“I’m sorry about Kenneth’s behavior. He’s a good guy, just a bit of a flirt. Harmless, I assure you.” Terrick grasped Mitch’s hand in greeting.
“He’s not a problem,” Mitch reassured the man. Seconds later, Kenneth was back, planting himself right next to Mitch, sliding a napkin with his phone number penned in big purple markings in front of him.
“Call me tonight. I’ll bottom you so hard,” he said and was gone before Terrick could shoo him away.
“That boy!” Terrick looked frustrated and shook his head, before starting off after him. Within minutes, Mitch watched as Kenneth and his group of friends were escorted from the restaurant. The kid’s parting words were very clear to Mitch, though.
“Call me, handsome!”
Mitch just watched as the scene unfolded in front of him, and the smirk never left his lips. He’d taken life so seriously lately that he hadn’t had this good a time in a while. And he had to admit that being propositioned by the overly forward kid left him feeling good. So good in fact, it didn’t even bother him when Colt gave him hell about the encounter for the rest of the meal. The only problem? Mitch didn’t do the twink thing anymore. He liked his men big, thick, and muscular, and now his mind was fully occupied with sex.
Chapter 7
Mitch slowed his ride as he passed the front doors of the two-story bar Jace had recommended. It was late in the evening, and Jace and Colt chose to walk the few blocks from the restaurant to the club. Mitch drove, wanting his rental close by, just in case the night ended with him getting lucky. Hotels were clearly not an option this weekend, but the front seat of the car could do just as well, if need be.
From the looks of the place, JR’s was hopping. Guys were everywhere. They littered the sidewalks, danced along the balcony, and the big floor to ceiling window illuminated just enough to show the place packed full of men. The music blared, thumping loudly, even out into the street. Just the kind of place he was looking for. Mitch drove another fifty feet before he found a parking space freeing up. Perfect.
Mitch, never one to rest on formality, lowered the rearview mirror and checked his teeth, running a hand through his close-cropped hair. He liked to keep it short when he was out on assignments. His freshly trimmed beard was a little heavier than a five o’clock shadow. He looked down to ensure the collar of his new button-down lay right. He unbuttoned a couple of buttons, letting his muscular chest show, before getting out of the car. He hoped that did the trick. The car door slammed, and he hit the key fob, setting the locks as he took in the scene around him. From what he could see, it looked like every kind of guy was there—older, younger, it didn’t seem to matter, which suited him just fine.
Mitch had been told he had a strut, some called it a swagger. Whatever it was he was damn sure going to use it tonight as he bypassed the crowd waiting for entry right outside the front door. He only made brief eye contact with the bouncer as the guy stepped back, giving him a low whistle. Mitch’s shoulders and biceps were bigger than the bouncer’s and that said a lot. The bouncer smiled at him and gave him immediate access.
He felt eyes on him, so he took a quick glance back over his shoulder as he passed through the door. The bouncer stared at his ass. He cocked his head to the side, drawing the guy’s eyes up to his, and he gave him a real smile. His dimples were an attention-grabber so he used them to his advantage. The bouncer smiled back. Mitch let his gaze linger, then winked at the guy before heading into the bar. Maybe he could wait long enough for the guy to get off work. The bouncer was exactly his type of man. Who knew what would happen, but he needed to keep his options open.
Mitch rolled his shoulders, letting loose of any pent up energy he still held onto regarding the earlier stupidly botched case. He wasn’t going to let any of that ruin his night. Keeping the natural smile on his face, he looked around for Jace and Colt, but they were probably still en route.
What a great place this turned out to be. Mitch felt free here. Every person in this room accepted him for who he was as a person. That always eased his heart, especially with the job he had. He stopped by the bar, placed a twenty on the bar top, and ordered a quick double shot and a beer. He always watched his alcohol around Colt, but if Colt could handle a place like this, it sure seemed he might have kicked his habit. On those good thoughts, Mitch turned to the dance floor. He needed to make sure he told his pop how well he believed Colt was doing.
“Hey, sexy.” Mitch heard over his shoulder. He turned to see the bartender pointing downward at a full double shot glass and his beer before taking the money and moving on to the next patron. Mitch downed the shot and then the beer, watching the sea of bodies on the dance floor writhing to the music.
In times like these, he loved the fact he wasn’t insecure. He didn’t have any inhibitions, and he damn sure wasn’t the shy type or easily embarrassed. It wasn’t a bad thing, and on nights like these, it really paid off as he left the bar, strutting his way out onto the dance floor.
His dark good looks and muscular body usually had men and women alike approaching him. He’d worked hard on his body, and he had to admit he loved being a bit of an exhibitionist. Not more than a couple of minutes passed before his brand new shirt was completely unbuttoned and removed, tossed somewhere unknown. The ink that decorated his body did the rest, earning him more than a few appreciative glances.