Prologue

Jared

Four exits.The main entrance is off to the left. A softly glowing "exit" sign about seven feet to my right. Another on the opposite side of the room. Plus a hidden door near the bar that the club's staff keep coming through.

A spiral staircase in the far corner leads up to the VIP lounge and management offices on the second-floor balcony. It overlooks the large sunken-in dance floor below, which is currently overflowing with bodies gyrating to the pumping music.

There are two bouncers at the main entrance, one hovering near the door to the staff-only area, and two more circulating through the crowd. They're not armed, but they're all big enough to do a decent amount of damage in a scuffle.

The club is already busy, despite the relatively early hour. I've been staked out in my spot by the wall for a while now, but still haven't been able to spot my target.

Well, not target, per se. More like… mark. No, that's not right either. Trick—no, definitely not that. Ugh, I'm not working, but it's difficult to turn off the FBI brain.

Cute dude I can pick up for a night of hot sex. Yes, that's it. Accurate, even if it's nowhere near as concise or catchy.

Don't get me wrong. There are plenty of cute dudes at the club tonight, just none who make me want to take a second look. I'm not always so picky about who I hook up with. But it's been a tough couple of weeks and any old ass just won't do. I need something different, something soft and sweet and shiny to remind me that the world isn't all doom and gloom.

"Eee!" A squeal, followed by a giggle, cuts through the booming dance music. It's coming from my right, from a group of guys who look like they spend way too much time at the gym. They're all different heights and builds, but they all have muscles upon muscles with zero percent body fat. Not usually my type of crowd.

I'm about to turn away when something catches my eye.

A ray of sunshine.

Which is impossible since it's the middle of the night and we're inside a room with no windows. But that's the only way to describe him. Sunshine. Bright. Radiant.

He's medium height, medium build, medium brown hair. By all accounts, he should be boring. Except he's anything but. He shines.

I'm halfway to him before I've realized I've moved from my spot. One of his friends notices me first. Curiosity, then wariness, then understanding passes over his face. Probably because I look like I'm on a mission to take down a wanted criminal. That's how focused I am on this unexpected spot of light in the dark club.

Without taking his eyes off me, the friend says something and the ray of sunshine turns around. I'm not prepared for the full force of his glow. It stops me in my tracks as I'm bathed in it.

His eyes are dancing with laughter and they grow appreciative as his gaze travels down my body and up again. His open and warm smile curls into something more heated and sensual. I might be the one stalking over like a predator, but there's no question: I'm the prey.

"Hello, you." His voice is honey. Sweet and fragrant and goes down so, so smoothly.

"Hi." I'm not necessarily a smooth talker on a good day, but faced with this man's brilliance, any skill I had at charming people evaporates into thin air.

He giggles the same giggle that hooked me and reeled me in. I take a step forward and he meets me in the middle.

"You're hot," he says, looking at me like he wants to eat me right up.

"You're stunning."

His eyes widen in surprise. Even though it's dark in the club, I'm close enough to see the hint of green in them. Suddenly I have the overwhelming urge to pull out my phone and shine the flashlight in his face. I need to know. Are his eyes as green as I think they are?

He lifts a hand and places it on my chest. I can't help flexing a bit. He and his friends aren't the only ones who are muscle-bound. His smile widens when he notices and his fingers tighten a little in appreciation. Slowly, he drags his hand down my front, over the dip at my sternum and the flat of my stomach. When he gets to my waist, he hooks a finger through a belt loop and gives me a light tug. It brings us both forward, closing the distance between us.

"Wanna dance?" he asks. Head tilted up, lips parted, his breath smells tangy and sweet as it brushes across my chin.

My hands go to his hips in response, pulling him flush against me. He gasps quietly, then sighs as his body molds to mine.

"How about we take it somewhere a little more… private?"

His pupils dilate. His breathing grows faster. He tilts his chin up a fraction more. "I live in Brooklyn."

"Perfect."

I cover his lips with mine and a small part of me dies and goes to heaven. He's been drinking something fruity. I can taste the sweet sourness as I lick into his mouth. His tongue tangles with me and my groin tightens with desire. He shivers and I wrap my arms around him, drawing him closer to me.

