he
could find a way to leave by himself. “It isn’t,” he finally said.
“See you in forty-five minutes or so. And, Mac?”
“Yeah?”
“Unlike you, when I said I’m up for it, I meant I’m up… as
in up.”
“Jaysus.”
46 Taylor V. Donovan
Mac closed his eyes and adjusted himself. It wasn’t until he
went back to their booth five minutes later that he realized he
never asked the guy what his first name was. Friggin’ great.
He ordered another beer and faked being interested in his
surroundings while trying to come up with a valid, credible reason
to abandon his friends and get out of there without looking like a
total ass. He more than appreciated the birthday celebration, but
there was that unexpected present he couldn’t wait to unwrap.
He talked to Chris and Gabi and watched Braxton dance with
Ryan, but his mind had checked out from the club the second
he’d seen Sexy Super Agent’s number displayed on his cell. What
was he going to do? The more minutes passed, the more quiet
he got and by the time his cell phone vibrated and he read the
“I’m out front” message he was ready to jump out of his skin,
which totally worked to his advantage because, at the end, he just
told his friends he wasn’t feeling too well, had a headache—a
half lie, considering how badly his little one was throbbing—and
that he’d had enough of the club and was ready to go back to his
room.
It took him a few minutes, but he was able to talk his friends
out of leaving with him. He was perfectly capable of getting a
cab and making it back to the hotel on his own. Then finally he
was free to make a quick beeline for the exit and go be with the
man that had kept him hard as a rock for days.
ChAPteR thRee
May 15, 2009
New York City
The gods must have been smiling on Sam because, after
brushing his teeth, dressing in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and
writing down a note for his mother in case she got up and went
looking for him, it only took him forty minutes to make his way
to Mac. At a club. He was picking him up as opposed to meeting
him at his hotel room.
Fucking unreal.
What had possessed him to make such an offer? This wasn’t
a damn date. It was… a sexual meeting. Yeah. And he’d sped all
the way from Queens to Manhattan in order to make it there as
soon as possible, not because he was anxious to see this man, but
because the sooner he took care of business, the sooner he could
go back home.
Yeah. That was it.
He double parked a few feet away from the club’s entrance, sent
a message to Mac and instinctively scanned the street, something
he’d been doing since his days with the police department. People
would be surprised if they could see how many normal looking
predators lurked the streets, especially around this club. It was
the place where some of the victims on the Leviticus case had
last been seen.
But then the door opened and all coherent thought escaped
Sam.
“Holy Mother of God…”
He rolled down his window and signaled with his truck’s high
beams until he was sure Tex had seen him. Then he leaned back
in his seat and just watched him.
48 Taylor V. Donovan
The guy was huge. He was wearing blue jeans that were tight
in all the right places and a dark red shirt that brought out his
lightly tanned skin and the whiter streaks in his golden blond
hair. It also showcased bulging, rippling biceps. His full, sensuous
mouth and straight nose softened the sharp angles of his face,
and Sam could’ve sworn he was able to see Mac’s emerald green
eyes sparkle under the street lights.
He was fucking stunning and Sam was insanely turned on just
from watching him walk.
Mac reached the truck and instead of getting in right away
he stopped by the driver’s side door and smiled. A low moan
rumbled its way out of Sam’s throat before he even realized it.
He loved dimples, and Mac had them in spades.
“Damn,” Mac said. “You are hotter than I
could find a way to leave by himself. “It isn’t,” he finally said.
“See you in forty-five minutes or so. And, Mac?”
“Yeah?”
“Unlike you, when I said I’m up for it, I meant I’m up… as
in up.”
“Jaysus.”
46 Taylor V. Donovan
Mac closed his eyes and adjusted himself. It wasn’t until he
went back to their booth five minutes later that he realized he
never asked the guy what his first name was. Friggin’ great.
He ordered another beer and faked being interested in his
surroundings while trying to come up with a valid, credible reason
to abandon his friends and get out of there without looking like a
total ass. He more than appreciated the birthday celebration, but
there was that unexpected present he couldn’t wait to unwrap.
He talked to Chris and Gabi and watched Braxton dance with
Ryan, but his mind had checked out from the club the second
he’d seen Sexy Super Agent’s number displayed on his cell. What
was he going to do? The more minutes passed, the more quiet
he got and by the time his cell phone vibrated and he read the
“I’m out front” message he was ready to jump out of his skin,
which totally worked to his advantage because, at the end, he just
told his friends he wasn’t feeling too well, had a headache—a
half lie, considering how badly his little one was throbbing—and
that he’d had enough of the club and was ready to go back to his
room.
It took him a few minutes, but he was able to talk his friends
out of leaving with him. He was perfectly capable of getting a
cab and making it back to the hotel on his own. Then finally he
was free to make a quick beeline for the exit and go be with the
man that had kept him hard as a rock for days.
ChAPteR thRee
May 15, 2009
New York City
The gods must have been smiling on Sam because, after
brushing his teeth, dressing in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and
writing down a note for his mother in case she got up and went
looking for him, it only took him forty minutes to make his way
to Mac. At a club. He was picking him up as opposed to meeting
him at his hotel room.
Fucking unreal.
What had possessed him to make such an offer? This wasn’t
a damn date. It was… a sexual meeting. Yeah. And he’d sped all
the way from Queens to Manhattan in order to make it there as
soon as possible, not because he was anxious to see this man, but
because the sooner he took care of business, the sooner he could
go back home.
Yeah. That was it.
He double parked a few feet away from the club’s entrance, sent
a message to Mac and instinctively scanned the street, something
he’d been doing since his days with the police department. People
would be surprised if they could see how many normal looking
predators lurked the streets, especially around this club. It was
the place where some of the victims on the Leviticus case had
last been seen.
But then the door opened and all coherent thought escaped
Sam.
“Holy Mother of God…”
He rolled down his window and signaled with his truck’s high
beams until he was sure Tex had seen him. Then he leaned back
in his seat and just watched him.
48 Taylor V. Donovan
The guy was huge. He was wearing blue jeans that were tight
in all the right places and a dark red shirt that brought out his
lightly tanned skin and the whiter streaks in his golden blond
hair. It also showcased bulging, rippling biceps. His full, sensuous
mouth and straight nose softened the sharp angles of his face,
and Sam could’ve sworn he was able to see Mac’s emerald green
eyes sparkle under the street lights.
He was fucking stunning and Sam was insanely turned on just
from watching him walk.
Mac reached the truck and instead of getting in right away
he stopped by the driver’s side door and smiled. A low moan
rumbled its way out of Sam’s throat before he even realized it.
He loved dimples, and Mac had them in spades.
“Damn,” Mac said. “You are hotter than I
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