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“Hold
on, Brody, I’m going to rock your world.” Will laughed, but the laughter died
as he lost control. He slipped his hands around Jude’s hips and pulled him
closer to the edge of the stool, forcing Jude to wrap his legs around Will’s
hips to keep from falling off. Jude gave up his hold on the vanity and instead
held onto Will with both hands, the stool becoming the only thing keeping him
from hitting the floor. “Do you trust me?” Will asked.

“Yes,”
Jude answered without thinking. Will nodded, and with a grunt, he lifted Jude
off the stool and held him suspended off the floor. Jude curled around the man,
letting him fuck him, slowly, deeply, just like this, standing in the middle of
a dressing room with mirrors reflecting their images back at them from all
directions. He couldn’t escape the vision. He couldn’t close his eyes. All he
could do was hold on to the big man and ride his dick until his body couldn’t
handle the strain. Electricity sparked down his spine, and his skin pulled
tight, everywhere, not just his scrotum. Jude felt as if he were on fire as
wave after wave of pulsing blinding light flowed through his body. “Oh, god,
what are you doing to me?”

Will’s
whole body reacted, and he pressed his lips hard together. Will’s eyes were
blazing purple fire before he closed them as sweat beaded on his forehead and
dripped down his face.

“I’m
going to come, Jude. I can’t fight this. You feel too fucking good on me.”

“Come.
Fuck, yeah.” His whole body became flame. He expected to turn to ash at any
moment and just float away. Will placed him back on the stool and leaned over
him. Jude stayed wrapped around him, and as his back hit the sharp edge of the
vanity, heat erupted inside Jude.

Will
buried his face in Jude’s neck and cried out his release. When he was finished
he loomed over Jude, his face serious. He didn’t say anything.

Jude
expected him to pull out and leave him there as he’d done the last couple of
times. “You didn’t finish?” he asked after a moment of heavy breathing.

Jude
shook his head. He felt as if he’d come buckets—his limbs felt leaden and his
mind was fuzzy with post-orgasmic haze, but his dick betrayed that notion. “I
came, I just didn’t come… I didn’t know that was even possible.”

Will
rocked his hips slowly, his dick still as hard as it was before he filled his ass
with cum. “You nearly squeezed my dick off. I thought…” Then Will again hit
that spot that made Jude’s body dance like a fucking marionette on strings.
“There, right there, I want to see you come, Jude. Just from this. Just from
what I’m doing right now.”

He
squeezed Will’s neck letting him control him, letting him own him. Will leaned
his forehead to Jude’s his gaze, refusing to let Jude look away as he hit that
spot over and over again.

This
time the familiar pull of his balls was all the warning he had. “I’m coming. Oh
fuck, Will, feels so…” He couldn’t make his tongue work, he couldn’t fight off
the moan that became a groan that became him begging for more, begging for Will
not to stop. And then Will was whispering words, egging him on, calling him baby,
telling him how hot he looked. It was all so fucking surreal. He dug his
fingers into Will’s shoulders and came. Hard and hot. Inside and out.

His
cries mingled with Will’s until he didn’t know what was real anymore.

“I,
uh, oh shit… sorry to interrupt…” Jude heard his brother say from what seemed
like miles away. Will’s swore in Jude’s ear, and it set off peals of laughter
from Jude that he could not control. Fuck, his brother just watched him get
fucked. How fucked up was that? “I… the limo is here… just thought I should… okay,
I’m going to go wait up front.”

“Fuck.”
Will pulled out of him too fast and Jude went spinning toward the floor when
the stool toppled over. He was too drunk, or too fucked, to even care that he
was going to hurt tomorrow. Wouldn’t be the first time, the thought struck his
mind, as Will caught him and held him tight.

Chapter
Fourteen

Jude
seemed dazed and sluggishly confused as he struggled to stand on his own in
Will’s grasp. Will held him steady, hoping he’d find his legs. He didn’t. “Are
you drunk?” Fuck! If Jude was under the influence then Levi really would have
his head.

“No,”
Jude said after a couple of heavy breaths. “I don’t know. Maybe.” He wouldn’t
meet Will’s eye. “Where are my clothes?”

