Page 26 of Burning Up

“Will do.” Bryce walked off before Jack could start giving him advice too. He grabbed his bag and headed for his SUV. Where was he going? Home? Marlo’s? He looked down at himself. He wasn’t going to Marlo’s dressed in some of his oldest jeans and a scruffy Atlanta Fire and Rescue Department t-shirt. If he had any sense, he wasn’t going at all. No matter what Gray thought, he wasn’t falling for Toby and Matt. He enjoyed their company and thought they were hot as hell and good in bed—or on the floor. Who wouldn’t want them? They were awesome guys, caring, dedicated to their job, easy to get along with, good kissers, pliable, submissive, so good at taking his cock. And they made such gorgeous noises.

Holy fuck! He had to stop this!

In the end, his rational side lost the battle. Once he’d taken Rollo on a walk around the block, instead of grabbing an after-work snack and winding down with a movie like he usually did, his legs carried him, unbidden, to his bedroom. He extracted a pair of tight black jeans from his closet. Thank God he’d kept in shape and they would still fit. Once he’d zipped himself up, he changed into a fitted shirt, gray with thin black stripes. He’d never gone for flashy, but his body looked damn fine in the ensemble. He ran a hand through his short hair, studying it. Fuck, no! He wasn’t going so far as to break out the styling products. Matt and Toby could take him like this or not at all.

They’ll take you right home and you’ll fuck them again, won’t you?

Hell, yes.

He’d obviously lost his goddamn mind.

A few minutes later, he pulled into the parking lot at Marlo’s. On a weekend it would be packed, but Tuesday night was quiet enough that there were several spaces left. After parking, his prudent side nearly got the better of him. He dropped his head onto the steering wheel and took a slow breath. Was he really going to do this?

Go home.

Stay.

Go home.

Stay.

For a few seconds, he let himself recall his fantasy of watching Matt and Toby dance, of telling them what he wanted, moving with them and then in them.

Fuck. Now he was so hard, he’d have trouble walking to the door. Maybe they wouldn’t even be there. Maybe they’d moved on to another club or changed their minds. That would be best for everyone, wouldn’t it? If they weren’t there, Bryce could find someone else for a hot, dirty fuck and forget them.

Those boys are the only dirty fuck you want.

Bullshit. I’m just horny, and I need to get off with a willing man.

Right.

Yes, right.

Please tell me you don’t really believe that.

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Before he surveyed the room for Matt and Toby, Bryce found a spot at the bar and ordered a drink. Within seconds, he located them, standing at a tall table near the bar, drinks in hand, watching the dance floor like they were making a plan.

He almost ran for the door. Was he going to be a reckless idiot or a gutless coward? He chose door number one. But he wasn’t reckless enough to approach them yet. Maybe they wouldn’t notice him. There were plenty of gyrating half-naked men on the dance floor who might attract their attention.

Bryce studied the crowd, trying to find someone who interested him half as much as Matt and Toby. There were plenty of men out there who were hot as hell and would probably bend right over for a big bear of a firefighter, but they weren’t what he wanted.

He turned to order another drink, and a man slid in behind him, rubbing his firm body against Bryce’s back. Nothing odd in a place like this, but usually his size intimidated people.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

Toby. So they’d seen him after all.

He took his drink from the bartender and turned around. Toby was right there, so close that leaning in for a kiss would hardly take any effort. But Bryce didn’t move. He simply waited. Toby moved even closer. Bryce could feel his warm breath, but instead of kissing him, Toby angled his head so he could speak against Bryce’s ear. “We want you to join us.”

Bryce couldn’t have said no if his life depended on it. Toby took his hand and led him to their table. Once again, he wondered how the hell Toby managed to take control so easily when with any other man, Bryce set the pace.

Matt watched them as they approached. Even in the dim light of the room, Bryce could see uncertainty in his eyes. But when Toby glanced back at Bryce, he was all confidence. His blue eyes sparkled in a grin that could melt even the coldest heart.

“I thought you didn’t go out much.” Toby shouted to make himself heard over the music.

“I don’t, but I decided to tonight.” He glanced at Matt. Had he told Toby about the note?

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