Bad Boyfriend (3 page)

“How about I punch yours?”

“Snappy comeback. That all you got, Navy boy? This Marine is ready for you anytime, anywhere.”

Almost before Jamie finished his taunt, Quinn slid a hand into the gap in the back of Jamie’s jeans and gave him a hell of a wedgie. “If you want to act like you’re twelve—” Quinn grinned and ducked the knee Jamie aimed in retaliation. “But you’re right. I need a date for tomorrow.”

Eli exchanged a sweaty wet kiss with his dance partner and reclaimed his mojito from Nate’s custody. “Thanks, Silver.” He returned the tall blond’s wave as he bounced off through the crowd.

“Silver?” Kellan asked.

“Yeah. Stupid, I know. His real name is Greg, but he won’t answer to it. But we look really good together when we dance.” Eli looked in his glass and glared at Nate. “I’d swear this was full when I gave it to you.”

“Evaporation.” Nate leaned in and sucked a little more out of the mixer straw.

“You guys go out?” Kellan asked.

“Me and Silver? No way. Totally not my type.” Anyone who would rename himself Silver was way too complicated for fucking, let alone a relationship.

Since Kellan and Nate hooked up on a permanent basis, they were doing that annoying-couple thing where they thought everyone should be happily married. It wouldn’t bug Eli so much because he could see the benefits in A) being able to simply roll over on top of someone for regular sex and B) not having to live with roommates who took up so much space and time in the bathroom and C) rolling over on top of someone for regular sex—if either Nate or Kellan could buy a clue about what kind of guy Eli liked. Which basically boiled down to toppy and uncomplicated. Big and stupid would work fine for Mr. Right. Or even better, Mr. Right Now.

“And what is your type?” Kellan asked.

“You, baby.” Eli jumped on him.

Kellan caught him, letting Eli slide down his tall frame with careful hands on his hips.

“You walked right into that one, Kell,” Nate said.

“He totally did.” Eli stretched up on tiptoe to get his arms around Kellan’s neck.

“Someone’s watching you,” Kellan leaned down to murmur in Eli’s ear.

“Let Nate watch. He’ll only want to fuck you harder if you get him jealous.”

“No.” Kellan held Eli’s hips away, but the size of his hands meant his fingers still brushed Eli’s ass.

“No, you don’t want him to fuck you harder or no, Eli, get your dick off me?”

“Yes, I do, yes, please and no, not Nate. A guy at the bar’s been watching you.”

“The redhead?” Eli shook his head as he took a step back. “Redheads clash with my complexion.”

“Not him.” Kellan’s wide mouth stretched in a grin. “Him.” He pointed with his chin to a spot over Eli’s shoulder.

Eli spun around to come face-to-chest with hard muscles under a thin cotton Henley, unbuttoned to show some dark curls underneath, at a perfect height for Eli’s lips. From there he could lick his way up the neck to a stubbled jaw. The face above was tanned and lined, lips unsmiling, eyes dark—maybe blue—though it was hard to tell in the club lighting. The dark hair was shot through with silver. Just the sight of him had Eli’s dick hard. He met the guy’s eyes again. Him. From the bar. Eli wanted to pump his fist in triumph. That drive-by wink had worked.

As the man’s lips parted to speak, Eli decided he didn’t want to ruin a sex dream come to life with anything as risky as conversation. He wrapped an arm around the man’s waist. “I’d love to. Thanks for asking.”

Tugging Mr. Instant Wood to the dance floor was like trying to move a boulder.

“Hey, man. Kellan.” In addition to the introduction, Kellan offered a hand. His sexy but obnoxious height—and his even more irritating determination to point it out—meant his offered hand shot over Eli’s shoulder.

“Quinn.”

Quinn.
Eli tasted the name on his tongue. That fit.

Quinn hadn’t returned the offer of a handshake, which was nice, since the action would have taken place in the vicinity of Eli’s ear. He tucked Kellan’s still-waiting hand back behind him. While he didn’t usually have an issue with being under five nine and one hundred forty-two pounds, having two guys shake hands over his shoulder would have made him feel closer to age five, and that wasn’t sexy. “I’m Eli. Kellan’s taken. But it’s your lucky day because I am totally free. Let’s dance.”