Will
scooped their clothes off the floor and handed Jude’s to him. Cum glistened on
the man’s chest and down his leg. Will winced at his own stupidity. “There’s a
john back there if you want to clean up.”

Jude
nodded, and still looking dazed, headed in the direction Will had indicated.

The
image of Jude with his flushed face and burning whiskey eyes wouldn’t leave his
memory. The man wrapped around him… God, he was so fucked. Fucking Jude like
that, standing up, holding him as if he weighed nothing… and Jude had let him.

Jude
came back in, his hair sticking up where Will had pulled, his shirt buttoned
wrong.

“We
should hurry,” was all Jude said as Will fixed his shirt and smoothed his hair
back from his face.

“They
won’t leave us behind,” he assured the man as he helped him put on his shoes.
“Jude…we should talk.”

“Tomorrow.
We’ll talk tomorrow.” Jude held onto his shoulder as Will tied his shoe.

“Where’s
your jacket and tie?” He didn’t remember stripping that from the man, he was
already down to just shirt and pants when they came back.

“Out
there somewhere, doesn’t matter.” Jude lurched off the stool into Will’s arms.
When Jude didn’t immediately push away, Will did what came naturally—he held
him, nuzzled his neck and then turned him toward the door. Jude didn’t protest.
Instead, he walked, slowly, purposefully, as if he had to force himself to
concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other.

Will
paused to turn off the dressing room lights. He didn’t think about the mess
they’d made on the vanity or the floor. If he did he’d… So what? He’d fucked a
dude, and he’d liked it. It didn’t mean shit. Just two people getting off.

Levi
waited at the bar, in the last circle of light in the place. He was shirtless
under his jacket, and quiet. “The limo is out front. I need to set the alarm
and lock up.” He pushed Jude’s jacket into his arms and gave Will a look that
said they’d have words. “Is he okay?”

“I’m
not drunk,” Jude seemed to straighten up under the scrutiny. “I’m… it’s none of
your business, Leviticus.”

“I
didn’t say anything.” Levi smiled and stepped back into the shadows. The
outside door opened and cold air wafted inside. “Let’s go, it’s almost three in
the morning. I need some sleep before we drive back to Alabama tomorrow.”

“It’s
always about you isn’t it?” Jude said as he passed through the door. Levi
visibly bristled but didn’t say anything. Will heard the sound of an alarm
arming. Then Levi pulled an iron gate closed over the front entrance to the
club and bolted it.

“You’ve
done this before I take it?” Will asked Levi, ignoring the surlier of the two
brothers and letting Levi climb into the limo first. He held on to Jude’s arm
as a gust of wind burst from the river. Jude looked dead on his feet.

“A
few times yeah,” Levi said with a wink before climbing into the limo. Will held
the door for Jude but he refused. Not wanting to fight, Will ducked into the
car next and took the spot next to Levi while Tracy occupied the rest of the
space on the other end of the seat. Across from them, Bo and Dylan sat on the
far ends of the seat, leaving that one space in the middle open.

When
Jude made it to the inside of the limo, Will reached out and pulled him into
his lap. Jude’s protest was short lived. One look across the limo made walking
in the cold seem the warmer option. Tracy’s raised eyebrow was the only comment
on these seating arrangements, allowing Jude to relax a bit.

“Traffic
is crazy. There’s an accident up on the interstate. Parties all over the
quarter blocking traffic. It’s three o’ fucking clock in the morning, don’t
these people have homes?” Tracy asked softly as the limo crept through the
narrow streets.

“This
is New Orleans. The bars never close and people sleep in doorways,” Levi
informed him, wiggling under Tracy’s arm and giving Will a bit of room to
adjust his burden. Jude turned sideways and, as if it was no big deal that he
was sitting in Will’s lap, laid his arm around the back of Will’s neck and
leaned against the window behind him.

“Are
you really going to buy the club?” Tracy asked Levi tensely. Levi’s interest in
it must have surprised Tracy as much as it had Will.