I feel like I'm drinking sunshine. Like the molten heat of the sun is pouring down my throat and filling up my veins. It's burning up all the darkness in me, chasing away all the shadows. I can't get enough of it. I want more.

My tongue plunges into his mouth, searching out more of that delicious brightness. My hand holds the back of his neck, angling him just right as I search for my plunder.

I bend him backward. He hikes his knee over my hip. Our dual erections rub together, sending a burst of blinding pleasure through me.

God, what is happening? How am I so turned on? I don't remember ever being so desperate for someone, so hungry for them, that I'm ready to strip them down and devour them right in the middle of a crowded club.

I need to rein myself in. Get myself under control.

Reluctantly, I break off the kiss. "Your place?" I ask again, just to be sure I haven't terrified the guy by mauling him.

His lashes flutter and he pants as he catches his breath. For a second it looks like he might be too far gone to have heard me, never mind understood me. But then he nods, clear and decisive. "Let's go."

He lives in a small studio apartment in Brooklyn. That's really all I notice as I bustle him inside.

He giggles and the sound winds through me, lighting me up. I don't understand how I can get addicted to such a silly sound like that, and so quickly. But it's like an earworm. Hear it once and I can't get it out of my head again.

He giggles again, directly into my kiss, and I drink it down. I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, nibbling on it with my teeth, then seek out his tongue for a couple long, slow swipes.

His hands are in my hair, fingers scraping over my scalp. His body rubs against mine, like he wants to touch me everywhere, all at once. His cock is hard behind the zipper of his tight cotton shorts and his hips roll to grind it on the matching bulge in my jeans.

I slip my hands under the hem of his blank tank top. His skin is hot and a little sticky from the sweat of the club and the hot summer night. In one swift motion, I pull the entire garment over his head and off, tossing it to the floor. Then I reach behind my head and yank off my own t-shirt before dragging him back to me.

We come together, naked chest to naked chest. We both shudder at the contact.

"Fuck, you're so hot." He murmurs against my mouth. "You feel so good. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard."

My hands go to his ass and my hands fill with the rounded, muscled globes. I growl. "I will. I'll bend you over and fuck the cum right out of you. I'll wreck your hole, destroy it."

"Yes, yes! Fuck, do it. Wreck me. Destroy me." He palms my cock through my jeans, squeezing hard enough that my whole body convulses with pleasure.

My cock pulses at his eagerness, at how unabashedly he demands what he wants. No shyness. No playing coy. We're here so I can fill his ass with my cock, and there's no need to pretend otherwise.

His hands make quick work of my belt and jeans. Together, we push my jeans and underwear down my legs. While I bend down to free my feet of the cuffs, he shimmies out of his shorts. When I step out of my pants and look up, his cock is right in front of my eyes.

Long and lean, foreskin pulled back, pre-cum beading at the tip. It's the prettiest cock I've ever seen. I reach for him, drawing him close enough to take him into my mouth. The flavor of his pre-cum bursts on my tongue. It's the most delicious cock I've ever tasted.

"Oh, fuck. That feels so good." His fingers grip my hair. "I won't last long like this."

I hum in acknowledgment and take a couple more long slurps for posterity before I let him plop out of my mouth.

We rush for the bed. I grab him a split second before we reach it and tackle him onto the mattress. His laughter fills the room—and some empty space inside me I hadn't known was there before.

We're a tangle of arms and legs, bare skin and hard cocks. I touch him everywhere with every part of my body—chest, sides, hips, back, ass, shoulders, neck, lips, thighs. Every rub, every grind, every slide of him against me adds fuel to the need burning inside me. The need to be inside him, to fill him up, to pour myself into him, and in the process, fill myself up too.

I've never felt this way before. Like my lust is a primal, barely controlled beast that can only be satisfied by this one man. Only he can tame it, only he can satiate it.

I lick across his jaw, down his neck. The saltiness of his skin curls through me, snagging me tighter. His legs are wrapped around my waist, his cock a hot length against my stomach. It sears me, burns right through me, exposing parts of me I never knew existed.

The tip of my cock butts up on his taint and runs over his hole. It catches on his rim every time, making him shiver.

"Fuck, put it in me, already. I can't wait anymore."

