CHAPTER FIVE

Cane

 

I’d gone to the club for two reasons: to scope it out at Karl’s insistence, and to drink away the memory of Travis’s roar of grief an hour earlier. I’d already done my spying, and the three Jack Daniels I’d consumed since I’d sat down were beginning to blur the edges. Then I spotted Tony and all intention of getting shit-faced disappeared.

Tony rarely went to clubs, and to say I was surprised to see him would be an understatement. Looking hot as fuck in a tight T-shirt and a pair of ass-hugging jeans, he had the attention of every man around him. He didn’t look happy to see me, so I eventually moved from the bar to an out of the way table. Then Tony had hit the dance floor, and I’d watched him with some huge dimwit, jealousy boiling inside of me. Then he left, only to return to the floor a while later, obviously drunk and rubbing up against some twink to song after song while my dick got harder and harder in the confines of my pants.

I retreated to the bathroom, sitting on the closed toilet seat in a stall, scrolling through my phone while a couple guys fucked two stalls over. I got a text from my cousin ordering me to arrange the funeral of Travis’s wife, and the alcohol in my stomach threatened to come back up. That was what happened when you displeased my cousin—he went for the jugular, and everyone working for him remained painfully aware of it.

I heard a deep, predatory voice outside my stall say, “Hey, baby boy. I’ve been looking for you. Wanted another dance.”

I froze when I heard Tony say, “Hiya. You’re the caveman.”

Baby boy? Fury had me pressing one eye to the crack of the door, and I stiffened when I saw the Neanderthal who’d danced with Tony earlier in the evening.

“I’ll be whoever you want. Right now, I’d like to be the guy with his mouth around your dick.”

It was bad enough the guy had crowded Tony against the sink, but when he dropped to his knees, fingers groping at Tony’s jeans, I saw red and was out of the bathroom stall and grabbing Tony by the arm before I even realized it.

“Come on,” I said. “We’re going home.”

The guy kneeling on the floor looked up at me and then at Tony.

“This your boyfriend, angel?”

Tony shook his head, big blue eyes trying to adjust on me. “No. He doesn’t want me.”

My heart stuttered. I did want him. I just couldn’t have him.

The guy on the floor turned back to the task at hand. “His loss.” He unzipped Tony’s fly and pulled out the cock I still saw in my dreams. As the man’s lips lowered to the rosy, cut tip, I yanked Tony away, out the door, and into the crowded club.

“Hey!” the man bellowed behind us. I tried to hustle Tony through the throng toward the exit, but the area around the bar was jammed-packed.

“Hey, man, what’s going on?” Axel came out from behind the bar and elbowed his way over to us. “Tony, put it back in your pants, man!”

Mouth forming an O, Tony looked down at his exposed dick like he’d forgotten about it—I certainly had. Axel tucked him in and zipped him up before turning on me.

“What the fuck, Cane! You get him drunk and attack him in the goddamn bathroom?”

“What? No! I was saving him from—” At that moment, the Neanderthal came pushing through the crowd, eyes blazing.

Axel spoke into his walkie talkie. “Todd, I need you and Jed by the bathrooms.” A burst of static preceded an affirmative.

“Who do you think you are busting in on a private moment?” the big guy yelled at me, face purple with rage. He reached for Tony, but I knocked his hand away.

“Fuck off!” I snarled. “You were about to blow him in the bathroom, not put a ring on his finger.”

“What exactly is your problem?” Neanderthal made a fist, and I tensed, readying for a fight, but just then two big bouncers barreled through the crowd and pushed between us.

“I’m going to have to ask you both to leave,” one said, grabbing my arm while the other grabbed Neanderthal’s.

“We were just going.” I shook him off and tugged Tony toward the door, filled with the need to get him out of there and away from harm.

“Where we goin’?” Tony slurred, stumbling along beside me.

“Home,” I said curtly.

Tony spread out his arms. “But I was dancin’.” He hiccupped.

“Yeah, well, you need about a pot of coffee and a good night’s sleep.”

Outside, the cold air hit me like a slap to the face, and Tony rubbed at his bare arms.

“Where’s your coat?” I asked.

He turned glazed eyes to me. “Huh? Oh. Inside.” He turned to go back into the club, but I grabbed hold of him. Shrugging out of my jacket, I helped him into it.

“But what about you?” Tony asked, looking adorably worried.

“I’m good. You come here on Hung’s bike, or you got your own?”

“Hung’s,” Tony said.

“Okay, you can ride bitch on mine.”

When Tony swung up behind me and pressed his body against my back, I stifled a groan at how fucking good it felt and revved up the engine while he wrapped his arms around my waist like he belonged there.

When I stopped at a light and put my boot to the concrete, Tony scooted closer to me on the seat. I bit my lip when the bulge in his pants pressed against the small of my back and his head rested against my shoulder.

He clutched me when we started up again.

I made record time getting to the clubhouse.

In the dark driveway, I waited for Tony to dismount then managed to keep him from taking a nosedive into the snow before helping him up the front steps and inside where he stood uncertainly in the living room.

“Let’s get you to bed,” I said, leading him down the hall.

“You cockblocked me,” Tony said, as though he’d just realized it.

I glanced at him. “That guy wasn’t going to stop at sucking you off. He would’ve pulverized your asshole,” I said more gruffly than I’d meant to as the thought of the guy touching Tony that way sent a jolt of fury through me.

In his room, I nudged him onto the bed and pulled off his shoes.

Tony snickered. “Pulverized.”

I shook my head, holding back a smile. “Believe me; he would’ve done whatever he wanted. Get your jeans off, and I’ll make you some coffee.” I needed to get away from him for a minute and catch my breath. Being so close to Tony looking so sweet and vulnerable was making it difficult for me to think straight.

I left him and walked into the kitchen. The house was silent. The driveway had been empty when we’d pulled up, and the garage door had been closed.

I brewed half a pot of coffee and carried a mug into Tony’s bedroom where he was still struggling to get out of his jeans. He made an amusing sight trying to wiggle out of the tangle he’d gotten himself into, but a glimpse of his bare ass as he almost yanked off his boxers with his jeans sobered me. I remembered too well how it had felt to be inside that pretty ass, and the longing that welled up inside me threatened to break me. Quickly, I set down the cup and roughly helped Tony strip, trying not to look too closely at him while I did so.

My cell phone rang, and I dug it out of my jacket as Tony tumbled into bed.

“Yeah?”

“It’s Hung. Axel told me what happened. Tony okay?”

“Yeah. Tucking him into bed with a hot cup of coffee right now.”

“You stay out of his bed.” Hung’s tone was steely.

“Look,” I said, tired of the man’s attitude, “I saw you encourage him to get with that big brick of testosterone. If it hadn’t been for me, he’d have had his ass plowed in the little boys’ room tonight while you were getting your rocks off on the dance floor. So fuck off.” I disconnected.

Tony peered at me over the top of the coffee mug, eyes wide. “Who waz’at?”

“Hung,” I said, holding myself back from walking over there and kissing him senseless, he looked so goddamn cute. I cleared my throat. “You should be more careful when you go to clubs. Next time I may not be there to help you.” I backed away from the bed.

“Okay,” he said, gaze following me.

“Get a good night’s sleep.” I turned to leave.

“Cane?”

I stopped halfway out the door, body rigid.

“I don’t get you.”

“That makes two of us,” I mumbled and kept going because I knew I didn’t have the strength left to keep myself from him.