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“No
little blue pills tonight.” Will didn’t stop at his arm, he turned in the seat
to face Jude, his breath sweet, and hot on Jude’s skin. “And I’m not drunk
either. What’s Levi doing?”

“Looks
like he’s dancing, almost like he forgot Sunday is there, he’s moving with the
music, Dylan is refusing to look at him.” He winced at the touch of Will’s
fingertip as it slid along his jawline and down his neck. “So what is this,
revenge? Because I fucked you you’re going to make me want it, so you can
humiliate me? I’m not interested.”

“Could
be. Could be I just want to fuck something and you’re the only one here that’s
available.” Will ran his hand down the row of buttons, and Jude could feel each
tiny bump as his finger skipped over a button. He paused over Jude’s belt
buckle. “I bet you’re already hard.”

He
wasn’t. But he was getting there quickly. The husky voice in his ear didn’t
help any. Neither did the fact that he could turn his face just a fraction and
come mouth to mouth with William Slater. “Care to test that theory?”

“I
am not in the habit of just randomly grabbing some dude’s junk.” Will went very
still but he didn’t move to put any distance between the two of them.

“I
seem to remember a couple of times—”

“Shut
up, Judy, you talk too much.” Will wiggled in the seat, shifting until he
leaned on his hip next to Jude. “This chair is too small.”

“Then
find another one.” Jude put his back to the arm and leaned onto his hip more
until they were almost facing each other. “It’s not like this seat is made for
two people.”

“I
thought we were watching the gay boys fight… I’m willing to bet they have Livy
down on his knees.”

“You
are disgusting.”

“He’s
asking for it. Just look at him. He’s practically humping Sunday while their
boyfriends watch.”

They
turned their attention back to what was going on across the room. A long low
moan echoed over the music, Dylan reached up to run his hands down Levi’s
chest. “What are you doing, Brody?”

“What?
You’ve never had a lap dance before? How long were you in the Marine’s? And you
never went to a single strip club? I know enough Marines to know that’s a load
of shit.” Levi was up on his knees, hips pumping with the music. “He loves me.
I love him. So what’s the damage, Sunday? Talk to me, buddy.”

“I’m
not your buddy.” Sunday lowered his hands slowly over Levi’s belly. “I don’t
even like you.” He slipped his fingers under the waistband of Levi’s satin
stripper pants and pulled.

The
snaps down each side gave way leaving Levi wearing nothing but… well, it looked
like underwear that laced up the front like his high school football pants had.
Gold lace-up underwear, well that was certainly a new one for Jude.

“You
want me though. You could have had me. Twice. You turned me down both times.” Levi
took Dylan’s hands and linked their fingers. “No touching the dancer.”

 
“And you wish I’d never came home. You think I
should have stayed dead. It would have been Bo you proposed to tonight. He
would have been the one… he could have been happy.”

“Is
he not happy now? He looks happy to me.” Levi swayed as the music changed.
Moving lower, he leaned over the Marine, grinding his hips suggestively but
without touching.

“The
first time Bo met Livy was just like this. He came into this club. He looked
lost and way out of his comfort zone. Liv’s first instinct was to quietly slip
out the back. But we were already fucking. So what the hell. I seduced him on
the dance floor. And offered him a lap dance. I stripped for him in the back.
My tattoos gave me away or he wouldn’t have ever figured it out. He doesn’t see
me, Sunday. I was just someone to have sex with. But yeah, if you want to get
right down to it, I do wish you had stayed dead. If you hadn’t come back with
one foot in the grave… pun intended… we would have spent another few months
together. We possibly wouldn’t have had a shitty season. I wouldn’t have torn
my shoulder because I was hurting and distracted. It would have been so much
better if you’d stayed dead.”