I rear back and he scrambles for the lube and condom. While I suit up, he arranges himself on his hands and knees in front of me. Beautiful round ass with a dusty pink hole nestled in the middle of the deep valley. With lube-slick fingers, I trace around the wrinkled skin. When he pushes back at me, I carefully push a single finger inside.

He clamps down on me for a second before relaxing. Even then, there's still a bit of resistance. "Fuck, you're so tight."

He whimpers and wiggles his ass.

"It's almost like you've never done this before."

His breath hitches and he arches his back, tilting his ass up for more.

"That can't be true, can it?" I take a bite of his deliciously plump ass cheek. "This can't be a virgin hole, can it?"

I bottom out and he throws his head back.

"Yes, yes, for you, it is." He glances over his shoulder, seduction in his eyes. When he speaks, his voice is pure sex. "Please. Please fuck my virgin hole."

I yank my finger out and push two back in. I'm not as gentle this time, not as slow. But he takes every inch with unrestrained eagerness.

"Give it to me! Yes!"

Jesus Christ, I could come just fingering him like this. Watching him suck my fingers into his body and the hungry squeeze of his muscles. His body primed and vibrating with pleasure. The sounds coming out of his mouth, paired with his filthy encouragements. I grip the base of my cock to keep my orgasm at bay. I need to get inside him now. I can't wait any longer.

"Yes, yes, yes, put your cock in me. Shove it in my virgin hole. I need it."

He doesn't have to ask me twice.

I feed my cock into his body with my eyes glued to that spot where I disappear inside him. "Take it. Take every inch into your greedy virgin hole."

"Oh god, you're so big!"

"I'm gonna fill you all the way up."

"It's too much!" And he thrusts himself backward, sheathing me to the base.

I still. My hands are on his hips, thumbs perfectly cradled in the two dimples just above his ass. I can't even see a sliver of my cock. It's entirely buried inside his hot, tight body. His back is this long, elegant arc from his shoulders narrowing to his waist. It glistens with a sheen of sweat. His hair—a reddish brown, now that there's light enough to see—is soaked through.

This is just sex. Sex with a stranger. A little bit of fucking and some mutual release.

So why the fuck does it feel like so much more? Why do I feel like I'm finally coming home?

He reaches back for me, one hand landing on mine. He pulls me down to him so I'm covering his back with my front. Then he turns his chin over his shoulder and suddenly I'm staring into the greenest eyes I've ever seen. They sparkle.

I fuck him like that. Bent over him, arms around him, staring into those mesmerizing eyes, kissing his sweat-slicked shoulder. His cries ring in my ears and his body fits perfectly into mine.

I fuck him. Hard and fast. Until he's flat on his stomach and I'm bracing myself up with hands on either side of his head. I fuck him into the mattress, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air.

He grabs onto my wrist. "Fuck, I'm gonna come. Fuck, I'm gonna come." He sinks his teeth into my forearm as he tenses. His back becomes a mosaic of tiny flexing muscles and his ass tries to detach my dick from my body.

I roar, slamming myself into him as my own orgasm overtakes me. It rocks me to the core, rampages through me, and turns me inside out. I come so hard and so long a part of me worries that the condom will burst. That's how all-consuming this man is.

I'm careful when I pull out of him. Then I tie the condom off before collapsing beside him. I'll dispose of the thing soon. I just need to wait until I've finished dying of pleasure.

He hasn't moved an inch. Still sprawled out on his stomach, head turned to the side. His lashes flutter as he looks at me and his lips curl into a satisfied smile. I return it.

"I'm Logan," he says.

I take a breath to speak and tell him my name, then stop. What am I doing? I never tell random hook-ups my real name. And yet, I was just about to with barely a second thought.

"I'm Jay." I sound like I'm choking around the fake name.

He doesn't seem to notice. Instead, Logan's smile widens as he curls himself around me. "Nice meeting you, Jay."

Later, after he's fallen asleep, I ease myself out from under him. I never spend the night when I hook up with a guy, but I'm sorely tempted to this time. I don't know what it is about him, why he has this kind of effect on me. But the thought of walking out the door and never seeing him again makes my stomach twist painfully.

I dig up a piece of paper and quickly scrawl my phone number on it. I set it on the pillow next to him, where my head was a few moments before, and pause to take him in. Hopefully not for the last time.

"Nice to meet you too, Logan."