The Hookup - Page 10

Chapter 4

Easton stood at the mirror, trying in vain to adjust his unruly hair. Grant stood beside him, washing his hands. Their eyes locked in the mirror. His power bottom honey still wore that blissed-out look. The pride he held in the knowledge he’d put that look on Grant’s handsome face was as heady as the orgasm that spilled deep inside Grant’s perfect ass.

“You ready?” Easton asked, forgetting about the hair, resting a hip against the sink to stare straight at his mister.

“Yeah. I needed this.” Grant reached for the paper towels, drying his hands as he bent to oblige the pucker Easton had formed with his lips.

“Me too.” Easton threaded their fingers together then reached to unlock the door before pulling it open. His night had turned out better than he’d imagined, and he couldn’t wait to get his sexy sailor home to continue their very own celebration. He took the lead, stepping out of the restroom first, catching a couple of women look his way as they waited outside the other restroom on this side of the building. He smiled sheepishly at the customers as he pulled at Grant’s arm to get him moving.

Grant was oblivious to the women waiting across the hall. He stood in the threshold of the restroom, bent over, examining his slacks as the closing door hit him in the ass and nudged him forward.

“What’s wrong?”

“They don’t fit right, do they?” Grant released his hand to tug at his pants, wiggling his ass as he pulled the material on the knee of his snug uniform. “Be honest. Have I gained weight?”

“The waist fits, right?” he asked, dancing around his lover’s question, hoping Grant would let his answer be enough.

“Excuse me,” one of the women said, brushing past Grant. She didn’t look at all happy with either of them.

Grant took a few steps toward Easton, refusing to drop the loaded subject. “Yeah, but that’s it. I think I’m gaining weight.”

Easton had to turn away to keep from rolling his eyes. He hadn’t lied when he said Grant had exceptional skill in the kitchen. He prepared delicious gourmet meals that seemed packed with calories. Easton had noticed his own waistline expanding. At the entrance to the hallway, Easton turned back, waiting for Grant to catch up and stated the obvious, hoping to dodge the bullet. “You aren’t the young man you were when we bought that costume.”

“So, you’re saying I’m overweight and old?” All of Grant’s irritation was now focused straight on Easton.

He wasn’t saying that at all and chuckled at his utter failure at redirecting this no-win conversation. “You’re hot as hell, and I love every inch of that body. What made you dress up tonight?” He lifted a hand to silence the argument he saw coming at the upward cock of Grant’s brow, certain he’d messed up again. He just wasn’t sure how. “Not that I didn’t love every minute, but it was a surprise to see my favorite sailor sitting at the bar when I walked in.”

“Because your text said not to worry with dinner. Come to The Hookup.” Grant came to stand directly in front of him. Easton must have looked as confused as he felt to make Grant continue explaining without being prodded. “It’s The Hookup. This is where we always came for role play nights. You always said they had the biggest and the cleanest bathrooms.”

Easton chuckled, and Grant’s brows dropped into a solid V. “Why didn’t you dress up?”

He turned the corner, entering the main pub area, and lifted a finger directing Grant’s attention to where his entire staff—all twenty of his employees—were gathered to celebrate their win. Lee and Stephen caught sight of them and started the cheering, causing the whole group to burst out with catcalls and kissy noises. Easton just shook his head. He swore he had a bunch of freaking juveniles working for him most of the time. Every one of them acted like they knew exactly what he and Grant had been up to—and they did know, they all knew them too well.

Easton cast a side-eye toward Grant. The blush that colored his face was enjoyable. He slid his arm around Grant’s waist, drawing him closer as they walked toward their table. He loved their life together.

“Why’s everyone here?” Grant asked as they made their way to the lively group.

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