Harmless(3)

"One night?" Roan confirmed.

Seg nodded.

"Tomorrow we pretend this never happened?"

Another nod.

Downing what was left of his beer, Roan reached for his wallet, pulled out a couple of twenties, and slapped them on the table before getting to his feet.

"I'll follow you," he told Seg.

The grin on Seg's face made Roan's dick jump to life.

Oh, yeah. This was definitely a good decision.



COLTON SEGUINE-NICKNAMED SEG DURING his early years playing hockey-would likely have a million regrets come tomorrow, but right now, as he pulled up to his house, he couldn't think of one.

Well, other than he hoped like hell no one had noticed him coming on to the hot guy who'd looked as though he needed something to focus on other than his personal problems.

Right. Because that was why Seg had come on to him.

It had been a first for him.

Coming on to a guy in a public place.

A guy he hadn't even been sure was gay. It'd been a huge risk, but there'd been something about the man that had called to him. Seg had spent the better part of an hour trying to ignore the desire to talk to him, but in the end, he hadn't been able to resist.

He'd known from the second he got up from his table to approach him that his actions could potentially change the course of the rest of his life. Yet he'd done it anyway.

Looked as though the risk had paid off.

In his rearview mirror, he saw the big blue Chevrolet pulling in behind him and the hot-as-fuck guy sitting behind the wheel.

Nope. No regrets.

Not yet.

From the instant he'd set his sights on Roan Gregory-with his dark honey-gold hair, matching golden eyes, and conventionally handsome face-back at the sports bar, Seg had been intrigued. Like, sneak-off-to-the-bathroom-and-get-this-crazy-lust-out-of-our-system intrigued. Enough that Seg had spent an hour watching Roan before he got the nerve up to talk to him. That in itself wasn't an easy feat considering he wasn't looking to make his interest known. Not to anyone other than Roan Gregory, that was.

Pretending not to be interested took finesse. Seg had long ago mastered it.

Although he knew the risks of giving in to his sexual desires, Seg hadn't been able to resist. There was something dark and intriguing about this guy. Something that made him want to peel back the brooding outer layer to the sexy guy underneath.

It'd helped that they hadn't been at Seg's usual hangout. Had they been at the Penalty Box, Seg wouldn't have been able to approach him at all because someone he knew would've seen him.

He chalked it up to right place, right time.

And now they were at Seg's house.

Better place, perfect time.

After climbing out of his Range Rover, Seg walked around to meet Roan between the vehicles. He was shocked that Roan had followed him. During the ten-minute drive back to his house, he'd expected Roan to veer off and disappear. But he hadn't, which meant one night, no strings sounded as good to Roan as it did to him.




 

 

Seg led the way up the wide concrete stairs to his front door. He typed in the code to unlock the deadbolt, then turned the knob and waited for Roan to precede him, all while managing to pretend this was a normal, everyday thing for him. Truth was, he'd never picked up a guy in a bar before. In fact, he'd only been with two men in his life, and both of those instances had been after far too many drinks-for both parties involved-and with very few memories of the actual events.

For some strange reason, Seg wanted memories of tonight. He wanted to be able to think back on them for as long as they'd last. Maybe he was simply getting older and tired of the same old bullshit. Or-a much more likely answer-he was tired of being someone he wasn't.

The steady beep of the alarm system had Seg moving to the keypad by the door. He quickly punched in the code to disarm the system. He turned back to find Roan's gaze scanning the room.

Seg eyed Roan as he took everything in. The man's short hair was in chaotic disarray, as though he'd run his fingers through it a dozen times. Which Seg knew he had because he'd watched him. He'd had no clue what was on the guy's mind, but whatever it was had to be weighing heavily on him because he'd seemed distraught.

Hence the reason Seg had so boldly invited himself to Roan's table.

And now, here, Roan looked somewhat less stressed, as well as incredibly casual in his navy blue polo pulled snug across a nice upper body and dark jeans that hugged a very impressive ass.

What did this guy do for a living?

Wait. That didn't matter. This was a one-time thing. No personal shit to ruin that.

Seg didn't need to know if the guy was married, separated, recovering from a bad breakup. He didn't need to know where Roan lived or worked, if he spent a lot of time with his friends or got along with his parents. He knew the guy was old enough to drink, wasn't wearing a wedding band, and that he was sexy as fuck. Plus, he seemed fairly adamant that this thing between them fizzle out in just a few hours.