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Off Sides

Andi Jaxon

Chapter one

Nick

The music in the club is deafening and the writhing of bodies on the dance floor means it’s hot, but there’s a heaviness in the air that feels like sex and pleasure. Gay clubs are a gift from the gods, and you can’t convince me otherwise. It’s a safe place in a world that isn’t.

The bass vibrates my bones, possibility hums along my skin, and arousal hits my veins like adrenaline. It’s been a long season with not much time for sexy fun times, so tonight, I’m on the hunt. I need to come, and at this point, I don’t care if it’s down a throat or in an ass.

Since it’s December in Denver, it’s cold as fuck, but as I strip off my jacket and check it at the door, I get some interested looks. A twink at the bar damn near has his chin on the floor. I send him a wink and scan the room. I’m not really in the mood for a twink tonight. No, tonight, I want a guy like me. A jock who will put up a little fight before dropping to his knees for me. I want a bit of a challenge.

My gaze lands on a few guys but none that really pull at me, so I head to the bar to order a beer. I’ve got time to wait for the right one.

The twink with long dark hair draping over one shoulder comes over and sits on the stool next to me. His ripped jeans look like they were painted on, and the fishnet shirt shows off his lean, pale chest. He’s sexy, and he knows it.

“Well, hello there.” He leans into my space, placing a hand on my knee as he speaks to me.

“Hello,” I flirt a little, running my fingers along the sensitive flesh on the inside of his arm as I lift my beer to my lips.

“What are you in the mood for tonight, sugar?” He drags his lip between his teeth, looking me over again and pausing at my groin. “I promise I’m a goodfuckingtime.”

I cup his jaw and run my thumb across his lower lip. “I’m sure you are, sweet boy, but I’m on the hunt for a different kind of prey tonight.”

He sticks his thumb out and huffs, but he wishes me a good hunt and stalks off. I’m enjoying the sway of his ass in those jeans when movement at the door catches my attention.

Who do we have here?

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