and eyes a little concerned still, Skye leaned up to brush a kiss to his lips. "Come on. Take me for a ride on your Harley, Liam. Take me wherever you want." His lips brushed against Liam's as he spoke. "I'm all yours, remember?" He felt very bold and when Liam's arm came around him and tugged him hard up against his chest, Skye decided Liamliked bold. Mentalnote.
Liamgrabbed the leather coat he'd given Skye and handed it to him. "Put it on. I've got an extra helmet and a hellofa night planned for you, professor."
Oh boy.
Skye wasn't at all sure what Liam meant, but he didn't mind for once. Maybe this would be fun, letting Liam call all the shots. Heck, it'd worked out reallywellthe other night. What harmcould it do?
"I don't know how to dance..." Skye sounded very worried and Liamhad a hard time hidinghis smile.
"No, but I do. That's why I'm the teacher and you, professor, are the student."
Skye glanced up at him, brows lifted and dark eyes amused. "I didn't know dance instructor was on your veryimpressive resume."
Liam tugged him closer as they approached the entrance of the club. "It's more of a hidden talent." He nodded to the bouncer as they were waved inside, reachingto take Skye's hand.
Skye leaned in to brush his lips against Liam's ear as they entered the building and the pounding music hit themlike a fist. "People are lookingat me."
Liam laughed and led him toward the coat check, handing off their jackets and helmets, then turned, tucking the ticket in his back pocket. "Skye, darlin', if they're looking, it's because youlook fuckinghot."
He did, too. The jeans clung to the long, sleek muscles of his thighs and the bitable curve of his ass. The black T-shirt was this very thin fabric bordering on too-thin, offeringa hint ofnipples throughit, showingoff the narrow span of his waist. The man always made Liam want to pin him against the wall and strip his clothes off.
Skye didn't seem to be aware of Liam's lusty intentions--too busy looking around--and his eyes just kept getting wider. From the piranha tank arching over the entrance and continuing along the wall behind the bar, to the dance floor so crowded with bodies it seemed to be a living, breathing thing, pulsing with movement and lust and life--everything seemed to hold animpossible fascinationfor Skye.
"Wow. I always did wonder whyeveryone spent so much time going to clubs in college..." Skye shook his head, lettingLiamlead himover to the bar.
Liam leaned forward to catch the bartender's attention, then glanced at Skye. "Why didn't you ever go withthem?"
Skye smiled, one shoulder lifting in a dismissive shrug. "I was four years ahead of everyone, so when my fellow college students were ignoring studying for finals in favor of nightclubs, I wasn't old enough, even if I'd wanted to go."He shook his head, brows knitting as he turned away from the dance floor. "Not that I wanted to."
Liam didn't believe him for a second. No matter how brilliant Skye was, there was no way being left out and probably ostracized by his peers hadn't hurt himas a kid. Which is exactly what Skye had been during college, apparently--just a kid. "Really? Your big ol' brain got allthe stimulation you needed frombooks and numbers and classes?"
Skye nodded, expression almost daring Liam to doubt his answer. "Absolutely."
Liamgrinned, leaninginto nuzzle his ear. "Thenwhy did you come looking for me the first chance you got, myown?"
Skye shuddered, leaning against him, but the bartender cut off his response. Liam ordered Skye a shot of tequila with a beer chaser. He knew the other man had probably never had a straight drink before, so he was going to start him off with just one shot, no more. Most likely that'd be it for the night. He wanted inhibitions loosened, not fall-downtrashed.
Liam grinned at the wary look Skye gave the tiny shot glass when the bartender set it and the beer down. "Don't look at it like it's a cobra, my own. Just toss it down. Youdon't want to sip at it."
Skye wrinkled his nose. "I don't understand the point of drinking something that tastes so vile you have to try and get it down without it hitting your taste buds and then wash it down with something else. It makes no sense."
Liam laughed and nudged the shot toward Skye. "Says the man who has no idea how good a nice buzz feels. Go on."
Skye gave him a wary look, then took a deep breath and downed the shot like a pro. His face, however, gave him away as a novice, and Liam laughed, leaning in to claimhis mouth in a deep, tequilaflavored kiss. Now
that
Skye did like a pro. He was a wicked-fast learner, and no one kissing Skye would ever guess less than a week ago he'd never been kissed before.
