Aiden
When Aiden heard those words, hot against his ear, he growled and nuzzled Marc’s neck. He’d hoped to talk to Marc about why he hadn’t reached out, but the current situation made it difficult. His dick throbbed in his jeans and he could feel Marc hard against him.
“Is that what you want? Because once I take you home, you’ll be in my bed,” he husked, his eyes on those pale blue orbs looking back at him.
Marc’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and Aiden wanted to lick him there. Nip at the delicate skin and suckle him. Leave a mark for all to see. Fuck, the thought of marking him brought out a whole slew of dirty things he wanted to do. He leaned in and asked him again. “Is that what you want?”
Marc shivered in his arms and glanced down for a moment, but when he gazed up at him through those gorgeous long lashes, the desire shined through. He nodded and Aiden’s blood heated as he slid Marc down the length of him, the fever inside building to a boil. He needed to get this man into his bed. It was more than a yearning. The need to be with Marc buzzed through him. Every cell was on fire at the thought of Marc laid out under him, naked and willing. It was too much and he couldn’t wait any longer.
He grabbed Marc’s hand and pulled him through the dance floor, bumping shoulders with people a few times, but he pushed on, weaving through the groups talking around tall tables, passing the lines of those waiting at the bar, and finding Sam and Graham at the booth.
They were engaged in some hot make-out session themselves, oblivious of their surroundings. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Marc bite his lip and stare as Graham straddled Sam’s lap and wrapped his hands around the man’s head. Their kisses were open and wet, and sensing rather than hearing their moans over the loud music only fueled Aiden’s lust. He noticed a few others surrounding them also taking in the show—hell, two guys palmed their cocks through their pants, practically humping into their hands.
He cleared his throat as he reached for the black leather jacket he’d tossed into the booth earlier. Aiden bit back a smile when he noticed Marc’s eyes rounding upon seeing the leather jacket. Aiden turned back to their friends. He hated to break them up, but he didn’t want them wondering where Marc had gone when they finally came up for air.
“Guys,” he shouted over the music, “we’re leaving.”
Graham glanced at him with eyes glazed with lust. He seemed a little unsure of what Aiden had said, but Sam whispered to him and Graham smiled. He waved, then turned his attention back to the hot man he loved.
Once again, Aiden pulled Marc through the club and pushed out the door. The air cooled his dampened skin and he breathed deep. The look in Marc’s eyes sent a thrill down his spine, but then he saw the man shiver and he worried about him being cold. He draped his leather jacket over Marc’s shoulders. The man’s eyes widened as he stared up at Aiden and slid his arms into the jacket. It was huge on him, but damn if it didn’t look good on him also. It gave Aiden a thrill to imagine Marc wearing only the jacket.
They remained quiet until they reached his bike.
Aiden handed the helmet to Marc and mounted his bike. “Honesty, here.”
“Okay,” Marc said, putting on the helmet.
Aiden gripped his shoulder. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we met. Hell, I even downloaded some George Michael songs. Been listening to them all week.” He chuckled, knowing that made him sound like a lovesick teenager. “I’m not sure what’s going on in that head of yours, but I hope you won’t cut me out again.”
A smile played at Marc’s lips and his eyes twinkled. “You downloaded his songs?”
Aiden rolled his eyes. “Get on the damn bike.”
Marc hopped on much easier this time and slid his arms around Aiden’s waist, holding tight.
The engine started and Aiden took off toward the lake. The stars were out, but the sky was too hazy in the city to enjoy them. Aiden hoped they’d be brighter at the lake.
Marc leaned his head against Aiden’s back, making his dick throb in his jeans. He knew they needed to talk. He needed to find out why Marc had gone radio silent after the night they met. He’d wracked his brain all week, worried he’d said something wrong, had been too aggressive. Aiden wasn’t used to this, trying to impress a guy and hoping he felt the same way. Because, God, the draw to Marc was intense. Only back in high school with his first crush had he felt anything even close to this.
Marc’s arms tightened around his waist as they leaned into a curve. The cool air whooshed around them as the bike took them down the highway and onto the winding roads surrounding Wesley Lake.
He noticed the closer they drew to his house, the harder Marc pressed up against him. The desire rolling off the man in waves proved intoxicating. He focused on driving, but found it increasingly difficult. When one of Marc’s hands brushed against his bulge, Aiden held it there, pressing it against his dick.
They flew past Sam and Graham’s place, continuing down the road to Aiden’s. He pulled up and set the kickstand, staying seated. Marc slid off and handed the helmet to him. He yanked off his own, then pulled Marc close. He nearly gasped at the desire he saw in the man’s eyes, and the idea of talking to him, of trying to figure out their feelings, flew out the metaphorical window.
He kissed Marc’s lips. Softly. Gently. Just a tease of what would come, but Marc didn’t let him stop there. He pulled Aiden toward him and he gave him another, deeper kiss.
Marc was shaking when he pulled away. Aiden got off the bike and squeezed Marc’s hand. The look in the man’s eyes nearly dropped him to his knees.
The words tumbled before he could stop himself. “You need a daddy who knows how to take care of you.”
Marc’s eyes widened and his pink tongue licked his lips. A needy whimper tore from his throat and that was when Aiden knew he’d found the man’s kink. Marc wanted a daddy and Aiden wanted to give it to him.
“Get your ass inside,” he growled, his voice deep.
Marc practically raced to the door. Aiden didn’t find it amusing or odd. Instead, it was hot as fuck, and he couldn’t wait to see what the night held.