Page 12 of Hidden Desires
“I’ll wet my lips,” Blade announced, suddenly materializing next to Ace. “So what is this fruity drink you guys are trying to peddle?”
The man was crass and dirty. He could be offensive without even realizing it. His personality was wild dog meets hyperactive puppy. He could be both an asshole and a sweetheart—okay, mostly an asshole—but always reliable and loyal.
“It’s a fancy-ass cocktail we homos like to enjoy on hot summer days,” Ace responded, being his usual cheeky self.
He tried not to stare at Blade’s glistening, sweaty chest or the treasure trail that led down below his boxer briefs.
Of all the dirty, straight men he could have chosen, he had to go and fall for this one.
Apparently, Ace’s kink was rough, bad boys with big hands and even bigger egos.
“Here, let me have a taste,” Blade said, grabbing the glass out of Ace’s hands, then proceeding to down it all. Only when the glass was empty did he remove the edge from his lips. “Mmm, that tastes as sweet as a tight virgin’s ass.”
Caden and Marcus both chuckled.
Ace wasn’t at all impressed.
Blade passed him back the glass with a cocky grin plastered on his face.
“Lucas, do you mind passing me a new glass. This one may have gotten gonorrhea,” Ace noted, passing Lucas the glass that Blade had just emptied.
Marcus and Caden both laughed.
“Dude, your little bro is brutal,” Blade noted, giving Ace a wink as he glanced over at Marcus.
Lucas refilled Ace’s glass as Marcus and Caden finally joined them.
“So what are you guys all up to tonight?” Blade asked, placing his hands on his hips and flexing his abs for the group.
Ace wondered if Blade was even aware that he was flexing his abs. He didn’t exactly have a six-pack—it was more of a solid four-pack that oozed just the right amount of sexy-dad vibe to make all the girls and gay boys drool.
“Luc and I are meeting Alexis and Jake for dinner,” Caden answered.
“And I’ve got some work to do at the bar,” Marcus added.
Blade turned toward Ace.
“And how ’bout you?”
Ace stared up at him, like he was speaking a foreign language. They had hung out before, but never alone, just the two of them.
“Sorry, bud. Our boy, Ace, has a big date down in Roswell,” Marcus chimed in before Ace even had a chance to answer.
Blade’s head snapped in Ace’s direction. “Oh? Really?”
Why was Blade looking so surprised? Didn’t he think that he was capable of being asked out on a date? He was young, fit, and had a sparkling personality! Any guy would be lucky to go on a date with him!
Ace’s eyes narrowed as he glared up at the man. “Yeah. Got a hot date with some big-shot architect out in Roswell. He’s been chasing after me for a while, so I figured I’d give him a taste and see if he’s worth takin’ for a ride.”
All of that was bullshit, but Blade didn’t need to know that. He was getting tired of pining for a man who was clearly not into dick. And what better way than to distract himself with a healthy dose of eight-inch man dick. Or, at least that’s how big the dude claimed to be.
Usually, when doing gay math, one has to subtract two inches. So the man was probably average and not the kingly beast that he claimed to be.
Blade’s jaw tightened as he stared down at him before turning back to his boss.
“You cool with your little bro meeting some strange dude out in the middle of nowhere?”
“It’s not the middle of nowhere. And Marcus has no say. I’m twenty-five years old, and since all the gay men in this town are afraid of my asshole big brother, I have to go hunting in neighboring towns,” Ace barked back. “No offense, big bro.”