The idea ofsomeone else kissingSkye made Liam's breath stutter to a halt and he broke the kiss, panting a little. Earlier, it'd beenSkye who was reachingfor things that couldn't be and places they couldn't go together, and now here he was getting possessive over the thought ofsomebodyelse kissingthis man.
Somebody else
was
going to kiss Skye, that was just all there was to it. That was kind of the entire point of everything. Skye
wanted
kisses from other men. Kisses and touches and whatever else those men might want fromhim. Oh, it made himfume, and Skye blinked up at him, clearlypickingup onit.
"What's wrong?"
"Sir. What's wrong,
Sir
, Skye." His voice was unnecessarily sharp, and Skye took a step back in reaction. Liam shook his head, reaching out to cup his cheek. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap. Come on...everything's fine. Let's dance, myown."
Skye hesitated, eyes narrowed. "Are yousure?"
Liam nodded, taking his hand. "I'm sure. Now come on, professor. Youhave to learnto shake it ifyou want to be a proper queen!"
Skye laughed as Liampulled himtoward the dance floor. "I don't recall asking to become a queen," he shouted over the thumpingbass.
Liamgrinned and turned to walk backward into the crowd, clearing the way for Skye. "Oh, don't worry, Skye, myown...youalreadyare!"
He tugged Skye into his arms, pushing aside all those useless, unhelpful feelings. Skye was his temporarily, which he needed to remember. That didn't mean he damn well couldn't enjoy every second, though. He wrapped his arms around Skye's waist, hands settlingonhis hips, and leaned into speak into his ear so Skye could hear him. Also to make Skye shiver, let's be honest.
"Do you remember when we fucked, my own?" Skye shuddered, and Liam laughed. "I take that as a yes. Dancing is a whole lot like that...just follow my lead. Listen to what my body is telling you to do. Then do it. That's all."
Skye turned his head, lips brushing Liam's ear. "Youmake it sound so easy."
"It is. Just listen to my body and listen to your own. And
feel
, Skye. Feelit all."
Skye shivered and nodded. Liam knew how hard this was for himand was proud ofhimfor beingopento something new and unfamiliar. His hands remained on Skye's hips, guiding his movements at first. That didn't last long, though, because in the same way he'd acclimated to the sensual rhythm of sex, Skye got a hangofthe rhythmofdancingjust as fast.
Liam groaned and let his fingertips slip a bit under the hem of Skye's shirt, brushing silky bare skin. "Why am I not surprised you're a fucking natural?" he asked against Skye's ear, tongue slippingout to flick the lobe.
"It's good?" Skye's lips nuzzled Liam's jaw, his breathfanningacross his skin.
Whyhad he thought goingout was a good idea?All Liam wanted right then was to get Skye naked and under him, over him, bent across something, anything. God, the wayhe lusted after Skye was startling.
"Oh yes. Very good, my own." Liam's breath hitched when Skye circled his hips. Fuck, maybe he shouldn't have compared dancing to sex. Skye was takingit veryliterally.
Skye didn't seem to be paying any attention to the men crowded on the dance floor, but several of
them
were paying a hell of a lot of attention to Skye. Liam smiled, leaninginagain.
"You're becoming rather popular, my own," he murmured.
Skye pulled back, staring up at him. "What do you mean?"
Liam glanced around, then met Skye's eyes again. "Take a look around, professor."
Skye frowned, then did, head turning. An instant later, he gasped and jerked back to face Liam, eyes widening. "Whyare theystaring?"
Liamlaughed, hands sliding down a bit to brush the top of Skye's ass. "I'm gonna guess they think you're smoking hot." He slid one hand up Skye's back to sink into his hair. "They're right."
Skye gaped at him. Then he scoffed. "They're probablylookingat you."
Liam's brows lifted. "You think so?" He let go of Skye and took a handful of steps back, shaking his head when Skye looked panicked and tried to follow. "Staythere,"he said. "Watch."
