Page 15 of Gold Rush
“Bouncer, recon man, you know, no special skills except walking around and looking at stuff.”
“Recon is the most important thing, isn’t it? Without that, you can’t possibly trust going into a job. Right?”
He was flirting, but Goldie refused to flirt in a bar that was less than gay friendly. “Watch that stuff here, Dean.”
“I can’t help it.”
“Really? And why is that?”
“Because,” he whispered. “You’re the most incredible looking man I’ve ever seen in my life. And I’ve been to Italy.”
Goldie laughed heartily, getting looks cast their way. He threw down a twenty and said, “We need to go.”
They walked along the street, and Goldie tried to pay attention to the area, but it was hard with those blue eyes cutting to him and away, the bright smile that came with it. “You could have gotten us killed in there.”
“You’re a big guy. I doubt they wanted to scrap with you.”
“You never know how a man feels when he’s scared or bigoted. Anyway, show me more.”
“Sure,” he said, then took Goldie’s hand, surprising him before he pulled Goldie down an alley and pushed him against the bricks of one of the buildings.
Goldie was much bigger than Dean, but it didn’t matter. Dean had the upper hand as those eyes smoldered, and his tongue ran over his lips to wet them deliciously.
When he moved up to his toes to kiss Goldie, Goldie remembered he had strength, so he picked Dean off his feet and held him to kiss him tenderly, much slower than Dean’s plan, he was sure.
A first kiss should be tender, sweet, he thought. A first kiss would set the tone of whatever was to come for the couple, and Goldie didn’t want a hot fuck and that was it. He was ready for more in his life.
When he set Dean back to his feet, Dean’s eyes slowly opened as he whispered, “Wow. Wow. That was…”
“Decent?”
“That was perfect. You like me.”
Goldie again laughed. “Yeah, and?”
“Just making sure I wasn’t the only one. So, let’s get back to work. Stop flirting with me.”
For being so reserved when they’d first met, the real Dean was coming out, and Goldie liked him much better.
“How was the makeover?” He asked as they walked down the sidewalk.
“Abs is…funny, and he hates me.”
“No, he doesn’t.”
“I don’t mind it. He’s protecting you. I’d make a guess that of all the guys in the place, you and him are the tightest.”
“He’s my best friend, yeah. We’re…close.”
“Are you in love with him?”
The questions he had were very forward. Goldie found he liked that. “No. I love him as a friend. As a close, wonderful friend.”
“That can certainly turn into another kind of love.”
Thinking of Cosmo and Hippy, he knew that to be true. “Maybe, sure, but he’s like my little brother. And yes, he’s very protective of me, and I am of him too.”
“Have you ever had to beat someone’s ass for him?”
