“DUDE! SHANE!” The guys were hooting and laughing, waving to him like he’d been gone for fucking ever. Man, you’d think he’d never taken a three-day before.
“Hey, guys!” Shane waved, Galen right there. “Look who’s home!”
“Dude! We thought you’d died, man. We had a pool going on about whether Shane’d murdered your ass for the insurance!” Jake’s laugh rang out, the bar cracking up.
Galen snorted and shook his head, that black hat sitting low over those hot eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Shut up, y’all.”
“Oh no way. We haven’t messed with you in weeks!”
Shane chuckled, headed behind the bar to check inventory. Lord love a duck, the boys did enjoy poking the bear.
Galen didn’t seem to mind, really. He just growled for the show. At least Shane thought so. “Can I have a whiskey, darlin’?”
“Sure, Len.” Shane grabbed a bottle, a glass.
“Shane. Dude.” Wade grinned from his corner of the bar, blond hair all in his face. “You disappeared on me!”
“My guy came home. What do you expect?”
“Oh. Man. Shot down by the steady.” Wade grabbed his heart, wobbled on the chair like a big old dork.
“Hey, he’s been a little busy.” Oh, that was almost a growl, but Galen smiled and held out one big square hand. “You must be Wade.”
“I am. You must be Galen. I’ve heard a shitload about you, man. Real nice to meet you. Real nice. You got yourself a good man there.”
Shane beamed a little, poured Len’s whiskey, and grabbed Wade a beer. “Yeah, yeah. You just hush.”
“I do.” The smile Len shot him was brighter, more real. Sitting at the bar, Galen tossed back his shot, their fingers brushing when he got the glass back.
Oh.
Oh now.
That felt sweet as fuck.
He was bouncing as he got back to work, sporting a little happy, jonesing on the lights and the crowd and the music. The shift seemed to fly by, and it looked like Len was being a sweetheart, talking to all the guys, including Wade. Mostly about football, but that was okay.
“You want to dance one, Len?” Maybe two. He hadn’t danced in a while.
“Hell, yes.” Winking, Galen hopped up and held out a hand. Man, Len never said no when he wanted to dance. Not anymore.
Shane was grinning so hard it hurt. He hopped over the bar, to the amusement of the whole goddamn bar, and let Galen lead him out onto the little dance floor. He loved how they fit, hand in glove, Galen’s muscles against him. That big body slid alongside his, feeling like heaven. Well, maybe more like someplace naughty, as hot as it was. But still, it was too fun to stop for a little sweat.
The music kept on and on, Galen’s hands on his ass, moving them in little circles together. The guys hooted and hollered some more, but Len wouldn’t let him pay them any mind. Those eyes stayed right on his, that low, rumbly voice humming along with the music.
The bar slowly emptied out, and they were still fucking dancing, and Shane was on cloud nine—possibly cloud eleven. Goddamn.
Galen’s lips slid down the side of Shane’s neck. “Getting hornier all the time, darlin’.”
“Uh-huh. Feels good, letting it build up.”
“You think?” Grinning, Galen rubbed them together, then pushed back away.
Damn. Oh damn. “I do.” Fuck him, that was nice.
“I can go there. ’Course, I like the hot and fast and dirty too. Remember that first time out by my truck?”
“God, yes.” He looked up, caught in those dark eyes for a second. “You blew my mind, Len. I swear. And then that night. I’d never let anybody mark me like that before.”
“You have a little bruise on your neck right now,” Galen whispered, giving him a wicked grin. “I could do better, though.”
Fuck. His belly rippled, muscles going tight as his cock jerked. “Yeah? You think?”
“Oh hell yes. I think a lot. Jack off to you at night in those nasty hotel rooms, thinking of leaving a trail of bruises on your belly….” Galen had that… growl thing going.
Shane was going to fucking die from pure overload. “It’s still there. Just waiting for you.”
“Then we’ll work on it tonight, huh? Jesus, Shane.” Yeah. Galen was hard against him, the zipper of those tight jeans straining.
“Uh-huh. Tonight works. Tell me you’re done dancing.” Please, God, before he creamed his jeans.
“I’m done. Can you leave now?” Those hard hands slid right up to his shoulders, squeezing.
“Fuck, yes. Now is good for me.” Now so worked.
“Cool. Come on, darlin’. Say goodbye to the boys….”
“Bye, y’all. Going home.” He didn’t even look back at the few patrons and bartenders that were left; he just walked, Galen’s hand on the small of his back.
That big body threw off so much heat he thought he might burst into flame. Galen was all but vibrating, pushing him faster and faster. His cock was leaking, hips moving in little jerks with every step. Shit. He hadn’t needed so bad in months. Years.
“Where the hell did we park?” Len turned full circle, rumbling. Look at that man. Just look. All muscle and need.
“Toward the back.” He trailed his hands along Galen’s belly, teasing the ridges of muscle.
“Darlin’, you’re gonna make it hard to wait….” One big hand closed over his, yanking him along.
“Home.” He followed, damn near humping Galen’s legs as they fought to get the truck open.
The door finally sprang open on the passenger side, and his ass hit the seat, Len muscling in between his legs. He got a kiss that felt like it burned his tongue, all fire and need. He wrapped his legs around Galen’s waist, tugging him in close. Their chests slapped together, the need between them burning.
“God, yeah.” Nuzzling right against his throat, Galen pushed his T-shirt aside and bit down.
“Galen!” He was going to fucking crawl inside Galen’s skin and rub. So fucking hot.
“Need you so damned bad.” Those hands moved lightning quick, shoving his shirt up so Len could twist the rings in his nipples.
“Got. Got me. Fuck. Len. So good.” That burned so fucking bright.
“Want everything.” Sweet. Galen humped against him, cock rubbing his through their jeans, making him grit his teeth.
“Uh-huh. Want.” He got one hand on the small of Galen’s back, pushing them harder together.
“Need skin. More skin.” Chuckling, Len moved back a little, fighting his hands to get at their zippers.
“Perv. In the parking lot.” He spread, leaning back so Galen could have more.
“Some things don’t change.” His cock slapped right into Len’s palm, and the man went to town, stroking him up and down.
“No. No, some things….” Shane couldn’t quite get his hands to move, couldn’t quite figure his shit out, man.
“Love the way you move for me, the way you feel.” Galen licked at his throat, squeezing him.
“Love you. Come on. Come on.” He humped up, ass sliding on the seat.
“Shane. Darlin’.” Oh, look at the flush on those cheeks, that tanned throat. Len rubbed harder, pulled harder, eyes right there, holding his in that hot gaze.
What was he supposed to do but come so hard his teeth chattered? Nothing. Nothing at all.
“Oh fuck.” That was it. Galen came for him too, big body shaking where it pressed up against him, hot as fire.
“Yeah. Home. Home and we’ll tear it up.” He licked Galen’s lips, panting, still half-hard.
“You know we will.” Groaning, Galen lifted off of him, bending to press one hard kiss to his lips. God, the man was good.
Good thing the man was his.