The minute that guy walked inside the front doors, Cody sat back and just stared. He was tall, dark, and exceedingly handsome with all that brawn and a killer smile. When he’d come to the bar and focused on Cody, training those amber eyes his way, Cody hardened to painful degrees. It had taken everything to keep himself nonchalant because that same man who currently rubbed about seventy-five percent of his body against Cody was his wet dream walking. Someone that could make him lose his mind and quite possibly his morals just to get a single taste.
Cody had ordered his second beer of the night, just to cool off, when he watched this one’s shirt come off. All those well-conditioned muscles, covered in some of the finest ink he’d ever seen, began to move and flex to whatever dance motion he made.
Now, as he danced, Cody weighed the decision to ask this guy to come back to his room for a few hours because what happened in Dallas, stayed in Dallas. The problem with that plan had to do with how completely this city filled itself with officers this weekend. His own father and middle brother were somewhere in town partying it up all in the name of unity and support of the badge—whatever that meant.
Cody had never hid who he was as a person; he’d just not ever really rubbed his sexual orientation in his peers’ faces. He’d learned at a young age the importance of keeping his off-duty private life to himself. Things like public displays and adding a plus one didn’t really happen for him. He was laid back, easygoing, and pretty much unattached by most people’s standards. His buddies were the guys he grew up with, his dating life was separate from them, and stayed in the confines of downtown Austin.
He’d gotten brave tonight, apparently a little too comfortable in his world, and ventured out. What he hadn’t expected was for the hottest guy in the room to take notice of him. When had that ever happened before? Never.
“I’m Mitch. Tell me your name,” the guy said against his ear. The words and warm breath danced across his skin like a tender caress. Cody closed his eyes and let the feeling take him away.
He let his inhibitions go and let the fantasy take root. His mouth actually watered at the prospect of pushing down the dark jeans and investigating every inch of that tempting flesh for himself.
This Mitch was seriously hot.
It had taken a while for Cody to pin Mitch down as law enforcement, which was odd. He was pretty good at detecting who was who. Mitch had the short hair thing going, but not the attitude. Since Cody came from a long line of officers, he knew that I’m-a-badass-just-ask-me persona well, and Mitch didn’t put that out to the world, but being a badass did radiate from every pore of his body.
A slow song began, and long, beefy arms engulfed Cody, drawing him in against a solid chest and hard body. Cody swayed to the music as Mitch’s thick, solid cock rubbed against his. Mitch’s hand snaked up his back, pushing his head down against his shoulder. He closed his eyes, wrapped himself around Mitch, and concentrated on breathing heavily as the spicy scent of Mitch’s cologne eased his nerves.
The room began to spin. He’d most definitely had too much to drink. It was just such a turn on to be wrapped in someone’s arms as the song played around them. Under the weight of such a powerful attraction, he let himself go, just feeling the moment.
“Telling me your name wouldn’t kill you.” Mitch drew his head back so they were face-to-face. “Did you hear me tell you my name’s Mitch? I’d really like to hear you use it when I’m fucking you later.” Mitch didn’t bat an eye as he spoke. Those perfect eyes held his, challenging him to refuse the suggestion. Cody couldn’t respond, because at the moment, he really wanted to take him up on his offer. His ass clenched, his heart thundered in his chest, and his knees threatened to give out at the thought of Mitch fucking him hard and fast.
He loved how sure and direct Mitch acted, and his dick jerked in agreement. They fit well together. Cody liked the idea of having someone that could match him move for move. And he was willing to bet Mitch wouldn’t hold back in bed. He could give Cody exactly what he’d come here to get tonight, even if he hadn’t known what that was until just this minute.
“Are you from around here?” Mitch asked. Cody shook his head, trying to clear the image from his mind. He’d decided early on that he wasn’t going to answer any questions. He stayed silent, letting Mitch’s deep rich voice lull him.
“Come on, tell me something about yourself. I know you’re law enforcement,” Mitch spoke against his ear, and he clearly knew what he was doing. Cody’s body reacted to everything he did. Mitch had to have been out for many years, because he was too comfortable and sure of himself not to have been.
This time, when Cody didn’t answer, Mitch arched his hips, grinding against his aching erection, and the warmth consumed him. The pressure of Mitch’s splayed hands on the small of his back forced him to return the grind. He was like a freaking dog in heat, and so out of his league. The grin spreading across Mitch’s face let him know he was in trouble. It only took another shift of hips before he matched Mitch, humping him right there on the dance floor. Damn, it felt good. Too fucking good.
Something interrupted the erotic feel of Mitch’s skilled hips.
“Hey, buddy, we’re out,” a man yelled in their direction. Mitch cocked his head to the side, and Cody followed the gaze. His eyes landed on one of the best-looking men he’d ever laid eyes on, besides of course, the one that currently had him wrapped in his arms. The guy smiled at Mitch and lifted a hand and got even better-looking than before. Damn, Mitch traveled in fine circles.