Page 19 of Gold Rush
He laughed, and Goldie laughed with him, but they ended up kissing, and Goldie held him off his feet to better feel him. That little body against his big one somehow made it feel terribly erotic. He practically climbed Goldie, wrapped him in arms and legs, kissing him hard, deep. God, he was perfect, and Goldie wanted him as badly.
“Your break is almost up, I’m sure,” he said when they came up for air.
“Can we, I don’t know, go on a date or something?”
Goldie nodded as he set Dean back on his own two feet. “Yeah. Yeah, for sure. Not tonight. I’m playing a hooker tonight.”
“Right. Maybe I’ll pick you up and pay you, then you’re gonna have to give me some.”
He jogged back to the door, glancing back and winking before he disappeared into the club. Goldie’s heart was hammering in his chest, and he laughed as he let it slow a little. “He’s gonna kill me.”
Chapter Six
Abswasinhiselement, gathering all the guys in the basement where they usually rehearsed for the weekend bartending shows and where they worked out all the rest of the time. On all their gym equipment, there were clothes laid out, in a range of colors from gaudy to downright loud.
Murphy laughed as Abs went to all of them, holding a shirt up against them, then pants, changing his mind, sending them to change in the storage room, then clucking his tongue as he fixed them when they returned.
Goldie was given a cropped T-shirt, and Abs told him it was to show off his abs, and tight leather shorts. “OMG, showing off that bubble butt! Perfect,” Abs said when Goldie came out of the storage room, uncomfortable as hell in the clothes.
“Abs, I look like…”
“A hooker,” Murphy said, snickering.
“Oh, Murphy, that reminds me,” Abs yelled as he got into one of the fifteen bags he had next to the weights and grabbed jewelry. “This is all costume, but very good costume.”
After draping gold-plated necklaces around his neck, Abs instructed him to grab the garment bag and take it into the storage room. “Don’t let the pant legs drag on that dirty floor. And don’t take off the tags. We’ll need them to take back the suit.”
“Take it back?”
“Unless you want a six-thousand-dollar suit, yeah.”
“Abs! You spent six grand on a fucking suit?” Murphy was furious, but Abs just batted his lashes and looked less than guilty.
“Sorry, Big Daddy.”
“B-Big Daddy? What the fuck?”
“Well, don’t some hookers call their pimps that?”
Murphy snatched the garment bag on his storm into the storage room, and Mims and Abs giggled like little kids.
Cosmo laughed with them. “You two are hilarious.”
“We’re trying to be authentic.”
Cosmo had a similar tank to show off his perfect abs too, then came the tight red jeans and elevated shoes.
“I feel ridiculous,” he moaned while looking in the mirror behind the weights.
Haze pushed him playfully. “You’re not wearing thigh-high boots, so you can shut the fuck up,” he said, trying to balance on the platform heels he wore.
Abs had successfully kept all the men in the colors that corresponded to their names, and it was for a good reason. When they would be watched by Ryan, Murphy’s son by a previous marriage, and Eazy, they’d be far enough away that they may not see who is who without the color pattern.
Haze smirked in the mirror when Goldie got next to him. “I look weird.”
“We all look weird. Abs has been trying to get us into this kind of thing doing our weekends bartending.”
“Can you see me running around in back of the bar with these on? I’d break my ankle, if not my neck.”
