More, Sloan Parker [guided reading books TXT] 📗

body's interference with the world around him. He stopped next to Matthew.

The younger man's gaze floated up the vast physique. He craned his neck to catch every last inch. I waited for the drooling to begin. Not that I could blame him for staring.

“You two want to be alone?” our potential third asked. The voice fit the man. Deep, low, powerful.

“No,” Matthew and I said in unison.

“I didn't think so.” He grabbed the back of a chair from the nearest table, swung it around, and sat in one quick movement. “Richard.” He set his glass on the table and held out a hand. The large hand engulfed Matthew's. They reminded me of a bear and a rabbit shaking hands. I kept the visual to myself. No sense offending right off the bat.

“Hi. Uh, Matthew.” The younger man licked his lips.

Richard smirked. “You're cute, kid.”

Matthew's face flushed. His pale skin hid nothing.

“Oh, this should be fun,” Richard added with a laugh.

I skimmed the large man's body in a slow sweep. I couldn't agree more. He held out a hand to me.

“Luke.”

The moment his hand connected with mine, a flush crept under the surface of my skin, and my cock hardened, giving me the ache I craved. I'd never been one to get worked up from a few words and a handshake, but never had someone's touch cranked my arousal up like his.

The Haven never let me down.

“Good to meet you both,” Richard said, his voice even lower.

He and Matthew stared for a moment, the look they exchanged curious and intense, as if they said something to each other I couldn't hear or understand.

They broke the stare and Richard glanced my way. “What are you looking for?”

“Right now? I want to be tied up, and I want to be well used. No S&M. Condoms all the way around, even for blowjobs. And I won't change my mind, so don't even ask.”

He revealed a slow grin. “That fits what I'm looking for. How about you, Matthew?”

“I, uh... ” He looked at me, and back to Richard. His head snapped from point to point. “I don't mind helping you tie him up.”

Richard threw me a look I took to mean we'd sealed the deal.

Matthew's gaze drifted to the wineglass. His brow furrowed, and his full lips pursed into a thin line. He grasped the edge of the table. “But... no drinking.”

“Okay,” I said, since he wouldn't look at either of us.

Richard motioned to a server. “No drinking, then. I've had two sips of wine. I'll stop.” He handed off the glass.

“Thanks.” Matthew's dark eyes shone again. He smiled and bounced a little in his seat.

“Just to be clear,” I said. “I'm not looking for someone to fuck more than once. Tonight. That's it.”

The big man spoke without a moment's hesitation. “I'm not after someone who wants a repeat.”

“Good.” I caught Matthew's frown out of the corner of my eye. It didn't last long. It transformed into a playful grin, like a mask he'd assumed many times before. I eyed the younger man with curiosity. What did he want? All I could give him was a guarantee to spend the night exchanging orgasms. It was a hell of a lot more than most men got on a consistent basis. “Want to head up, then?”

Richard led the way to the staircase at the rear of the dining room. I followed with Matthew close behind. We paused at the reservation desk at the top of the stairs. The club was efficient, and it didn't take long for Richard to have a key card in hand.

He selected a basic hotel-style room that included a few bondage supplies, as well as a large four-poster bed positioned in the center of the room, a full bathroom, and a small bar lined with miniature bottles of liquor. The pillows, the chairs, the bed linens, the walls, and the carpet all had an absence of color. Nothing dark or illicit or unseemly. Enough white draped the room, it screamed virginal, which was worth a laugh. Despite my numerous nights at the club, the room was a first for me. I gravitated toward men who preferred the darker side of the Haven.

I didn't care either way. The room's decor was not my priority.

Richard closed the door and gathered Matthew into his arms. Their lips and tongues connected, the kiss deepening with every second. Matthew moaned into the taller man's mouth. His arms wound around Richard's wide shoulders. His groin pushed against a thick thigh. Richard's hands wandered through Matthew's hair, down his back, over his ass.

God, they look great together. They mesmerized me. I inhaled a raspy, guttural sound and rubbed my hand over my firming bulge. Nothing could have stopped me.

“I couldn't get a room without alcohol,” Richard said without letting go of Matthew. “All of them have it except for the S&M ones. I don't use those rooms. Ever.”

“It's okay.” Matthew held on to the larger man's shoulders.

“You sure can kiss, kid. Those lips and that tongue should come with a warning.”

Matthew dropped his hands to his sides and swiped his palms over his thighs. “Thanks.”

Richard took Matthew's hand in his and led him to me. He snaked his other arm around my waist and tugged me close. I lost my footing and gripped his biceps. Damn, he was strong. The heat of his skin leaked through his shirt. My fingers dug in as though they could sink through the fabric and get to his flesh.

Richard's kiss was soft when it landed on my lips, but once his mouth opened, it became fierce. He attacked my tongue with his, that muscle as strong as the rest of him. He tasted of breath mints. Had he popped a mint to wipe out the taste of the wine since Matthew asked him not to drink?

No. Guys didn't do that kind of courteous shit for each other.

Matthew's lips skated over my earlobe and traveled down. His hot breath warmed my already heated skin. I