Page 5 of Broken Trust

His breath hitched as he followed Kellen’s movements, tracing his fingers over the man’s muscular arms and powerfully built chest. It was as if they were fucking right there on the dance floor.

The room faded away as Atlas gazed into Kellen’s emerald green eyes, completely enthralled by the seductive dance. For someone so huge, Kellen’s movements were fluid and carnal. Atlas was willing to bet the guy moved even better in bed.

Pulling Atlas back toward him, Kellen trailed his lips across Atlas’s neck, almost making him forget how to breathe. Atlas closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the pleasure that trembled through him.

He needed to live a little. It wasn’t as if he was looking for a relationship, either. A hookup couldn’t hurt, could it? One night of amazing sex and the guy would be gone by morning.

Curling his hand around the mountain’s nape, he pulled Kellen down, and pressed his lips against the guy’s ear. “Let’s go back to my place.”

Atlas thought the guy would grab his hand and pull him out of the bar, but Kellen raked his gaze over him. “Right after this song, sweetheart.”

The song couldn’t end fast enough.

When it finally did, he felt woozy. Kellen placed his hand on the small of Atlas’s back and guided him through the crowd, heading for the exit.

As soon as they were outside, the night air slid over Atlas’s skin, cooling it down from the stuffiness inside the bar.

“Where’re you parked?”

He didn’t bother asking why Kellen didn’t have a car. Atlas’s mind was too focused on sex to care. “This way.”

“Toss me your keys,” Kellen said. “We can get there much faster if I drive.”

That was a good idea. It would give him a chance to text Braylon to let his best friend know he’d left with Kellen.

Atlas tossed his keys, and the sexy stranger caught them midair. “The black sedan to your right.”

Using the fob, Kellen unlocked the car. Atlas slid into the passenger seat as the guy moved around the hood. When the door opened, Mr. Mountain leaned down and shoved the seat all the way back. After adjusting the mirrors and starting the car, they were off, Atlas giving him his address.

The bad thing about Kellen driving was the fact that Atlas had time to think about what he was doing. He was going home with a complete stranger. Erring on the side of caution, he pulled out his cell phone and snapped a picture of Kellen.

“What was that for?”

“I’m sending your mugshot to my best friend just in case I’ve misjudged you.” Atlas hit the send button. “Now your face will be plastered all over the news if you decide to bury my body somewhere.”

Kellen smirked. “Baby, the only thing getting buried is my cock in your ass.”

Atlas prayed that was true, since this was something he’d never done before.

Kellen cocked his head to the side, inhaling deeply. “Do you have an air freshener in here? It smells like a field of jasmine.”

“Jasmine?” Atlas frowned. There was a vase full of them on his kitchen counter. He’d always loved the way they smelled and bought a bouquet of them twice a month. “I don’t have an air freshener in here. I think you might have had one too many tonight.”

He doubted the flowers in his apartment had a strong enough smell to cling to his clothes.

Slowly, Kellen turned his head, his brows furrowed as he looked at Atlas. “Change of plans. You’re coming home with me.”

“Why? My apartment is close by.” Now he wondered if he should tell the mountainous stranger to pull over because Atlas was starting to reconsider his reckless decision.

“I have a huge bed and plan to make use of every inch of it with you.” Kellen headed toward Hinkley Road.

“Why are you driving so fast?” Atlas asked when he noticed everything going by in a blur. He glanced at the speedometer, his eyes widening when he saw Kellen was doing eighty miles an hour down a back road that didn’t have any streetlights.

“Do you want me to slow down?”

“Please.” Atlas didn’t want to turn into a splatter on the road.

With a smirk, Kellen raked his eyes seductively over him.

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