Meek and mild Bruce Collins decides to set aside his life in technical support for the evening and try a wild night on the town. Self-described nerd Bruce meets suave Westley Taylor at a club, but the night doesn’t go as planned. When they run into each other the next day, Bruce is determined to get the details right and finish what they started. Westley is impressed and invites Bruce on date after date. Bruce figures they’re technically dating and might even be in a relationship, until he accidentally overhears a phone message intended for Westley. Every aspect of their time together comes into question. Now, it’s time for Westley to set the facts straight.
WESTLEY TAYLOR strolled into the Wolverine, one of his favorite clubs, ready to dance and let loose. The music pounded in his ears, and all the exhaustion from his hard day’s work left his body. For a Wednesday, the place was busier than he’d thought it would be. Already, his body thrummed and pulsed to the beat of the latest Lady Gaga remix. He skipped the bar and went straight to the dance floor.
His eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, interrupted only by the brightly colored strobe lights that rippled through the air. Swaying and moving to the rhythm, he forgot about the busy day and ignored the fact that he had to work again tomorrow.
Faceless bodies moved around him, and soon he had the warm body of what he hoped would be Mr. Right-for-the-night grinding his leather-clad hips into Westley’s ass. The mystery man could dance. He held Westley with a soft grip and gyrated in sync to the pounding music. Westley’s dick swelled as the delicious aroma of the man behind him reached his nostrils. He hadn’t come to the club for a one-night stand, but it was becoming a better idea with each brush of the man’s body against his own.
Westley reached behind him and grasped the man behind his neck. The man took the wordless invitation and wrapped his arms around Westley’s waist, placing his lips to the sensitive spot where Westley’s neck met his shoulder. Westley moaned and spun around, ready to take this dance to the next level.
His breath caught in his throat when he met the sky blue eyes of his new catch. Straight jet black hair fell loosely around the man’s face. His arousal-filled eyes were lined with black-colored liner and a touch of mascara. Westley almost fell into his arms, ready to be swept away by the gorgeous man, but he recovered just in time. He didn’t even know the guy’s name.
He parted his lips to ask, but the man captured them with his own. Westley pressed forward, giving permission to invade his mouth. Westley felt the arousal of the other man through his tight leather pants. He placed his hand on his dance partner’s chest and snaked it downward, trailing his fingers carefully over the sinewy muscles. Blue Eyes pulled back as Westley reached his waistband.
“You want to take this someplace else?” he asked against Westley’s ear, just before he kissed the spot below Westley’s earlobe.
Westley shivered and nodded. Soon after, his companion pulled him through the crowd.
His heart beat against his rib cage. He was sure the man could feel his pulse through the tips of his fingers.
Outside, Westley’s eyes adjusted to the dimming light that signaled the start of sunset. Laughter built in his chest as he realized he was leaving the club before the party even got started.
The man slowed and allowed Westley to fall in next to his side. “I’m Bruce, by the way.” He flipped his hair back. For a moment, it flopped away from his eyes, but it fell right back in place.
Bruce stopped and drew Westley close to him. He kissed him again and moaned low in his throat before pulling away. He cupped Westley’s face with one hand and ran his thumb over Westley’s bottom lip. “You have such kissable lips.”
Westley’s tongue darted out and licked where Bruce had touched. “Where are we going?”
“I’m staying at the Westin. We can go there. I have a king-size bed and a Jacuzzi hot tub in my room.” His eyes darkened, and he rocked his hips into Westley.
Westley’s stomach plummeted. He was all too familiar with the rooms at that hotel. “I can’t go there.”
Bruce cocked his head to the side, causing a coal black lock of hair to cover one eye. “Why not?”
“Um.” Westley searched for a good reason; saying he worked there sounded lame. Who wanted to fuck a concierge? “Got banned, trashed one of the rooms when I stayed there once.”
Bruce’s lips twitched into a sexy smile. “Okay. Do you live around here? Can we go to your apartment?”
Westley shifted his weight and bit his lip. He didn’t take men back to his house unless he knew them. Bruce didn’t look like a serial killer, but what did Westley know? “Umm—”
He was cut off when a vaguely familiar song cut through the air.
Bruce cursed and dug in his pocket. He whipped out his phone. “Yeah?” After a moment, his shoulders slumped, and he shuffled his feet on the concrete. “Can it wait?” He flicked a longing glance at Westley.
Breath held, Westley stared back at him. Was he leaving? Westley wasn’t ready for the night to end. It just started.
Bruce let out a long sigh. “All right, fine. I’ll be right there. Don’t touch anything else.” His voice took on a rougher sound.
“You have to go?”
Bruce grimaced and nodded. He stepped closer to Westley until their hips touched. Westley could feel the hardness of his cock, and it caused his own to swell further.
“I’m sorry.” Bruce sighed and cupped Westley’s face with his hands. “Any chance we could postpone this until later?” The temptation to say yes lingered on his lips, but they still had the issue of where they were going to hook up. Mature Westley choose that time to remind him of his responsibilities. “I have to work early tomorrow.” He couldn’t exactly start his walk of shame at his place of work. Though, it was appealing.
Bruce kissed him hard and then smoothed Westley’s swollen lips with the pad of his thumb. “I’m going to dream about these lips tonight.” He stepped back, and Westley felt the loss in the pit of his stomach.
“I’m sorry,” Bruce said.
Westley stood in the parking lot of the club and watched Bruce walk away. The sound of the club thumped in the background, and the laughter of the partygoers reached his ears, but he ignored it.
Seeing Bruce again was unlikely. If he was staying at the hotel, that meant he wasn’t local.
Loss settled in Westley’s chest when Bruce got into his car and drove out of sight.