“Maybe.
It’s a good investment. It feels like home. I can’t just let it change hands
and become something I wouldn’t recognize, now can I?
 
I mean, after all it is where we first met.”
In that moment, Levi suddenly became Livy causing Tracy to melt. Oh yeah, that
would work on the big man.

Too
bad Jude would never think to— Jude laughed softly, the sound so close to
Will’s ear that he felt his breath and responded
 
as if he hadn’t recently come… twice.

“Doesn’t
mean I’m moving back to New Orleans to play bartender,” Levi asserted.

“Maybe
you should,” Tracy responded, a surprise to Will. “It’s something you’d be good
at. And Liv, I know you’re not happy back home. I don’t want you to have to put
up with the shit the locals throw at you. So maybe this is a good investment.”

“Does
this mean—”

“I
am not breaking up with you, for fuck’s sake, Liv. Isn’t it enough that the two
of them are at each other’s throats tonight?” Tracy nodded to the couple across
from them looking out opposite windows. “It’s just that… we’ll work it out. At
the worst it’s a four hour drive. Not the end of the world.”

“Mind
your own business,” Dylan growled from the semi dark, his blue eyes seemed
bright in the dim light.

“I’ve
minded my business long enough to know he’s not after your business. I don’t
know why you feel threatened after all this time.” Will hadn’t pegged Tracy for
a fool, but right now, the man was risking his life. “It happened, Sunday. Get
over it.”

“Why
does everyone think I care what Twinkle Toes over there gets up to? He’s never
been a threat to me. Just because he’s fucked everyone in this car doesn’t mean
he means shit to me!” Dylan’s bitter words pissed Will off.

“Hey!
I resent the implication that I’m a man whore,” Levi said playfully, his voice
going into a falsetto, the smile he wore didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ve had
sexual relations with only half of the people in this car, thank you very much.
Counting myself and not the driver… but then again if you count the driver the
tally goes up… so maybe I am a man whore.”

“You
are sweetie, trust me. But a retired man whore,” Tracy cooed, pulling Levi into
his lap and running his hand under his jacket. “Wait… the driver? Levi… is
there anyone you haven’t had sex with?”

“Jude
and well, Sunday… because I really want to keep my dick attached to me,” Levi
purred as he leaned into Tracy’s searching mouth.

“You
couldn’t handle me, Brody, that’s for damn sure.” A hint of a smile crossed
Dylan’s lips.

“Oh,
sweetheart, you have no idea what I can handle. I seem to remember this one
party with several of your brother’s in arms in which they finally learned the
real meaning of ooh-fucking-rah. And if while we’re on the subject, you can
thank me later for finally making your boyfriend into a man, baby.”

Will
choked at the growl that came from the other seat. Not from Sunday, but from Cephus.
“Jesus, it’s true, you and Levi? Jesus Bowen…when? So the rumors that the two
of you were hot on the field was because you were humping each other off the
field like a couple of horny dogs… fuck man.”

“You
might want to check your homophobia at the door, Slayer. The pretty
thang
sitting in
your lap is a dude, if you didn’t notice. A Brody at that,” Bo countered, his
smirk visible even in the dark of the dimly lit residential streets.

“It’s
none of your business,” Will muttered. Anger coursed through Will’s body,
nearly consuming him. He had no idea why he was so angry. Even Jude’s warm
breath washing against Will’s neck fueled his ire. He turned his head to look
at Jude; one hand was curled up in his lap, and the other was against Will’s
cheek.
He’d fallen asleep. Or passed out from
all the booze he’d consumed. Something warm swirled in Will’s gut, something
strange and oozy wanted to make him smile. Will scowled instead.

“He
drank enough tonight, he would’ve been an easy score. Hell, half the women here
would have followed him back to the dressing rooms, but it was you. Did he put
up a fight?” Bo said the smile that curled his lips wasn’t like anything Will
had ever seen from him. Bowen Murphy had a mean streak after all.

Dylan
charged, picking up where Bo left off. “How long have you been
jonesing
for dick? Or did the legendary Slayer charm fail
to work on the strippers? Any port in the storm when that Viagra kicks in,
huh?”