Kenny was disappointed for a moment, until the man slid into the space next to him and offered one of the drinks.
“Thank you.” Kenny accepted the drink and took a sip.
The hard alcohol burned as it slid down his throat. He wanted to cough, but he didn’t want the older man to think he was an innocent lightweight at the bar for the first time. He kept the smile firmly planted on his face, acting as if the mixed drink was the best he’d ever had.
“What’s your name, beautiful?” he asked with a wink and Kenny smiled shyly.
“I’m Kenny Reeves. What’s your name?”
“Curt Kelsey.” He took Kenny’s hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth, caressing his skin.
Maybe my luck has changed.
“Are you here alone?” he asked, and Kenny nodded.
“I’m celebrating my birthday.”
“Happy birthday.” He leaned in and placed a kiss on Kenny’s cheek.
“Thank you.”
As time progressed, so did their conversation. The two danced and drank, until Kenny started feeling strange.
Rubbing his head, he blinked repeatedly. “I think I’m getting a headache.”
“Let me help you outside. You might need some fresh air,” he suggested.
Kenny stood up and backed away from the bar. He wasn’t sure what was happening. One minute, he’d been talking and laughing but now, his head was fuzzy and his movements uncoordinated. Curt wrapped a meaty arm around Kenny’s waist and weaved him through the throng of people. Kenny tried to walk, to take control of his body, but he no longer had the strength necessary.
Oh, God, he’s drugged me. I’m going to die.
He wanted to call out for help, to tell someone that he’d been drugged, but his lips wouldn’t move.
Curt dragged him out of the club and Kenny’s head lulled forward. He was aware of what was happening to him and around him, but he couldn’t do anything. He was paralyzed. It didn’t take long before he was shoved against a large van. The side door slid open and bile filled Kenny’s throat.
He’s going to rape me. How could this happen to me? Someone help me! Help!
Curt used his muscles to place Kenny inside the vehicle, laying him down on the floor and pulling off his clothing. Using every bit of energy and muscle he possessed, Kenny kicked out and landed his shoe in the man’s gut. It wasn’t a hard hit, but it did get Curt’s attention. The man stopped undressing him.
He looked up with a wicked smile on his face, pulled back a hand, and smacked Kenny across the face. Kenny’s ears buzzed and tears filled his eyes. There wasn’t anything more he could do but lie there and take what Curt gave him.
The older man climbed into the back of the van and closed the door.
He stripped the rest of Kenny’s clothing away, leaving him completely exposed and vulnerable.
Chapter 3
Michael strode through the club, heading toward the front door. It was time for him to relieve Montana York from his position so the man could go home to his mate.
“Hey, Michael!” Jayson yelled, waving his hands in the air to get his attention.
“What’s up, man?” Michael looked around, trying to spot any customers that needed to be escorted to the exit. With the go-go dancers set up on top of the bar and around the dance floor, Michael tried to stay vigilant to make sure nobody got out of hand.
“There were two guys sitting at the bar. One of them was looking a little green and the other man took him outside. Can you go and check on him? I don’t have a good feeling about the situation.”
Michael hustled toward the front of the club. He walked outside and looked right and left, but didn’t see anyone that appeared to be sick.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Montana asked.
“Jayson said two men came out here. Did you see them?”
“Yeah, they went that way.” He tilted his head. “Why?”
“I’m just gonna check on them.” Michael said.
He decided to check the parking lot and around the building. He didn’t want anyone getting sick on his watch. Cleaning up vomit wasn’t his idea of fun. Michael strode through the parking lot, checking the vehicles. He heard some movement inside a white van and strode toward the vehicle. Peeking through a window, Michael saw one man lubing his dick while the other lay motionless, tears running down his cheeks. The scene was off and Michael knew this wasn’t consensual.
Opening the door, Michael paused for only a moment as a delicate scent hit him straight in the face. Mate. The smell was light with something dangerous and potent almost covering it completely.
“You,” he growled low before reaching one large hand inside the van and grabbing the big man around the collar of his shirt. “You dare hurt my mate.”