Page 51 of Stirring Up Trouble
Robin had frozen in a panic, and I could see he didn't know what to do. I doubt he had been hit on by other men in this way. He’d probably always been the pursuer, never the one having to say no.
"Don't be shy, sugar. Show me those sexy moves," the man slurred as he tried to wrap an arm around my boy.
My hand went to the back of the guy's neck and yanked him away. He stumbled, nearly falling on his ass.
The minute he was free, I pulled Robin to me.
"What the fuck?" the guy yelled.
His friend saw the exchange, then rightfully took a step back and held his hands up. He appeared to be slightly less drunk than his buddy. He also didn’t appear to want any trouble.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" drunk guy said.
"I'm the man running this damn rodeo. That's who I am. Blaze motherfucking Anders. And this man right here is mine, so you can back the fuck up or I can ban you. Which would you like?"
Drunk guy squinted at us, then shook his head. "Not worth it," he said as he threw his hand out as if to wave us away.
While it might not have been a direct jab at my boy, it was enough to send me over the edge. Turning him around with a hand on his bicep, I let out three sharp whistles. The band immediately stopped playing.
The drunk guy looked around at everyone. We had a full audience for what was about to happen. My security detail — men who were dressed in plain clothes — pushed through the crowd.
"Yes, Mr. Anders," they said.
I shook the guy and said, "This motherfucker needs to be gone. I want him banned from my rodeo, then you need to pass his name around to others. He's a predator and he harasses people.”
The guy's face went pale. "Hey man, it's nothing like that. I just came here to compete."
I scoffed. “And make sure he can't compete anymore. How about that? You want to know who the fuck I am? That's who I am. You just fucked up your career.”
The Anders name still carried enough weight to do as I promised. People would trust me to tell them when someone was too messed up to be involved in the rodeo circuit.
His friend melted back into the crowd, obviously thinking he was getting away. But Leon had noticed and stopped him with a hand to his back. I pulled one of the security guys over and said, "That one too. It's his buddy."
Within seconds, they were escorted out. I had no doubt the men NightShade Security provided would make sure no one else would be bothered in such a way. They were professionals that way.
It could have seemed like an overreaction to others. My thoughts were different. If they were willing to do this to one person, (that person being my boy who had been thoroughly claimed and paraded around by my side) then they had no problem doing it to someone else.
Robin leaned over, his mouth at my ear as he whispered, "Take me somewhere private, Daddy. I need you."
I looked at Maddox and whatever was on my face must have told him what was going on. Fuck being a good host.
"We'll be back," I said.
He smirked, then ushered Jake and Leon back to the bar to get fresh drinks. Tugging my boy through the mass of people was difficult, especially with my dick as hard as it was.
It was practically leading the way for us.
While my office would have been the best place to go, I knew we wouldn’t get there soon enough. As I reached the room that I knew was used for storage, I pulled out one of the keys I had, unlocked it, pushed us inside and closed it behind us.
Robin went to work quickly unbuttoning his pants.
I did the same.
Then he spun, bending over with urgency to present his ass. I groaned at the sight of him all submissive and needy for me.
I pulled out the lube I had stuffed in my pocket. I ripped the packet and coated myself. Then I was pressing against him.
He was tight.Fuck.He was really fucking tight.
