Cold Shadow (Cold Country #2)(30)

Drew shrugged. He knew what Quinn meant. Let him think he was tricking. "Not much action here."

"Depends on what you're looking for. Most of the action is in the back." This was definitely a side of Quinn he'd never seen. 

Neither had Nathan, apparently. "Quinn, leave him alone. He's a big boy, he can take care of himself."

"He's a big boy in your world. In here, he's a piece of ass. Some guy is going to rip you apart, Drew. Is that what you want for your first time? Poppers and a quick fuck in the back that you might not remember tomorrow?"

"I'm not a virgin." Drew barely knew what poppers were. Some drug gays used for easy sex? He didn't know how it worked. Would he forget? Like a roofie?

"Big, bad FBI agent. What do you want from here, Drew? To get your dick sucked? I'll do that for you. Or to have that virgin ass of yours reamed? Nate's cock is huge, it feels so fucking good sliding inside. Bet that's what you want? You want Nate to take your virginity, don't you, baby?" Quinn slid his hand along Nathan's thigh, drawing Drew's gaze higher and higher until his fingers brushed Nathan's zipper. "He's hard. He likes dirty talk. I can make him come just by whispering in his ear."

Drew flicked his gaze to Nathan's face, he looked disengaged as he stared out at the dancers but Drew saw his nostrils flare ever so slightly when Quinn gripped him tightly. "Touch him, Drew, feel how hard his cock is."

"What the hell are you playing at, Quinn? Goddamn it. Just go grope each other somewhere else." Drew heard his voice tremble. He could see the outline of Nathan's cock beneath his jeans; he was hard, the head defined where it lay pressed against his hip. His. Fucking. Hip. Oh, Jesus, fuck.

Quinn smiled that lazy, deceptively seductive smile of his, his eyes sparkling with more than the lights now. "You want him, I can see it in your eyes. Touch him." Quinn closed his hand over the bulge in Nathan's jeans and stroked him, smiling at Drew the whole time, almost a challenge. "He wants to fuck you, Drew. And I'm going to watch."

"Fuck." It wasn't Drew who said the word, though he was thinking it. "Cut this shit out now. I'm not fucking anyone tonight. Especially him." Nathan removed Quinn's hand from his crotch. The fire in his eyes frying his lover to the spot. "Jesus-fucking-Christ, Quinn, what the hell is the matter with you?"

Quinn just shrugged, turning pouty lips to him. His eyes were unremorseful. "Just trying to move things along. See if we're all on the same page."

"If you want him, fine. I'm going back to the house. Have a good time." Nathan rose to leave, his eyes gone that pale shade of silver that even Drew knew the meaning of. He was pissed. Beyond pissed. "Use a condom. I have no intention of ever going back on the damned HIV drugs because you can't keep it in your pants."

When he left, Quinn sat in stunned silence for a moment as he finished his cola. And as if Drew didn't exist, Quinn followed Nathan out, leaving Drew to pay the tab. It was only four drinks, nothing major. He tipped out the waiter, and deflated, he wandered out of the club to the parking lot. His hotel wasn't far away, he'd walk it.

That's when he saw them. Nathan leaned against his SUV, his eyes closed as Quinn kissed his neck, his hands under his shirt. Drew felt just like he had that night he'd watched them on the patio, captive and captivated. This time, though, Nathan opened his eyes and looked dead at him. His heart jumped into his throat when Nathan stuck his tongue out and flicked it, the silver gleam of the bead flashed in the dim lighting, beckoning him.

Shit, don't misread that. No way was he inviting …  Quinn turned his face enough to see him standing frozen, his lips stretched sensually as he rubbed himself cat-like against Nathan's body. "Come with us."

Drew wasn't sure if he heard right. Five minutes ago, Nathan didn't want anything to do with him. Now the look in Nathan's eyes damn near killed him.



       
         
       
        

"I can't," he heard himself say. Oh, shit, he wanted to so badly. This aching was killing him.

"What's stopping you?" If it had been Quinn who said it, he would have laughed it off. Nathan didn't tease. "Just one night, Drew, to get it out of your system. Tomorrow you'll go back to being uptight Agent Walker."

That's what he was afraid of. He looked from Nathan to Quinn, the heat in Nathan's eyes nearly brought him to his knees. The same look echoed in Quinn's eyes pushed him over the edge. He walked toward them slowly, purposefully, and climbed into the front seat of the SUV beside Nathan while Quinn lounged in the back seat, his blue eyes hidden behind the sunglasses.