"I don't want another baby. Hell, Quinn, the one we have is enough. She's everything I could ever want in a daughter. Okay, the mouthy, spoiled, princess complex she has I can live without, but I'm not interested in being a daddy anymore. I accepted that I can't, and I am at peace with it."
"But you want to fuck Drew?" He shouldn't have gone there. Nathan drew away from him, his body going stiff.
"Yeah," he answered quietly, guiltily, looking everywhere but at him.
"Do you mind if I watch?" Quinn went hard just thinking about Nathan and Drew together. Shit, he wanted to do more than watch. He wanted to participate.
"He's gone. The FBI took over the case today, and he bugged out on a new assignment."
"Ah, so that explains why he didn't show up for dinner." Quinn felt oddly dejected. He knew Drew was here for a specific reason and that when he was done, he'd leave. But he didn't expect him not to say goodbye. "And you confessed your sins for nothing. Damn, Nate, you and your morality. It's going to get you in trouble one day."
"One day? Damn near destroyed me today." Nate eased into his arms tentatively, testing the waters. Quinn didn't want easy, he wanted rough, he pulled Nate to him and set out to make him forget about his moment of weakness.
Later when he could think again, he decided that tomorrow they were going to get out of town. Their flight to Miami didn't leave until Monday, but there was no reason to hang around town when there was a city not far away where they could get into some real trouble. And after tonight, Quinn really wanted to see Nate relax. And maybe, just maybe, he could push him over that precipice he seemed to be balanced upon so precariously. Who knows, maybe Nate might like a walk on the wild side. But damn, Quinn wasn't sure if he could handle it. Any more than he was certain that he was one hundred percent okay with Drew having the hots for his man. Damn, and to think he'd started out the evening on top of the world.
Chapter Eight
Drew hated electronic music. And his clothes were binding him in a way that made him forget he was looking for a good time. Or at least a mild diversion. He was so out of his league here; he couldn't tell the come-and-get-me stares from the what-the-hell-is-that-straight-boy-doing-here glares.
Looking for cock, same as you. Oh, holy fuck. He tipped back his beer and drained it in one swallow. This was a mistake, a big fucked-in-the-head mistake. He wasn't looking for cock … well, not just any cock. He wanted a particular cock. And after yesterday, that was never going to happen. However, for that one thrilling moment, he came so close. He knew how Nathan tasted now. He knew the incredible sounds he made when Nathan was turned on. He knew how it felt to have his hand on him. It was more than he ever expected. He should be happy he'd gotten that much, but he was even more miserable now that he knew.
Nathan wanted him too.
Even if it was just for a quick fuck, Nathan wanted him.
Speak of the devil. Drew nearly moaned out loud when a dead ringer for the object of his desire appeared on the dance floor albeit somewhat reluctantly. His partner, a tall, lanky man with slicked-back hair and dark sunglasses practically dragged him protesting all the way.
Baby, I would never make you dance. Drew watched him with interest. Large linebacker body with impossibly wide shoulders and narrow waist, flat belly, incredible thighs that he knew would feel sexy as hell wrapped around him. Jesus-fucking-Christ. Drew looked away. This thing for Nathan was seriously warping him.
Three years ago, he'd never seriously considered sex with a man. Okay, there was that one time when he was nineteen, but that didn't count. He was stupid and people were shooting at him, he hadn't really expected to make it out of Bosnia alive so why not? That it was the same man he lusted after now made no difference. Or maybe it did. Maybe that moment in time was what warped him. He just didn't know it until that fateful Christmas.
Either way, he couldn't resist the temptation to watch the look-alike attempt to dance on the floor while the other man slithered around him. Dressed in low-slung jeans that fit him like a second skin and an equally tight plain white t-shirt, biker dude finally had enough and just stood still, crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned all his weight on one leg his hip jutting out.
Drew's mouth went dry as the muscles in those arms flexed. The lithe partner dressed a little more provocatively in all black showed more skin, his arms, though long and lean, were nicely muscled too. His flat stomach showed when he raised his arms and the abs there went a long way to making Drew forget the biker for a moment. That is until he looked up.