“First York, and now Gareth,” Alec mumbled, starting to slur. “It’s gonna be one of you next, isn’t it?”
Nate grabbed his arm. “You know, Alec, we should get you home before you puke on everyone else.”
Jesse frowned. They’d only been here for an hour. But he would absolutely leave with Nate and Alec. “I’ll help.”
Nate shook his head. “Naw, stay with Dom. I’ve got this. Get a few more drinks in.”
Alarm shot down Jesse’s nerves. He wasn’t staying behind with Dom. “No. I, uh.”
Then he felt the weight of Dom’s stare, heavy and judging. And that was a challenge Jesse couldn’t ignore.
Nate raised his eyebrows. “Something wrong?”
“No, I’m fine.” Jesse sat back heavily. “Just fine.” His pulse picked up, his blood coursing through his body. Pooling between his legs.
Nate waved. “Thanks for the drinks.”
Dom waved back. “Thanks for always being the designated driver.”
Nate only smiled, ushering Alec off.
It was only after they’d disappeared through the door, that Jesse growled, “I’ll pay for the drinks.”
Dom met his stare. Electricity jolted through Jesse’s veins.
“You wouldn’t be sober enough to remember that,” Dom said, waving the waiter over. He placed another order. This time, it was for a shot of whiskey.
The challenge in his eyes—Jesse knew this game. He asked for the same.
When the drinks arrived, Jesse downed his shot first. The whiskey burned all the way down his throat, making him cough and his eyes water. How the hell did Dom drink this stuff?
Dom smirked, tipping his shot back slowly, in the most aggravating way. Then he called the waiter over for another two shots. Jesse asked for two, just to match him.
Dom’s smile grew. “Gonna regret this, Sinclair.”
Jesse flipped him off. “You’re gonna regret it.”
There were more things he wanted to say. So much more. Lately, Jesse had been shouldering past Dom while they were both on duty. Dom had noticed—and he hadn’t even called Jesse out on it. He’d just given Jesse a look, and Jesse hadn’t understood what the hell that meant.
All he knew was that he wanted to pin Dom down, punch him, and maybe shove their cocks together just to prove that he wasn’t the only one who had gotten hard when they’d done that.
He still remembered that morning in the locker room. The way Dom had ground their dicks together, right after he’d promised Jesse a thorough fucking.
When the next order arrived, Jesse downed both shots. His throat burned.
Dom raised an eyebrow. “Reckless,” he murmured.
That voice raked down Jesse’s spine and went into his balls, pulling them tight.
Yeah, the idea of punching Dom seemed to get better by the second.
Dom savored his shots. Then, he called for the bill.
“We aren’t done yet,” Jesse hissed, reaching for his wallet.
Somehow, that bastard was faster. He was handing the waiter his credit card, waving him off. Jesse growled, his muscles tensing. There had to be something he was better at.
“Let’s chat outside,” Dom rumbled.
Jesse’s pants grew tight. Yeah, they’d chat. With their fists. And maybe other body parts, too.
The waiter returned with the receipt; Dom signed it with a surprisingly steady hand. Then he rose to his feet and turned, and Jesse couldn’t help noticing the curve of Dom’s ass, the way his pants hugged that solid muscle.
All he could smell was blackwood, and musk.
They were in a back alley somewhere behind the bar, when Jesse lunged at the bastard, shoving him against the wall. “There’s nothing wrong with me,” he whispered.
“Yeah?” Dom smiled, his teeth sharp. “Prove it, Sinclair.”
And he threw the first punch.
Pain burst through Jesse’s jaw—more of an insult than injury. He roared, grabbing Dom’s collar, swinging his fist.
Dom sidestepped that blow; Jesse lunged after him. The man grabbed Jesse’s fist, shoving him back against the brick.
Then Dom pressed their bodies together, a hot rush of friction. Jesse’s cock jerked behind his pants. He shoved Dom off, furious at himself. “What the fuck?”
Dom’s smile was amused this time. “Are you using fucking as a threat, again?”
“Hell yeah, I am,” Jesse snapped, riding the wave of anger that swelled in his chest, because it was easier than understanding the throb between his legs. “Fuck you.”
Before Jesse could react, Dom gripped his arm and spun him around, shoving his chest against the wall. The rough brick scraped Jesse’s jaw. “You’re forgetting something.”
And Dom stepped up behind Jesse, thrusting his hips hard against Jesse’s ass. A thick, obvious bulge ground against him. If they hadn’t been dressed, Dom’s cock would’ve wedged between Jesse’s cheeks, right against his hole.
That thing inside Jesse, the thing that had been slumbering—it jolted wide awake. And a surge of something feral clawed through his veins, squeezing his hole tight in a way that said, Consume me.
He suppressed that desire, throwing Dom off his back. “No fucking way.” Jesse lunged at Dom, grabbing his collar, slamming him back into the wall. “You don’t own me,” Jesse hissed.
And he shoved their bulges together, so hard that pleasure thrummed through his veins.
Dom sucked in a sharp breath. Jesse wasn’t sure if it was the light, or something else, that made Dom’s pupils dilate. But Dom smiled, confident in a way that lit Jesse’s nerves ablaze.
Dom flipped them around; the brick thumped against Jesse’s shoulders. “Think again before you threaten me,” Dom growled, whiskey on his breath, his eyes gleaming in the low light. “Or is this what you’re after?”
Then he pinned Jesse with his entire body, chest to chest, hip to hip, his warmth bleeding through Jesse’s clothes. And he pushed their cocks together in a hard, sweet grind. Bliss shot down Jesse’s veins.
That bastard had no right to make him feel this good.
Even if Jesse wanted to drive Dom over the edge. Just so he knew he had something over that man.
“Fuck you,” Jesse hissed.
Dom gave a sharp smile. “Yeah? You think you can?”
“I damn well know I will.”
“Let’s see it,” Dom rasped. And he leaned in, crushing their mouths together in a hot slide of damp skin.
Electricity
