Secret Cravings(4)

“Bryan.”

“That’s right. Mike told me your name last week.”

“You asked about me?” Bryan’s heart stalled.

“So, how old did you think I was when you saw me pick up Joey?”

“Eighteen, but I was hoping for older.”

“Really?” Nichole smiled and teased his earlobe with two fingers. “Come on, let’s go.” She kissed him again, running her fingers through his hair.

His mind swam as he thought about having sex with this girl. Hell, he didn’t even know her and yet he wanted to fuck her silly. Stop. He opened his mouth to say it, but she reached between them, slipping her small hand into his pants and grabbing his cock. The shudder that ripped through him pulsed all the way from his head to his toes, centring at his dick.

Fuck, no.

Bryan squirmed and threw his head back, biting his lip. This girl was too much. He didn’t have sex with women unless he knew them. It was too early. Sure, he’d seen her every day for weeks on end, but he didn’t know her.

She removed her hand from him, taking her warmth too. “Let’s go, big guy.”



Nichole pulled the guy through the alley to Fifty-Third Street. They burst out from between the buildings into the open as six of New York’s finest pulled up outside Silver Lace. “Oh, fuck, a raid.”

“What?” Bryan asked, looking around as if he’d been stunned.

“Cops. Must be a drug bust. Come on, let’s scoot.”

Nichole dragged him away from the club. This part of the Meatpacking District wasn’t swarming with clubs. The street was a rather empty area with few hotspots, such as Silver Lace. No cabs were set up outside to take revellers home, and if there had been, they would have taken off as soon as the cops showed.

Nichole and Brian ran two blocks and stopped, looking back to check out the chaos at the club. Nichole glanced back over her shoulder as a car raced up the street and pulled to a stop beside them. The driver rolled down the passenger-side window.

“You guys need a ride?” the guy in the car asked.

The driver seemed clean, and the car was a Jaguar. He was probably someone from the club. She took a quick look up at Bryan and shrugged. “What do you say?”

He bent down and gazed into the car, then stood up. His face went white. “I don’t know.”

“Come on, the cops will be here in a few,” the guy in the Jag hollered out.

Bryan tugged her into a tight hug, his lips beside her ear. “You sure about this?”

One of the police officers started moving their way, his flashlight shining into the dark shadows.

“Yeah, we need to get out of here,” Nichole said.

Bryan pulled open the passenger door and let her hop in while he took the back seat. The car raced forward, the driver navigating the streets like a pro. They flew around corners and down roads. They drove quickly, but the distance they covered was farther than she thought. Soon they pulled on to East Sixty-Fifth Street, drove down to Sixty-Seventh then turned and hurried into a parking garage.

Nichole glanced back at Bryan, who looked a little pissed and totally hot. All three of them sat perfectly still after the driver had cut the engine. She’d bet none of them had ever done anything like this before. She’d done some wild things in her life, but jumping into a car with a stranger who then drove them across town to a posh high-rise wasn’t her normal style. The area reeked of money and scared the hell out of her.



This had to have been the stupidest thing Bryan had ever done, but when he’d caught sight of the totally hot guy in the Jag—the one who’d been giving head in Silver Lace’s bathroom—he didn’t want to be careful. Nichole had had him turned on, then he’d seen the man who’d been sucking dick earlier and he’d thrown all caution to the wind. He wanted this guy’s lips around his cock. What would Nichole think?

Bryan grabbed the door handle and jumped out of the Jag. He heard Nichole open the door beside him. His breath came in gasps as he realised the severity of his actions. He’d put Nichole’s life in jeopardy, all because he’d wanted a little man head. What if the Jag guy turned out to be a cold-blooded killer? Fuck, he’d watched too many scary movies.

Nichole’s hand on his arm startled him. The guy from the Jag stepped out, accessing his full height and making Bryan’s dick swell with desire. Shit, he wanted both Nichole and this other guy.

The Jag man came around the car, his gaze travelling up and down Nichole first, then Bryan. His rakish smile did funny things to Bryan’s insides. “I’m Luke, by the way.”

He stuck out his hand and Bryan shook it. “I’m Bryan.” They held on to each other for more time than appropriate. Luke smiled, a knowing gleam filling his eyes. Bryan’s heart thumped wildly in his chest. His cock strained at his zipper as he envisioned Luke on his knees in front of him.