Damien Rosetta comes to his best friend’s wedding with the date from hell. Of course, that’s the perfect time for fate to put the man of his dreams in his path, the very moment he can’t do a thing about it. Damien can’t get the man off his mind, and when fate finds another way to bring the pair together, Damien isn’t taking no for an answer.
Lucas Cullen was supposed to meet Damien at the bachelor party, but chickens out before the night barely begins, never meeting the man. One look at the sexy Damien, and Lucas’ shyness takes over. When he gets a second chance at the wedding, his tongue ties in twenty different knots and he blows another shot. Friends orchestrate one more meeting, knowing the third time’s gotta be a charm.
Damien is entranced. He can think of nothing but Lucas and having the man, but he’s thwarted at every turn. Can Lucas get over his shyness and surrender before it’s too late?
And then a faster song started and Ansley became a little too animated. Wild party boy came out and caused a scene, reminding Damien exactly why Ansley needed to go. He grabbed the man and started making his way to the edges, but the drunken lush pushed Damien into another man.
“Sorry,” Damien said, turning to look at who he’d bumped into.
His stare met an ice-blue one that nearly took his breath away.
“It’s okay,” the other man said, his voice soft, yet firm.
Those eyes held his a few seconds longer before breaking away. Damien turned back to Ansley just as another slower song started. He pulled his date into his arms and spun them around, so he could spy on the man he’d bumped into. Short, spiky sandy blonde hair and beard framed a gorgeous face. He was shorter than Damien’s six-three, but only by a few inches. His body looked firm under his well-cut suit.
Best part was, the man’s gaze drifted to Damien’s as he danced with a very lucky fellow. Damien smiled and watched as the man grinned and looked away.
A fire lit in Damien’s gut. The chase was on.
“Time to throw the garter belts!” Golden screamed, after the crowd had been dancing a while. “My best man needs to get right up front.”
Damien grimaced, sensing Golden still had something up his sleeve. Like the obedient child, he moved away from Ansley and got into place, hoping Golden wasn’t about to embarrass the hell out of him. Awaiting the tossing of the ceremonial garter belts, a large crowd of men closed in on the dance floor. Damien had no plans to rush for the garter belt, but when it landed on his chest, there was no escaping it.
Golden turned and smiled widely when he saw the red lace hanging from Damien’s fingers.
“Time for another dance, Mr. DJ,” Golden cried.
Damien looked to his left as the music started again, to see who he would be paired with… and saw it was his accident victim. A smile formed on his lips. Lucky me.
The guy drew off his suit jacket and handed it to another man, the one he’d been dancing with. The vest he wore was form-fitting and showed a trim waist. He tugged his black garter belt up his arm and gave Damien a shy smile.
“Go on,” Golden said from Damien’s side. “Dance with him.”
Damien didn’t need to be told twice. He walked closer and offered a hand to the mystery man, who took it and danced into Damien’s embrace. The music was slow, allowing Damien to get close.
He smells too good. “I’m Damien.”
The man smiled wanly. “I know. You’re Damien Rosetta.”
He nodded. “Does my reputation precede me?”
“Golden… Golden has spoken about you before.”
“Ah, I see. Good things, I hope?”
Another smile. “Very good.”
Damien watched a flow of emotions cross the handsome man’s face as they danced. He was somewhat stiff, as if he wasn’t comfortable in Damien’s arms. The guy looked off around them, smiling to those in attendance, but didn’t seem able to look at Damien. He’d have to do something about that.
“And you are?”
“A friend of Chance’s,” the guy answered, not looking up at Damien.
A name. Give me a name. “Are you purposefully being obtuse?”
Those ice-blue eyes finally turned on him, and he felt as if he’d been punched in the gut. That slow, shy smile returned. “No, I wasn’t trying to be.”
Damien stared into the man’s eyes, transfixed. He felt his body responding, need slowly firing from deep within.
“Enough of that,” Ansley said, suddenly appearing at Damien’s side. “He’s my boyfriend. My turn for a dance.”
Before Damien could disentangle himself from Ansley, his mystery guy was gone, disappearing into the crowd.