Page 16 of His Stepdad Wears Leather

The bartender nodded, holding his stare. “Don’t forget about me out there with all those hot men.”

“Impossible,” Noah murmured. He flicked the man’s nipple ring before heading for the dancefloor. Another song change hit seconds before he arrived—a club mix of one of his favorite songs—and he moved to the beat. His limbs grew looser… almost liquid. Soon, he was swaying between two older leather-clad men, bumping and grinding away. Giddy, he already felt much lighter.

Noah barked with laughter, the freedom electrifying. His thoughts went to the man at the bar. Turning, he saw he was being watched. A smile spread on his face. Warmth swelled through his limbs with the sensation of that heated regard. His body quickened, molten. Spinning away, he laughed and continued his celebrating.

Suddenly, he was pulled back against a strong chest. “Miss me?” was whispered against his ear. Noah smiled, leaning toward the man. Strong hands clasped his hips, fingertips almost bruising. The imprint of a hard cock pressed against his lower back—pulsing with life.

A cock that he was sure craved to claim him.

It was now or never. Either he followed through—or he ran away like a scared little boy.

I’m done being scared. I’m tired of running.

Circling in those strong arms, he eyed his sexy bartender. “Hiya,Daddy.”

The bartender growled against his ear. “You really like this daddy thing, hmm?”

Noah gasped, heat pumping through his veins. “Absolutely.”

They danced together, their bodies brushing close—a prelude of what would come next. Molten, Noah pressed against all the curves and shallows of his sexy bartender. One song became two… three. Sweat glistened over his body as they moved. The lights and the sounds, the freedom, coupled with the hot man—and the remnants of the liquor—and he was slightly intoxicated by it all.

This is really happening.

After dancing a few more minutes, his bartender captured his mouth in a kiss that took Noah’s breath away. Granted, he’d been dancing his ass off and was already a little winded—but even if he hadn’t been—that kiss would’ve left him gasping. When they parted, Noah focused on the man’s eyes and was lost.

Entranced.

The stare was intense, the excitement palpable.

Noah leaned closer and spoke against the guy’s ear, “You taste like cinnamon.”

“And you taste like fire,” the bartender replied. “I think I might like the burn.”

The man’s warm breath whispered over his ear, tickling the sensitive nerve endings there. It sent a shudder through Noah. The kiss along his neck and scrape of beard that followed caused more tremors. His cock tented his jeans, the soft lace of his manties suddenly too rough. It abraded his overly sensitive skin. The dance continued, drifting into a slower song once more. Bodies close, he ground his ass into the thick root behind him, desperate to feel it against his naked body.

Inside.

Deep inside.

The heat was getting to him. Peeling off his hoodie, he turned to face the man. As he tied it around his waist, he sensed the bartender’s fingers at the hem of his shirt before it was drawn off his body. Bare chested, he was cooler.

And a bit more vulnerable. The sensation lasted only a few seconds—until he was chest to chest with his dance partner.

Noah lifted his stare and was captured in dark heat. Hunger like nothing he’d experienced lingered there. He was no virgin, but it wasn’t like Noah had slept around, either. He’d had one hook-up—a bible camp counselor, of all things, and one brief partner on the DL—and all the sex had beenterriblyawkward. Both men had been older. Noah definitely had daddy issues and didn’t care. Luckily, from the looks of his dancing partner, he might have finally found a daddy who knew what he was doing.

Hopefully.

His inner voice was apparently on board, for once.He’s got moves. That’s a good sign.

“Want to go cool off a moment?” his bartender whispered in his ear, the heat of his breath causing Noah to quiver. He realized there would be no cooling off.

Only more heat.

He leaned back and nodded, peeking through his lashes.

His hand was grabbed before he was led off the dancefloor. They managed their way through the throng of dancers and toward the back of the club. Noah’s bartender opened a door emblazoned with ‘No Entry’ before whisking them both inside.

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