Page 56 of Sweet Shots

“Boyfriend?” Storm chuckles. “No fucking way.”

“Yes, way. So be nice or I’ll kick your ass.”

The two of them are suddenly in front of me, and there’s sweat trickling down the back of my neck. It’s taking everything in me not to lash out because I’m on the verge of a panic attack. I knew coming out to a bar was a bad idea, but Dominic assured me it would be fine. He was wrong.

Dominic comes around to stand beside me, putting his hand on my back and rubbing circles. His touch calms me enough that I can shake Storm’s hand when he offers it. A hand that has probably been around my boyfriend’s dick. Like many other men, because he’s a fucking porn star who makes his money by dominating men. Fuck, this is crazy.

Storm is built similarly to me. He’ssimilar to me, meaning if Dominic likes me, then hecouldormay haveliked him too.

“Yo, Storm, it’s your turn!” someone shouts from the pool table.

“Come see me before you go,” Storm says to Dominic. “Nice meeting you,” he says to me.

I nod, reaching for my beer with a shaky hand as he walks away.

Dominic bends down to whisper in my ear. “That was so fucking sexy.”

I choke on the beer I’m swallowing, having to use the back of my hand to wipe away the bit that dribbled out.

“Excuse me?” I grit out, turning toward him, the anger like nothing I’ve felt before.

“You being all jealous.” He smirks around the neck of his bottle, bringing it to his lips for a sip. “So fucking hot.”

I grit my teeth together so hard my jaw aches. He did that on purpose? Helikedseeing me like that?

“I don’t usually get off on sucking cock, but Christ, Mikah, I really want to get on my knees for you right now.”

I swallow, my dick getting hard at the thought of him on his knees, right here in the bar, in front of everyone. In front of Storm. Showing him how much he wants to be with me, how much he likes my cock, and not his.

“He makes similar content as you, by the way. Maybe you two could talk.”

“No thanks,” I say.

Dominic grins, finishing his beer. I will admit, I appreciate that he isn’t fighting with me over this. That the jealousy, that was so clear, isn’t turning into an argument and him getting mad at me for it. That helikedit. He takes a slow step back from the table and mouthsfollow me.

He turns and disappears through the crowd. I glance at Storm, who is watching me with a curious look on his face. I can’t tell if he’s mad, jealous, curious? Drunk? Whatever it is, I’m going to lay claim to my boyfriend.

God, that sounds weird, but I’m doing it.

I finish my beer, put the bottle down on the table, all while holding Storm’s gaze. Then I get up and go after Dominic.

Chapter Twenty

Dominic

Mikah doesn’t follow me right away. I hope he comes.

Well, he willcomeif he ends up where I am. I’m just not sure he’ll show up. Not a clue what he thinks about sex in public places. I think it’s hot as fuck. He’s probably too nervous to get hard around people. Too worried about getting caught. Good thing about my brother owning this bar is I get away with shit like this. Not that I know from experience or anything… kind of. But that’s besides the point.

Despite me giving Emmet shit that he doesn’t own it, because technically he doesn’t—his father does—he handles everything. He may as well own the thing.

I’m leaning against the wall by the door, and the second my man walks in, I’m on him. I grip his waist, turning him so his back is to the door and I’m walking him back until it closes. I flick the lock shut and bring my mouth to his neck, sucking on the spot right below his ear.

“Why did you do that?” he asks in a breathy voice.

“Seeing you get jealous is so fucking hot,” I say.

“I don’t like it.”

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