The reluctant smile on Quinn’s face made Eli think he’d said something funny at a funeral, but at least Quinn moved when Eli tugged him to a spot where the blue lights in the ceiling showed off his hair and skin. It never hurt to work all the angles.

At first, Quinn kept his distance as much as anyone could in the Friday night crowd, but then his hands landed on Eli’s hips, one leg sliding forward to let Eli ride a hard thigh. He put his hands on Quinn’s shoulders, stroking the muscles under the soft cotton. All Quinn needed was a neat salt-and-pepper beard to be Eli’s perfect fantasy come to life.

Quinn’s expression changed from pained amusement to a genuine smile, but the kind that made Eli think he was the butt of the joke. Eli could fix that. He slid his hand down the muscle-ridged torso and landed on what he’d already felt rub on his belly. The fat length of Quinn’s dick stretched up to just under the waistband of his jeans. Eli stroked and let the inside of his wrist find the damp head pushing up past the denim.

“Ooo, Daddy,” Eli purred. “Is this all for me?”

Quinn didn’t stop smiling, but he looked like now they were both in on the joke. “Only if you’re a good boy.”

“Oh, I’m always good.”

“Yeah?” Quinn grabbed Eli’s wrist in a bruising grip. “Because I hear you’re nothing but a cock tease.”

“Huh?” Eli tried to pull his wrist back.

“I did a little recon.” The smile vanished. “You strut around like the biggest slut, shaking this ass at everything that moves.” Quinn’s other hand cupped Eli’s ass, grip wide enough to lift him. “But you don’t ever follow through. Couldn’t find anybody who’d actually know if you’re as good as you say.” Quinn let go of Eli’s wrist.

Eli swallowed. For some reason, he wouldn’t be able to simply shrug it off if this guy walked away now. “Maybe everyone you asked wasn’t worth my time.” He put his wrist to his mouth, found the trace of Quinn’s sweat and cock there and licked it.

Quinn wrapped his arm around Eli’s waist, leg sliding under Eli’s balls. “And?” Quinn stared down at him.

Oh yeah, those eyes were blue. Dark and hard enough to make Eli’s pulse jump. “I think you are.”

“I’m going to need more than ‘I think.’” Quinn cupped Eli’s face, fingers sliding under his hair.

A thick thumb pushed between Eli’s lips, and he ran his tongue over it, around it, stroked it before sucking the taste of Quinn’s skin deep into his mouth.

Quinn’s voice was gravel rough against Eli’s cheek. “You’d better be ready to back that up, boy.”

“Here?” Eli shoved his hips forward. God, had the man seen a PowerPoint on Eli Wright’s kinks?

“I wouldn’t want you to get your pretty clothes all dirty. Come home with me.”

“Hmm.” Eli spun away, but he headed for the coat check. “Depends.”

“On?” Quinn pulled him back.

“How many drinks have you had?”

“A beer and a half.”

“Okay, but you have to pass a sobriety test.”

“You’ll go home with a stranger, but not if he’s drunk?” Quinn had that pained smile again, like he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to take Eli seriously.

Eli turned back toward the exit. “I’m going to be disappointed if you make me walk.”

“No, I’ll give you a ride.”

When Quinn picked up a worn-soft leather jacket from the coat check, Eli almost came in his pants. A ride. And leather. A bike. A leather Daddy on a bike.

But once they were out of the bar and down the block, Quinn stopped at a boring dark blue Mercury Sable and clicked the locks. “What?” he said when Eli didn’t move.

“You don’t have a bike?”

Quinn’s face was blank, but the corner of his mouth twitched the tiniest bit. “I have a mountain bike in my garage. Will that do, or is this where you flounce off and leave me with blue balls?”

Eli would have been pissed enough to flounce at the suggestion that he had ever flounced if his ass wasn’t in the process of being shoved back onto the Sable’s fender and his hand being yanked onto Quinn’s dick.

“No,” Eli managed as his fingers curved around the shape under the denim. But a bike would have been hot.