“But
you never would have met Tracy. You love—”

“According
to you, I’m head over heels for Bo and settling for Tracy. So yeah, I wouldn’t
have met Tracy. Bo and I would have had sex on his couch that afternoon and
then flown down to Florida to crash his dad’s funeral. I wouldn’t have gone to
the club covered in bruises. This incredibly sweet man wouldn’t have offered to
save me from my abusive boyfriend. And then I wouldn’t have lost him because I
was too busy trying not to feel anything. I love Bo. We had seven months
together. But you came home and fucking ruined that for me. I haven’t been with
him in two years. But you’re right. Bo and I are in love and we need to—”

Sunday
wrapped a long fingered hand around Levi’s neck. “That’s not what I mean. You’re
putting words in my mouth,” Dylan shouted, lifting Levi off him with just one
hand.

Tracy
released Bo, and they were both coming to Levi’s aid. “Do it. You want to,”
Levi said as he threw up a hand to wave them off. “You’ve wanted to for a long
time. Because I slept with him. You weren’t exclusive. You didn’t go back to
Afghanistan and live like a monk. Tonight—something triggered this. What
happened, Sunday?”

 
“His name was Charlie.” Dylan dropped his hand
and slumped forward to rest his head on Levi’s shoulder. “I let him get too
close. I was assigned to his protection detail. He was my responsibility. After
I left Bo, I was counting down the days until I could come home. And then… it
wasn’t supposed to happen. I got a text from a friend tonight. Charlie passed
away this afternoon. It should have been me. I’m the only one who made it out.
Everyone in my team is dead. I’m the only one left. And Bo loves you. If I had
died. If…” Dylan fell back against the chair defeated. Levi looked stunned by
the confessions that poured from the Marine.

Tracy
stepped in and lifted Levi out of Dylan’s lap and carried him over to the
stage. “Dance for me, Livy,” he said in an overly loud voice as Bo dragged
Dylan into his arms. “Let them talk now, Levi. It’s okay, baby, just listen to
the music and dance.”

“I
love you,” Levi said, but he didn’t dance. Instead, he simply stood on the
stage looking lost in nothing but his gold lace up jock strap and a pair of
knee high biker boots. “If I hadn’t met you… I just want you to know, okay.
It’s you I want to spend my life with.”

“I
know,” Tracy said as he jumped onto the stage to meet him. He pulled off his
tie and his jacket, and then his shirt. He put one huge hand behind Levi’s neck
and pulled him close. “I know, Liv.”

“I
won,” Will whispered as he moved close enough to grab Jude’s ass and squeeze...
hard. “I told you Levi would break him.”

Sunday
wrapped himself around the bigger man. Jude could see his shoulders shake as
sobs wracked his body. Despair twisted Bo’s face as he stroked his lover’s hair
and held him. On the stage, the same look of despair was on his brother’s face
while Tracy tried hard to distract him.

Something
monumental had just happened, yet here Jude was turned on by the mere thought
that he’d lost a bet that would lead to sex… with William Slater. “You’re still
not fucking me. And that’s final.”

“Come
on, Judy, we had a bet.” Will writhed against him as he nudged his hot mouth
under Jude’s chin, to nibble and lick… oh god, Jude had to get away before this
turned into something he couldn’t handle.

“I
don’t recall agreeing to the terms. And stop calling me ‘Judy.’” Jude pushed
out of Will’s reach and left him to amuse himself however he wanted. He had to
put distance between them or lose his fucking mind. Another couple of minutes
and Will’s hands would have been down his pants and…

Fuck
he needed a drink.

Chapter Thirteen

The
cool neon light behind the bar helped Jude calm his raging libido. The distance
between him and Slater cleared his mind. He poured a glass of gin without the
tonic this time. Fuck, Slater and his bet.
  

“Since
when do you drink like a fish?”
 
He went
to raise his drink to his mouth just as Will slid his hand over the rim and
took the glass away, causing the liquor to spill over his hand and onto the
counter.

“How
is it you are so fucking huge yet you sneak up on me all the damn time? Oh and
by the way, none of your fucking business.” Jude found a cloth and wiped up the
spill trying to avoid the big man.

“I’m
very light on my feet. It’s a job requirement. And you’re drunk.” Will placed
his hands on the counter on either side of Jude before he could go for the
bottle again and leaned over him, pinning him in. Jude didn’t bother trying to
avoid the press of his body. The full erection pressing into his ass brought a
moan to his lips.

