn’t bode well for the rest of the night.
Kale just hoped no one ended up seriously hurt. His eyes went to the sexy man shaking his ass to the music blaring from the speakers. Actually, if he was going to make wishes, it would be to end up with that tight ass in his bed.
Danton’s eyes got really wide. “No,” he exclaimed. “All types of people like getting mani-pedis, but I guess I just hadn’t realized...” A slight blush worked its way up Danton’s neck and into his face. “I mean...You don’t seem...” That blush grew a bit brighter.
Not wanting to ruin their night, Kale stopped Danton’s stumbling around for the right thing to say. “I happen to love getting mani-pedis.” He took the three steps that brought him flush with Danton. Putting both waters in one hand, he wrapped the other arm around Danton’s waist so their bodies were pressed together. “And I look forward to you massaging my hands and feet.”
His cock throbbed just thinking about it. He’d have to make sure when he went in for his mani-pedi, no one was scheduled after him. Kale was pretty sure having Danton’s hands on him would end up with Kale wanting to bury his dick into the man’s pert ass.
Speaking of which...
Lowering his head, Kale captured Danton’s mouth with his own. Unlike the casino, this time he took his time and savored every moment. The taste of Danton’s berry-flavored lip gloss had Kale lapping at those lush lips. Wanting more of a taste, Kale nipped along Danton’s bottom lip before sucking on the flesh.
Danton gasped, giving Kale the opening he need to thrust inside his wet heat. Their tongues glided together fueling both of their desires for what was to come. The hairs along Kale’s arms stood on end as Danton’s hands slid up to hold onto his shoulders tightly.
Lust slammed into Kale by that simple touch. It was as if Danton was giving himself over to Kale. Taking full advantage, he used his strength to pull Danton up with the arm holding him until he no longer had to bend. It meant Danton’s feet were several inches off the ground, but instead of panicking, Danton just held on, trusting he would keep the man safe.
Kale’s control slipped. No. It didn’t just slip. It shattered. Turning on his heel, he strode into the bedroom with Danton still in his arms.
Slowly, he let Danton slide down his body until he was once more on his feet. “Strip,” he ordered. Kale would have done the job himself, but he was so on edge, he worried he’d only end up ripping Danton’s clothes right off his body. Fun as that would be, it wasn’t very practical.
Blue eyes flashed up at him mischievously as Danton started to do just that. Except, instead of just pulling off his clothes, Danton started to slowly peel the material from his body. The impromptu striptease had Kale clenching his hands to stop himself from just pushing Danton to the bed and fucking him senseless.
His eyes feasted on each inch of skin as it was revealed to him. Drool pooled in his mouth in anticipation of tasting that tantalizing display of flesh. In achingly slow fashion, Danton finally stood before him completely bare.
Mesmerized, Kale’s breathing stalled as he couldn’t believe the beauty before him. Everywhere he looked was perfection. Tattoos along Danton’s collarbone didn’t detract from the creamy skin on display. If anything, it invited Kale in for a taste. Something he couldn’t stop himself from doing even if he’d wanted to.
Bending down, he licked along the tattoo, tracing the lines as they spelled, Live free and fly high. Then he moved on and lapped at the six birds that dotted the area, each a different color to represent the gay flag.
Done with the tattoo, Kale continued licking and kissing up along the corded muscles of Danton’s neck. A sweet moan wrapped around them as Danton tilted his head back to give Kale more room. Kale nipped at the skin as a reward for Danton giving himself so completely.
A groan full of need slipped from Danton when Kale sank his teeth into the fleshy part of his earlobe. Hands were suddenly grasping at Kale’s arms as Danton tried to strain closer. As much as he loved how responsive Danton was, Kale was just too close to coming to not hurry things up.
Lifting Danton up, Kale placed him in the center of his bed. Quick, efficient movements had his own clothes off seconds later. Lifting one of Danton’s hands above his head, Kale reached for the cuff he had attached to the head of the bed.
His gaze met Danton’s. “Are you okay with this?”
Those blue eyes were as wide as saucers, but Danton nodded.
It wasn’t enough. “I need to hear you say this is what you want.” Sane, safe, consensual. It was the mantra Kale lived by. Something he would never forego, no matter how much he wanted to bury himself in Danton’s firm ass.