“Such a fucking tease. What’s the next test?”

God, that cock. The growl. The eyes. Test? Right. “Close your eyes.”

Quinn obeyed.

“No, I mean, step back. Don’t lean on me and close your eyes.” Eli was completely serious about never riding with drunks, in cars or on bikes. He wasn’t too keen on getting fucked by them either. Quinn’s balance was fine. “Put your hands out to the side and then touch your nose.”

Quinn did. “Are you taking a video of me?”

The only video Eli wanted of this night would be more for Xtube than YouTube. “Maybe. Now say the alphabet backward.” Eli pushed himself off the fender.

“With my eyes closed?” Quinn’s voice was amused, but he didn’t wait for an answer. “Omega, psi, chi, phi, upsilon—”

“What?”

Quinn’s lip quirk had become a half smile. “You never said which alphabet. That’s Greek.”

“I know that.” Sort of. Omega he recognized, but he thought it was some kind of vitamin. “Smartass.”

Quinn laid a stinging slap on Eli’s ass and walked to the driver’s door.

“I said smart not smack.”

“I know.” Quinn’s teeth flashed in a big smile. “But I’ll bet it smarts.”

“That is the worst pun I’ve ever heard.”

Quinn shook his head. “Good night, Eli.” He opened his car door.

“Wait. What?”

Somehow Quinn could guess Eli was afraid to get in the car. But he wasn’t afraid of Quinn. The way things were going said this would be one hell of a night. That was the scary part. Because while Eli could stand to have something unforgettably hot on the books for future jerk-off fantasies, the idea that this could be the high point, that he’d have hit his sexual peak at twenty-two and never have a night this good again, made him hesitate. He didn’t want to spend the rest of his life measuring everything else against a one-night stand.

“If you’re coming with me, get in the car,” Quinn said and disappeared behind the door.

But if Eli didn’t get in the car, he might never get another chance with a guy this hot.

He yanked at the door handle and jumped in.

“About time,” Quinn said and pulled away from the curb.

“Wait.”

Quinn stomped on the brake and looked over.

“My seat belt.” Eli tugged it around him. “Okay.”

Quinn turned and looked out of the driver’s window, like he was checking for traffic, but Eli could see his shoulders shake. He was laughing at him.

“Why is that funny?”

“Is everything always life or death?”

“Yes. I mean, just because it isn’t at the moment, it could be. Don’t you ever watch disaster movies? Zombie apocalypses?”

“That actually makes some sense. Are you sure I’m not drunk?”

Eli could stand being laughed at if it meant the sex was going to be as good as he knew it would be. Just see if Quinn could laugh when Eli deep throated him. “Where do you live?”

“Mount Washington.”

Eli wasn’t sure he had cab fare on him to go that far into the suburbs.

“Don’t worry. I’ll bring you back,” Quinn said. “But it is a long ride. I don’t want you to get bored and change your mind. Unzip.”

“What?” But his hand was already on his zipper.

“Open your pants and take out your cock.” Quinn accelerated up the ramp to the expressway north.

Eli’s dick didn’t need much coaxing to want free of his tight black jeans.

“Move your hand. Let me see what you’ve got.”

Quinn’s approving groan echoed in the car and along Eli’s bones. “Sweet-looking cock. Looks wet. Are you that hard for me?”

“Yes.” God, Eli could get off on nothing more than that voice telling him what to do.

“Let me taste it.”

Eli’s hips jerked as he rubbed his thumb across the head and offered it to Quinn. Even though Eli expected it, the wet heat of Quinn’s mouth made Eli jump like it was on his dick instead of his finger.

Quinn checked his mirrors and then whispered, “Give me the rest of your fingers.”

Eli fed them to him, knew when Quinn soaked them with warm spit from the stroke of his tongue what he would say next.

“Now jack yourself. Don’t come, but I want to hear you panting.”

Cars streaked by them, white and red lines of light, and Eli closed his eyes as his hand closed around his dick. It wasn’t wet enough, and it was his left hand, but doing this because Quinn told him to had him groaning in just a few strokes.

“Faster.”

Eli gave in to it, the coil of heat in his belly snaking through his balls.