Page 3 of All Twisted Up
“Just got here, sweetheart. I’m gonna make the rounds. Might see you later.” I had absolutely no intention of seeing him later.
“You’re such a tease.”
I really was, but I didn’t put conscious effort into it. I just nevereverslept with the same guy twice. That probably made me a dick. Then again, I really didn’t care. Commitment wasn’t a word in my book…except to my brothers-in-arms. To them, I was infinitely loyal.
“Let’s go,” Mickey grumbled, grabbing my arm and pulling me away from the twink.
“You know, you should let me set you up with a guy,” Mickey said as we walked around the club.
I always circled the room at least once, checking out the guys. Dance Hall Boys was full of gorgeous men tonight.
“Set me up with a guy?” I scoffed. “Like one ofyourprevious hook ups? No thanks.”
I let my gaze roam over a guy’s ass. He was a possibility. We kept on walking but I was brought up short when Mickey grabbed my sleeve. “There!” He pointed to a guy standing near the dance floor.
“What?” I asked, stopping beside my friend.
“Look at him. Don’t you recognize him? He’s allovergay Instagram. That guy is famous.”
I looked at the guy who I could positively say wasn’t the least bit familiar to me. “Famous? Who is he? An actor or something?”
He stared at me, jaw hanging open. “No, Nash. I mean famous. Not for acting but you know…faaa…mous.”
A lightbulb went off and I was pretty sure my mouth made a perfect O. “You mean in the bedroom or something?”
He grinned. “Of course.”
I took a drink of my beer, but Mickey went on, lowering his voice so I had to lean close to his lips to hear what he had to say. “I’ve heard that guy is into tantric sex stuff.” He tightened his grip on my forearm. “I heard he once gave a guy a two-month orgasm.”
I coughed as my beer went down the wrong pipe. “What?” I choked out.
He held up a hand. “Swear to God. That’s what I heard.”
I shook my head, unable to hide my grin as I looked at the floor. When I glanced up, he was watching me with an earnest expression. “Oh, my God, you’re serious. A two-monthorgasm?”
“Yeah.” He nodded enthusiastically.
“Mickey, I don’t have time for a two-month orgasm. I have a job.”
He lost it, bending over, and holding his stomach. When he could finally breathe again, he took my arm and tugged on it. “Come on, idiot. Let’s just go find someone for you to take home.”
I laughed as I followed my buddy, weaving through the crush of bodies toward the dance floor. Mickey was right. I’d come here to find a guy after all. We were stopped on the way by several guys who looked familiar. I just smiled and cupped my ear, pretending I couldn’t hear what they were saying over the thump of the music, before moving on.
“What the hell, Nash?” Mickey asked, frowning as we finally stopped at the edge of the dance floor. “Have you slept with every guy in this bar?”
This was a surprise to him?I just shrugged. “Not all of them…okay, most of them,” I muttered under my breath. Mickey rolled his eyes which made me chuckle. I clapped a hand on his back. “Don’t be a such a cock block.”
He scoffed. “I just pointed out the guy who will give you a two-month orgasm. That’s notexactlybeing a cock block.”
I laughed again then took another chug of my beer as I turned my attention to the way two hot, young things weretwined around each other only a few feet from us. They were small, and incredibly pretty. And when they suddenly started making out, I felt my cock thicken. They were into each other, and it was hot as hell to watch. I’d had my fair share of threesomes and the very idea of it made me hot. When they finally separated and looked over at me with sultry smiles, I knew the show was just for me. It was all the invitation I needed.
I thrust my beer at Mickey. “Hold this.”
He took it and I walked up to them both as they reached for me at the same time, big smiles on their stunning faces.
“Hi,” they said in unison.
“Hey, guys,” I purred, sliding my arms around them, pulling their lithe bodies up against mine and began swaying with the music.
