Page 5 of Gin & Sin

“I can handle whatever. Want to get out of here?”

“My place?”

“Lead the way.”

Fuck me sideways. I can’t believe the hottest guy I’ve ever seen is interested in me. Well, for sex, at least, which is all I want. After we exit the bar together, Kit walks with me to my car.

“I walked here,” he says. “I just live around the corner. Mind if I ride with you? I can get my own ride back.”

“No, that’s fine.”

I unlock my car and Kit slides into the passenger seat. I join him on the other side, hoping my shaking hands aren’t obvious as I push the button to start the engine. When Kit puts his hand on my thigh, I realize I’m not hiding my nerves at all.

“We’ll take it at your speed. Whatever you want to do or not do is fine. I just want to make you come.”

I blow out a breath and chuckle. “That sounds amazing. I want to make you come too.”

He smiles, gently pinching my chin. “Then we’re gonna have a good time. Don’t be nervous. Just follow your instincts.”

“Forty-eight years old and I feel like a virgin on prom night.”

Kit’s eyes soften. “I promise to make your first time memorable.”

“Okay. Great. I mean, thanks. Uh…”

Kit leans across the seats and presses a brief kiss to my lips, instantly settling my racing mind. “I’m very much looking forward to this.”

“Me too.”

I’m doing this. It’s been a long time coming, but I’m finally getting my hands on a real live man. Not bad for a quasi-virgin.

THREE

KIT

This nightsure took an interesting turn.

The more I eyed my intended twink for the night, the less I was feeling it. He was obnoxiously rude to our server, loud, and getting drunker by the minute. Not my thing.

Then this hunk of bear walked in, looking confused and insecure, and all I wanted to do was rescue him. What a surprise to learn he’s on a mission I’m more than happy to help with.

“It’s okay for you to just leave?” Stewart asks as he drives down the street.

“Yeah, it’s cool. There’s six of us running the place. They won’t miss me.”

He nods, keeping his eyes on the road. It’s been ages since an older man has even caught my eye, and by older, I mean in his thirties. Stewart is older than me, but there’s something about him that snagged my attention and hasn’t let go.

He looks like a professor with his knit sweater and corduroy pants. His sandy brown hair is probably a little longer than it should be, but it looks soft and tuggable. It’s his mouth that’s got me thinking filthy thoughts though. His lips are full and pink, surrounded by a thick layer of stubble. I can only imagine how good it’s gonna feel getting my mouth all over him.

“How long were you married?” I ask.

Stewart glances over at me. “Met her when I was seventeen. We got married at eighteen, as soon as we both graduated.”

“Eighteen. Dude. You’re forty-eight?”

He nods. “Crazy, right? Looking back, I see how it went wrong.”

“What do you mean?”

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