Page 37 of Our Secret to Keep

My father says all gay men are going to Hell. He would tell me what I’m doing is unnatural and defies the laws of nature.

Fuck him.

If this is Hell, sign me up. I’ll gladly burn with my fellow sinners.

Men are kissing and practically fucking on the steps, the dance floor, and up against the bars. I dart toward the first bar, and a small hand grabs my dick. Another hand squeezes my ass.

“Hey, cutie,” a twink yells at me, batting a pair of eyelashes so long they must be fake. “Where are you going?” He wiggles his tiny ass, the spandex pants clinging to his lithe frame. “Dance with me.”

I could crush him at six feet two and two hundred pounds of solid muscle. Compared to him, I’m a giant. I could easily throw him around and do whatever I wanted.

But he’s not my type.

I come here looking for someone like Nate, someone similar in height and build to me. Bonus points if they like sports, especially hockey. So far, I have yet to find my perfect match at this club… or anywhere.

Because my man is at home withher.

I shake the twink off and continue toward the bar, searching for men who meet my criteria—my Nate checklist.

Leaning against the bar, I flag down a shirtless man behind the counter. Bodies and gazes shift in my direction, and my cheeks flush with heat. Every time, I wonder if someone will recognize me. After six months of coming here, my secret is still safe. But it’s only a matter of time before someone reveals it.

“You look lost,” a deep voice growls in my ear.

“Let me guess,” I say, turning to face him, “you…”

The words stick to my tongue and won’t come out. Entranced by the gorgeous man standing before me, I let him invade my space with his manly scent.

He has short, spiky black hair and is toned in all the right places. Shirtless, mesh shorts hang low from his narrow waist. I could get lost in those big blue eyes lined with eye black—like I am right now.

We’re the same height and build, except my arms are more muscular and covered in tattoos. He leans into my bicep, smothering the air from my lungs as his lips inch toward mine.

Holy shit!

It’shim.

A quizzical look crosses over his face. “Have I seen you here before?”

Panic sets in for a second before I realize he means the club. Most people come up to me and ask why I look so familiar. I always tell them I haveone of those facesand run in the opposite direction.

“I come to Glitter sometimes. So, yeah, you’ve probably seen me around.”

His eyes. I couldn’t ignore them if I tried. My sexy Law and Ethics professor—aka Baby Face—stands before me. Because of him, Nate jerked me off and now sends me sexy videos. I know it’s because Nate was jealous. The thought of me getting off to another man probably infuriated him. Whatever his reasons, I will never tell Nate to stop sending those hot as fuck videos.

“Not sure how I missed you.” He licks his lips, and I want to jam my cock between them. “You have a face I’d never forget.”

It sounds like a cheesy pickup line, but coming from him, it’s hot.

I unzip my hoodie so he can see I’m also fit. His eyes lower to my chest, slowly inching down to my cock. The sweatpants leave nothing to the imagination.

I move my hand to his hip and pull him closer. “Can I buy you a drink?”

He shakes his head. “I’m working.”

“Are you a bartender?”

“How about I let you figure that out?”

My lips brush his, but he makes no move to kiss me. “I like a little mystery. What’s my prize for solving it?”

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