teeth around the vibrating tendon at the side of Wash’s neck in
retaliation for the other man not being naked.
“Excuse me.”
The voice was loud enough to bring Rhodes’ head up. He
blinked, slowly returning to reality, and saw the bouncer who had been guarding
the V.I.P. area now standing in front of them. The man pointed toward Ness, who
was beckoning them over.
“Score,” Wash muttered, following the bouncer toward the
velvet ropes. “Nice work.”
Rhodes just grunted. He didn’t care about Ness or their case
or anything right now—anything except for dragging Wash off to some
semi-private corner and fucking his brains out.
The bouncer unhooked the rope to allow Wash through. As
Rhodes followed close behind, the burly man stopped him with a hand on the
chest.
“Just him,” the bouncer said, nodding toward Wash.
Rhodes glared at the man holding him back, pressing against
the restraining hand. They were eye-to-eye, almost equally broad across the
shoulders, and the bouncer began to look a little nervous.
“It’s okay,” Wash spoke up, nodding when Rhodes looked over.
Reluctantly, Rhodes stepped back as Ness ushered Wash into the V.I.P. area,
barely managing to hold back when Ness’ hand brushed down his partner’s back
and landed on his ass.
Forcing his fists to unclench, Rhodes moved back another
step as the bouncer watched him warily. When his partner disappeared behind the
closing door, every instinct told him to rush in after him, drag him out of
Ness’ greasy grip and get the hell out of that club. Instead, he skirted the
dance floor and found an empty stool at the bar. Staring at the V.I.P. entrance
that had just swallowed Wash, Rhodes ordered a shot.
“Where’s your sweet baby boy?” a growly voice asked.
Rhodes turned his head to see the blond bouncer from the
front who had let them bypass the line. In answer, he jerked his head toward
the roped-off door.
The bouncer laughed. “Mr. Ness got his claws into him? Good
luck getting him back.” He leaned against the bar, his hip pressed against
Rhodes’ knee.
Twisting his shoulders in an irritated shrug, Rhodes
grumbled, “Who’s watching the door?”
“I’m on break—I don’t give a fuck.” The bouncer smirked at
him. “But thanks for your concern.”
With another shrug, Rhodes focused on the V.I.P. entrance
again.
“Hey, it’s his loss,” the other man said, nudging between
Rhodes’ knees. “If he wants to give up a big, strong, macho guy like you for
Ness…”
Rhodes forced his attention back to the bouncer. Wash was a
big boy and could take care of himself. This was Rhodes’ opportunity to get
some information. “What’s your name?” he barked. Even in the poor light, Rhodes
could see how the bouncer’s eyes dilated at the commanding tone. This was going
to be almost too easy.
“Trevor.”
“You’re right, Trevor,” Rhodes growled. “Fuck him. How long
d’you still have on your break?” He stood up, crowding Trevor back against the
bar.
Ducking his head, Trevor’s voice shook a little as he
answered. “N-not long. To do much, I mean. If that’s what you meant…?”
The bouncer peeked up, all his earlier bravado gone, his
blue eyes bright with excitement and nerves. Rhodes felt an immediate pang of
guilt but he smothered it quickly. He wasn’t going to do anything bad to
Trevor. He’d just see what the bouncer knew. If Rhodes needed to make out with
him a little to get that information…well, that was a sacrifice he was willing
to make for his job.
Besides, Ness was probably halfway down Wash’s throat by
now.
The thought made him growl and press his hips against the
bulge of Trevor’s erection. Leaning in close, Rhodes could feel the bouncer’s
quick puffs of breath against his throat.
“‘Not long’ is better than nothing, right?” Rhodes murmured
in the other man’s ear. Trevor nodded jerkily. Backing up a few steps, Rhodes
gestured for Trevor to lead the way but the bouncer just
retaliation for the other man not being naked.
“Excuse me.”
The voice was loud enough to bring Rhodes’ head up. He
blinked, slowly returning to reality, and saw the bouncer who had been guarding
the V.I.P. area now standing in front of them. The man pointed toward Ness, who
was beckoning them over.
“Score,” Wash muttered, following the bouncer toward the
velvet ropes. “Nice work.”
Rhodes just grunted. He didn’t care about Ness or their case
or anything right now—anything except for dragging Wash off to some
semi-private corner and fucking his brains out.
The bouncer unhooked the rope to allow Wash through. As
Rhodes followed close behind, the burly man stopped him with a hand on the
chest.
“Just him,” the bouncer said, nodding toward Wash.
Rhodes glared at the man holding him back, pressing against
the restraining hand. They were eye-to-eye, almost equally broad across the
shoulders, and the bouncer began to look a little nervous.
“It’s okay,” Wash spoke up, nodding when Rhodes looked over.
Reluctantly, Rhodes stepped back as Ness ushered Wash into the V.I.P. area,
barely managing to hold back when Ness’ hand brushed down his partner’s back
and landed on his ass.
Forcing his fists to unclench, Rhodes moved back another
step as the bouncer watched him warily. When his partner disappeared behind the
closing door, every instinct told him to rush in after him, drag him out of
Ness’ greasy grip and get the hell out of that club. Instead, he skirted the
dance floor and found an empty stool at the bar. Staring at the V.I.P. entrance
that had just swallowed Wash, Rhodes ordered a shot.
“Where’s your sweet baby boy?” a growly voice asked.
Rhodes turned his head to see the blond bouncer from the
front who had let them bypass the line. In answer, he jerked his head toward
the roped-off door.
The bouncer laughed. “Mr. Ness got his claws into him? Good
luck getting him back.” He leaned against the bar, his hip pressed against
Rhodes’ knee.
Twisting his shoulders in an irritated shrug, Rhodes
grumbled, “Who’s watching the door?”
“I’m on break—I don’t give a fuck.” The bouncer smirked at
him. “But thanks for your concern.”
With another shrug, Rhodes focused on the V.I.P. entrance
again.
“Hey, it’s his loss,” the other man said, nudging between
Rhodes’ knees. “If he wants to give up a big, strong, macho guy like you for
Ness…”
Rhodes forced his attention back to the bouncer. Wash was a
big boy and could take care of himself. This was Rhodes’ opportunity to get
some information. “What’s your name?” he barked. Even in the poor light, Rhodes
could see how the bouncer’s eyes dilated at the commanding tone. This was going
to be almost too easy.
“Trevor.”
“You’re right, Trevor,” Rhodes growled. “Fuck him. How long
d’you still have on your break?” He stood up, crowding Trevor back against the
bar.
Ducking his head, Trevor’s voice shook a little as he
answered. “N-not long. To do much, I mean. If that’s what you meant…?”
The bouncer peeked up, all his earlier bravado gone, his
blue eyes bright with excitement and nerves. Rhodes felt an immediate pang of
guilt but he smothered it quickly. He wasn’t going to do anything bad to
Trevor. He’d just see what the bouncer knew. If Rhodes needed to make out with
him a little to get that information…well, that was a sacrifice he was willing
to make for his job.
Besides, Ness was probably halfway down Wash’s throat by
now.
The thought made him growl and press his hips against the
bulge of Trevor’s erection. Leaning in close, Rhodes could feel the bouncer’s
quick puffs of breath against his throat.
“‘Not long’ is better than nothing, right?” Rhodes murmured
in the other man’s ear. Trevor nodded jerkily. Backing up a few steps, Rhodes
gestured for Trevor to lead the way but the bouncer just
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