“Not
yet. But trying my damnedest to get there.” He fought the moan and the
incredible urge to push back against Will’s dick.

“Why?
This isn’t like you.”

Jude
turned to face him and immediately regretted the move because it not only put
Slater’s very erect dick very near his own equally erect dick, but it put their
faces together as well. Fuck, the man was good looking. Black hair, a dimple in
one cheek. Those fucking purple eyes. It was enough to make him want to do
something stupid… like fulfill the terms of the bet. “And you’re suddenly an
expert on me?” Jude lowered his voice and leaned closer. “We’ve known each
other a month and most of that has been spent avoiding each other.”

“I
know you’re not the extrovert you want me to think you are. That’s Levi. He’s
an extrovert trying to keep everyone from knowing. You’re an introvert
pretending to be the life of the party. Except where it really counts. You run
and hide. Like now. I watched you all night. Every time a pretty girl
approached you, you found a drink and a dark corner to escape. So, Jude Brody,
how’s that for figuring you out?” Will’s hands still bracketed his hips. He
moved closer, pinning Jude to the bar. Jude could make out the soft lines of
his mouth in the dim neon light, blue light that made Will’s dark hair glow
with the color.

“How
did you ever manage to keep tabs on me when you were busy getting strippers’
phone numbers?” Jude refused to back away or crawl onto the counter to get away
from him. He stood his ground. Erect dick to erect dick.

“You
are jealous.” Will’s smile set off the dimple that rarely made an appearance.
His breath ghosted over Jude’s neck as he leaned into Jude to whisper, “I like
it. Makes me think you’re interested in what I have in mind.”

“I’m
not letting you in my pants,” Jude returned the whisper, and added a moan when Will
cupped him. “I thought you weren’t into grabbing some guy’s junk.”

“You
were right, but you’re not some guy, I’ve already made friends with your junk. Seems
like it would be okay, since it seems to be wanting me to… pet it.”

“Jesus,
Slater,” Jude whispered as he leaned down to bury his nose in the man’s neck.
He let Will step between his feet and toe them apart, bringing him down to his
height. “You smell good. Why do you smell good?”

“Because
you want me.” Will grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him flush to his
body. Jude wrapped his arms around the man’s wide shoulders to keep from
falling back onto the bar. “Say it. So we both know it’s true. You like what I
do to you.”

“Shut
up, Slater, you talk too much.” Will slid into a slow rhythm and they moved
together in time to the music, but not to dance. God, Jude wanted skin. He
wanted the heat and the touch of Will’s junk and his combined.

Will
laughed in his ear before trailing wet kisses down his neck. The buttons on his
shirt went quietly, while Jude held on to his broad shoulders, his mind
spinning out of control.
Oh god, what
would be the harm?
He’d already been with the man. His dick deep inside
him… Jude trembled as Will licked skin as he pushed his clothes aside. “I want
to feel you. I need to know, Jude.”

“Know
what?” Jude was so damned close to losing his mind. He slid his hand down Will’s
back and around his waist until he had his belt in hand. Will sucked in his
breath as Jude worked the buckle with one hand. “You have on too many clothes.”

“So
do you,” Will growled as he pulled at Jude’s belt and zipper. The music changed
again—the throbbing dance music ended and a slow ballad came on, one Jude
didn’t recognize right now but he wasn’t exactly listening.

“Hey,
Judah, are you still licensed in Louisiana?” Levi’s shout from somewhere in the
dark cut through the erotic haze in Jude’s mind. Will chuckled in his ear as he
slipped his hand inside Jude’s pants.

“Everything
but driving, why?” Jude replied, trying to control his breathing as he called
back. Will’s eyes shone brilliantly in the neon. He stroked Jude making him
hiss between his teeth. Another sexy chuckle against his neck left Jude
gasping.

“I
want to make an offer on this place,” Levi sounded much calmer than Jude felt.
He didn’t turn around to see what his brother was up to, he drove his dick into
Will’s cupped hand and stuck his own hand inside Will’s pants to do the same
for him.