Chapter 2 Drunken moments

Jacob

I think I drank way too much, but hey you only live once. I was having the best night of my life, knowing that the next few months would take me away from all of this to gain information on certain family members that a certain male named Cieran Mitchell would have. I needed to make sure that I got this guy right where he needed to be, where he could trust me and spill all the secrets about the Thomas family. Two particularly close and Kaspien Thomas, they had gone off the radar after we had invaded Shaun Thomas's home.

I may even find out a little about Killian Dimitri and why he was doing business with Shaun Thomas in the first place. We had searched through all of Shaun Thomas's home and what we had found was disturbing, to say the least.

I can't believe how badly he treated Tiara, actually I could. He was a complete sadistic asshole prick who took her torture as his gain and he thought he could rule over her, to fend her to his every whim, and it worked until Reece had found his way out of that cell and rescued the bruised and battered Tiara and saved her from Shaun Thomas the sick twisted sadistic bastard. She thought she was safe with him but we all knew different. She would never be safe with him. And we were all proven right when he attacked her because she simply didn't wish to get married again, and I couldn't blame her for the shit Thomas had put her through despite help he had found her several times and beat her and raped her. No one deserved that kind of end of torture or poisonous relationship.

Thomas is now serving life for his sins and, hopefully, he will never be out and find Tiara again.

Fingers crossed.

Let's hope this trip is futile, and I find out where Chloe and Kaspien Thomas are hiding out, or I would have failed my mission and I may not make it out alive if this Mitchell guy thinks I'm crossing him in any way.

I headed over to the bar after going to the gents to relieve myself. My boss and his wife had already said goodbye and headed out the club to catch a taxi home, wishing me luck. I think I'm going to need it more than anything on this mission.

I sat down and ordered a cocktail I had never had before, so why the hell not? That's when this gorgeous blue-eyed beauty sits down beside me, his muscles bulging out of his short-armed shirt, his tattoos on show for all to see. Damn, if his arms look good. I wonder what his face looks like. I want to lick them to make sure they're real. The same as his bulging muscles. I wonder if he's well-endowed down there too? He chuckles amused, and then his gruff voice bellows, sending shivers down my back. "I'll have whatever my friend has, Dante."

"Sure."

I watch as he pours the contents of the liqueur into the shaker with some kind of fruit juice and ice. He placed the top on the shaker and shakes it before he pours it into the flute and grins. "Enjoy."

"Oh I think I will. Thanks Dante."

The bartender nods and walks away. "I hope I'm not intruding?"

I finally looked at him and my breath was taken away. He's not the bulkiest guy I've ever met, but he's the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on. My breath hitches, and I'm finding it hard to talk let alone breath, because this most beautiful man sat next to me. He's got to be straight. There's no way in hell a guy as good-looking as him is gay.

He smirks at me, and I'm gone, totally and utterly gone.

Rory

I watched him all night as he laughed and joked with the two females at the table. I know they're lesbians, how close they are, and they are both wearing wedding rings, but even so, I would turn bi for a guy as sexy as him if I was lesbian, of course. I'd have threesomes any day to just feel him inside me and my dick pounding into his ass and the taste of his dick and mouth. He may not even be gay. He could be bi, but he looks as straight as they come, but my gaydar could be off right now, so I'll assume he's straight, but I need to talk to him and get to know him first.

I wait patiently as they chatter and laugh before the two women hug him and say goodnight to him. Now my chance to finally speak to the hunk of a man I've been admiring from afar all evening, but unfortunately for me, he disappears through the back at a guess to the men's, so I have to wait a little longer to get my chance to talk to him. When he finally re-appears, I watch him as he heads to the bar. I wait until he orders his drink and saunter over to him and sit down. I see him stiffen as I talked to Dante. My close friends who I have great pleasure seeing every weekend when I come here for a drink after a long ass day at work. Though this is one of my establishments, Dante is the owner and likes to be in the limelight and not in the back. So it's good that he is serving this handsome deliciousness. He looks at me and winks before I ask for a drink. He knows what I drink, but they might want to be different and order a cocktail; one I've heard is an aphrodisiac we'll soon see. He had no idea what he'd let himself in for if he accepted my advances.

"I hope I'm not intruding?"

He stares at me dumbfounded and I have to chuckle. "Like what you see, big boy?" I say smartly, I hope he's not straight because I'll get socked in the face if he's not, then I'm gain.

"Smart ass."

Mmm.

"Come here often, Big Boy?"

"You use that line on all of your potential hook-ups?"

"Is it working? Or are you going to sock me in the face or kick me in the nuts?"

He chuckles, and it sends shivers right down to my cock. Making it hard.

"Nagh, I think you won't want me to rip you a new arsehole and twist your dick and balls until you're begging me to stop."

"Mmm kinky."

He looks at me and shakes his head. "And I wouldn't want to mess up that pretty face of yours."

"So you think I'm pretty?"

"Don't let your ego go to your head."

"Oh, I'm not, big boy."

I leaned forward, looking into his ocean-blue irises. Damn, he was beautiful. Sexy even. I liked the challenge and I finally think I found it in him. "Has anyone told you, you're playing with fire with your smart-ass mouth?"

He grins widely, showing his dimples. "Every goddamn day," he grins, making me even harder. "Has anyone told you that you're treading on thin ice? I could easily punch you in the dick and rip it off."

"Oh, plenty of times, but you're not going to."

"And what makes you think I won't?" he smirks.

"Cause you're as attracted to me as I am to you."

"And what makes you think I am? What are you going to do to prove that I'm as attracted to you as you are to me?"

I grabbed his shirt, his six-pack showing through the tight shirt. He had my dick leaking. I had to have him no matter what, straight, gay or bi. I would make his night worth it. The banter between us is worth it. I pulled him closer. "There's no going back, big boy one kiss, and you'll be hooked."

"Prove it." he goaded.

My dick sprang to life with his challenge. Had I finally found the yin to my yang? Only time will tell.

I pushed my lips onto his, kissing him. He didn't respond. Was he straight? Fuck I hope not. I wanted him badly. I bit his bottom lip, and he hissed, and I plunged my tongue into his mouth, pulling him closer. He moaned it in my mouth and delved into our heated kiss with tongues clashing against one another. We only separated to get our breaths back.

I looked down, and he was as hard as I was. His dick had leaked through his jeans. Damn, that was the hottest kiss I ever had. "Fancy going somewhere more private to finish this?"

"Sure hot stuff, but it can only be one night. I have to leave for work in the morning."

"Whatever you want, big boy." I said to him, but I knew if the kiss was anything to go by, I knew this would not be one night but many. I hope I can bring him into my world as my sub we shall see.

He grins. "Then lead the way, hot stuff."

I pulled myself up off the chair and pulled my hand for him to take. He doesn't resist just lacing his fingers with mine like they were always meant to be. I closed my hand around his. "Come on, big boy. I've got big plans for you."

"Mmm sounds delightful."

Oh, it's far from delightful, but I can guarantee he'll be screaming hot stuff multiple times as he cums over and over again until he's dry.

We headed out, and I looked back at Dante, who winked and grinned at me before nodding goodnight. I'm going to have my big boy begging god for mercy and a good fuck. And I'll gladly oblige.