Page 37 of Wrecked

“Drink first,” Crow said, handing him one water.

Rebel chugged it down and Crow did the same. The glasses were placed aside and Rebel drew Crow onto the floor and into the gyrating bodies.

“Where’s Jimmy, we have a job?” Crow said near his ear.

“We have time.” Rebel smiled up at Crow and pulled. The man followed him without further protest.

When Rebel danced closely up against Crow, strong hands caught him around his waist and brought him even closer.

Their hips matched the pulsing beat. They danced, lost in each other, blocking out the world.

And Rebel didn’t want the night to ever end.

Jimmy Lincoln sat in his reserved booth on the upper floor of the nightclub.

From there, he had a bird’s eye view of Rebel dancing with a tall blond man. The way they danced had his blood boiling.

Was that where Rebel had been the past couple of days?

If so, then the blond man’s days were fucking numbered.

“Who’s that with your man?” Mitch said from his spot across the table, gazing down at the same scene.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you go down there and take care of it,” Jimmy said.

Far be it for him to get his hands dirty when he had people to do it for him.

“What? Why me?”

“I’ll let you fuck him,” Jimmy said.

Of course, he wouldn’t, but Mitch didn’t know that. The man’s eyes widened and a look of raw hunger crossed his face.

“You got a deal,” Mitch said and slid from the booth without another word.

“I have to piss.”

Crow barely heard the words over the thrumming beat and closed his hand on the back of Rebel’s sweaty neck.

Rebel took his hand and Crow pulled the man behind him toward the blue neon sign that said restroom.

Rebel wasn’t armed so if they got separated, Crow would worry. He was carrying a three-ounce Bastion carbon fiber knife.

“That’s freaking tight,” Rebel said, eyeing the knife.

If he had had a spare, Crow would have given it to Rebel.

“We will get you one,” he had promised the young assassin.

“Really?”

Crow smiled and nodded and earned another kiss. He wasn’t anywhere near figuring out where these kisses were headed, but he liked them a whole hell of a lot.

Stepping up to the restroom, they entered fairly quickly for a hopping Friday night. The place had a few men at the urinals and one stall seemed occupied.

Rebel did his business and Crow parked near the door.

When a man entered, he walked right over to Rebel, and that had Crow shoving away from the wall.

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