Page 15 of His Stepdad Wears Leather

The bartender shook his head, trying to hide a smile, it seemed. “We don’t fight inside the club. You provoked him.”

“He was trying to push me out of the way and… I liked the view from my seat,” Noah murmured, the fuzziness growing.

“Yeah, it’s apparent you did. But no more fighting or you’re out, too.”

Oh my god… I’m not getting kicked out.Noah nodded, leaning in closer. “Okay…” He grinned.“Daddy.”

Nearly every one of his senses experienced the man’s gasp over that one, little word. Noah heard the hissing of breath. He felt the movement of the man’s chest. He perceived the widening of the eyes. The reaction empowered him.

He felt bolder after witnessing it.

His bartender licked those very kissable lips. Noah’s tongue darted out, too. After wetting it, he bit his bottom lip, hungry to feel weight and pressure on them. The taste of whiskey and whatever the man tasted of. Their gazes locked, and heat enveloped Noah—heat he was pretty sure wasn’t from the alcohol.

“Do you always take such a personal interest in the customers who come into the bar?”

The bartender held his gaze, a hint of a smile on those delicious-looking lips. “I was simply making sure you were okay. He was a bit aggressive.”

“Yeah… a little. But aggressive isn’t bad… when it’s sought.”

The bartender’s lips hitched up again… and a soft smile escaped.

It was Noah’s turn to gasp. He’d seen that smile before, but in the darkened bar. Now, he had a better view of that devastating grin that was enough to take him to his knees…pray for that blessing. Be a good, good boy.“You havesucha nice smile.”

“Oh?”

Noah lifted his hand to caress the side of the bartender’s cheek. He stopped before touching him, though—realizing he might be crossing a line. “Sorry.”

Their eyes locked, and Noah was drowning.Hold on tight!His fingers itched to do just that.

“What are you sorry for?”

“I was about to touch you without asking permission… after you kicked out a man for pretty much doing the same to me.”

Noah was once again caught in the man’s intense stare.

“Touch away…”

He lifted his hand again and, this time, he caressed the man’s beard-covered cheek. “It’s softer than I thought it would be.”

“I take good care of it,” the bartender whispered.

“Would you take good care of me, too, Daddy?”

After a shiver raced through the man, his bartender leaned in closer. “You want to be my boy, hmm?”

“Yeah, Daddy. I wanna be your boy.”

He didn’t miss the tick pulse at the side of the guy’s forehead. Or fail to notice how his hands clenched into tight fists. His bartender liked the game. Noah would bet every dollar left in his pocket and more, if he could. When the man’s lips crashed down on his, Noah knew he was right.

His hands slid to palm the man’s chest as he got his first real taste. There was a hint of the whiskey and… cinnamon? Whatever it was, it tasted heavenly. Noah lowered a hand and grazed that hard piercing. He pinched the cooler metal and the nipple it punctured.

“Mmm, sorry to crash the party… but I need to get past,” a voice said beside them.

They broke apart—Noah breathless. He should’ve probably been a little embarrassed, but he was still reeling from the kiss. The woman passed them with her tray high before his daddy for the night leaned back in.

“I need to check in on the bar… make sure everything’s covered before I can sneak away. Can you give me a little bit? Like ten or so?”

“Sure. I’ll go have myself a dance or two, if that’s okay.”

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