Page 70 of Spilled Coffee

“Come here,” Devon commanded, his voice carrying an edge of authority that left little room for argument. He grabbed Lisa by the wrist and tugged her toward him until she was perched precariously between him and Ethan on the vinyl booth seat.

Ethan’s mind raced. That kiss was forceful and unwanted, and it left him reeling in ways he hadn’t expected or prepared for. He didn’t want this, and every fiber of his being screamed at him to get up and leave before things spiraled further out of control. And yet... he stayed rooted to his seat.

Devon wasted no time diving back into action. His mouth found Lisa’s, devouring her in a kiss so deep it seemed almost theatrical in its intensity. But even as his hands roamed over her body, one sliding up under her shirt while the other gripped at her hip possessively, his eyes kept darting over her shoulder to Ethan.

His hand crept across Lisa’s lap and landed firmly on Ethan’s thigh instead of hers. The touch wasn’t gentle, it was insistent and demanding, and when his fingers began massaging upward,Ethan felt panic rise like bile in his throat. He didn’t want this—not Lisa, not a threesome, and most certainly not Devon’s roughness.

Logan’s touch haunted him, but it was soft and tender, a world apart from this aggressive grip now squeezing his groin.

“I—uh…” he stammered, bolting upright so fast he nearly knocked over his drink in the process. “Sorry, I need the head,” he blurted out before making a hasty retreat without waiting for permission.

Behind him, Devon’s amused chuckle followed, “If you need a hand in there…”

Ethan didn’t stop walking, in fact, he quickened his pace until he reached the restroom door and pushed inside.

CHAPTER 35

It wasa full fifteen minutes before Ethan returned to the table. His footsteps were hesitant, his expression clouded with unease. “I’m gonna go home,” he said, firm enough to carry his resolve as he avoided Devon’s gaze. “I shouldn’t have come here tonight.”

Devon’s tilted his head slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before it was replaced with that easy grin that always seemed to have an answer for everything. “It’s still early,” he countered, reaching to grab Ethan’s hand. His grip was firm, not forceful, as he tugged him down into the seat. “You’re not into the threesome thing? Fine. We’ll palm her off on Brick later. Hell, she’ll be too drunk to care who she’s fuckin’ or blowin’.”

Ethan recoiled slightly, an uncomfortable knot forming in his stomach. The casual cruelty in Devon’s tone hit like a slap to the face, and his frown deepened as he tried to process the man sitting across from him.

“She’s not my type,” he said, choosing his words carefully. “This kinda thing... it’s not me.”

Devon leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “I told you it’s fine. Hell, I was only playing along cause I thought she’d help you unwind.” His grin softened into something more intimate ashe brushed a thumb over Ethan’s cheek. Then, without warning, he leaned in and bit Ethan’s lower lip with a playful nip. It was meant to disarm, but instead it sent a jolt of confusion pounding through Ethan’s chest.

“We can go one-on-one, if that’s what you prefer.” His lips curved into a smirk as he tugged the collar of Ethan’s shirt. “You’ve been giving me the come-on since the bar, all those flirty eyes, little touches, that kiss. Everyone can see how much you want it.”

Ethan’s breath hitched sharply, a cold wave of nausea rising in his throat.Was I?The question swirled around in his mind even as he struggled to think of a response. The insinuation made him want to shrink into himself and disappear entirely. “Uh… sorry,” he stammered, the words tumbling out as heat crept up his neck and cheeks. “I didn’t realize I was... I didn’t mean?—”

“Oh, c’mon… seriously?” Devon interrupted with a scoff, rolling his eyes as his hand slid under the table and landed possessively on the worn denim of Ethan’s jeans, and worked slowly upward with deliberate intent. “God, you feel good. You’ve got perfect muscle tone,” he purred, his voice thick with desire as he continued to knead Ethan’s thigh. “And you playing all innocent. I like it, but don’t drag it out too long,” he added. “I get frustrated easily.”

Panic clawed at Ethan as Devon grew bolder. He felt trapped and every nerve in his body screamed for him to get away from here, but he couldn’t move and remained frozen in his seat as conflicting sensations warred within him.

The heat of Devon’s touch was impossible to ignore, and it burned through the fabric of his jeans sending an involuntary spark of arousal coursing through him despite himself.

A low groan betrayed him, and Devon grinned triumphantly at the reaction. “See… you’re such a fuckin’ tease,” he murmuredsmugly, his hand shifting higher until it grazed against Ethan’s growing erection. “You can’t fool me, I know how much you want this.”

Ethan felt outmatched as those strong hands roamed over his chest and shoulders with increasing insistence. His eyes darted around the club, searching desperately for an ally or even just a witness to what was happening, but all he saw were couples locked in their own worlds, bodies grinding with breathless kisses. To them, this probably looked nothing more than another hookup spiraling toward its inevitable conclusion.

“Um... maybe we shouldn’t, not here,” he said, gulping down air as he tried to keep his voice steady.

“Not here?” Devon repeated, his smirk widening as his hand grazed dangerous territory. He leaned closer until their noses nearly touched. “Okay, so how do you want to do this?” His voice was raw with hunger, and he pressed their foreheads together briefly before pulling back. “You’re turning me on so bad, you’re going to have to give me a little something. How about a blowjob in the bathroom, just to calm things down? Hell, I’m hot to explode all over you, baby bear.”

The words were like a punch to the face, a vulgar demand wrapped in faux sweetness. Ethan felt vomit rise in his throat as he scrambled to find an escape route. “How about some more drinks?” he blurted out. “I’ll grab some. You want another JD and coke?”

Devon nodded slowly, clearly reluctant but willing to play along—for now. “Sure, why don’t I get them,” he drawled as he stood from the table and sauntered toward the bar with an air of confidence that made Ethan want to throw up.

As soon as Devon was out of sight, he slumped forward in his seat and buried his face in his hands. "Shit..." The word slipped through gritted teeth, muffled against his palms. His thoughts spiraled out of control, spinning faster even than the lightsflickering across the dance floor. Logan’s voice entered his head, like a judge delivering a sentence.You’re not cut out for this, Ethan. You think you are, but you’re not.

He’d laughed it off, but sitting here now he felt the weight of those words settle deep in his gut.

Logan’s right... I can’t handle this.

He exhaled then straightened just as Brick materialized, conjured from thin air, his usual broad grin plastered across his sweaty face. “Wheyey, man… What’s happenin’?”

Brick radiated energy, and tonight was no exception. Flanking him on one side was Abbey and Lisa joined them, each latched onto one of his massive arms like glittering ornaments on a Christmas tree.

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