Skye wasn't dancing anymore, his eyes wide and looking a little lost. Liam felt bad for a second, but before he could really get into fullon guilt and go rescue Skye, there was no need. Because as soon as the two guys watchingsaw Liamabandonhis prize inthe middle of the dance floor, it was like lions sensing a fresh kill. Theyswooped inwithno hesitation.
Liam grinned, half-heartedly dancing with a pretty twink, while he watched Skye react to his sudden situation. Sandwiched between two shirtless, muscular gym bunnies, he looked equal parts embarrassed and intrigued. What was funny about the whole situation was Skye probably had never needed Liam in the first place. He'd hired Liamto teach himhow to attract and hold onto another man. But the idea Skye had needed to
learn
that was an imagining of the other man's mind. He'd just never tried. Never even come close to exposing himself to situations where the men he wanted to attract could be found.
And now here he was, in the midst of Las Vegas's hottest gay scene, and not ten minutes had passed before he was readyto be snatched up.
Liam held his breath as Skye began to loosen up a little, dancing again now, his two partners doing their best to hold onto Skye's attention. Skye kept looking for Liam, and when their eyes would meet, he smiled, expression expectant. Like he was just waiting for Liam to come pullhimawayfromthose guys.
He shouldn't, though. This was what Skye was after. Hooking up, meeting guys, having a sociallife. He was doingjust fine at it onhis veryfirst outing, and Liam knew he ought to just leave him to it. The pretense he
needed
Liam for anything was just that--a pretense. Liam should turn around and walk off the dance floor and right out ofSkye's life.
He did the exact opposite.
He strode forward, shouldering his way through the crowd, and caught Skye's hand with a slow grin. The expression on Skye's face was enough to boost Liam's ego for a month, how he just immediately forgot about the guys he'd been dancing with and drifted toward Liam, right into his arms.
Liamgave the others a shamelessly smug look, as if to say, Too bad, he's mine. For now Skye was, and damned if he was going to slip away into the night before Skye was done with him. Or before he was done withSkye. Whichever wayit went. Maybe both.
Liam led Skye off the dance floor and over to a spot in the corner of the club, where the bass didn't thump nearly so loud. He backed Skye against the wall and bent his head to nudge his soft mouth. "I told you. They were staring at you, my own. They wanted you." Possessiveness was ananimalbarelyleashed inside him.
Skye seemed to sense it, swaying toward him, awayfromthe wall, arms around his neck. "I don't care. I wanted you." He curled his fingers on Liam's back. "I liked knowingtheywanted me, though. It felt good."He laughed a little, the sound almost giddy. "I had no idea it felt that way."
"Being desired?" Liam asked, nudging his knee between Skye's thighs. Almost immediately, Skye rocked against it.
Liam nodded. "Wow, indeed. Come here." He pulled awayand grabbed Skye's hand, pullinghimalong behind him down the hall toward the bathrooms. Skye followed without question, but once the bathroomdoor swung shut, his brows furrowed as he peered at Liam throughthe dimlighting.
He didn't get a chance to finish his question before Liamcaught the front ofhis shirt and pulled himinto one of the empty stalls, slamming the door shut and sliding the lock.
Liam kissed him, deep and primal, pressing Skye back against the stall door. The bathrooms at Piranha were legendary for one reason--each stall was its own tiny room. Floor to ceiling walls, an actual door. Privacy. Debauchery. It was the stuff legends were made ofand five-star online ratings, too.
When the kiss broke, Liam cupped Skye's chin in his hand, meeting his eyes. "Look at me. What's your safeword, Skye?"
Skye blinked. "What? Liam, what are we..." Liam shook his head sharply, grabbing Skye's wrists and dragging them above his head to pin against the door. "I said, what's your safeword, Skye?"
"S-Suspenders."
Liam let out a soft growl. "Good boy." Then he turned Skye to face the door, still holding his wrists in one hand, and reached around to tug open Skye's jeans.
* * * *
Skye's jaw dropped, unable to believe this was even happening. They were in a public restroom. There were other people just outside the door. Skye had seen them when Liam had whisked him inside. Oh my God, they must know exactly what was going on in their stall. Just the fact there were two of them kind of gave it
away.
Oh my God.
"Liam...Liamwe can't. No, no...Liam..."
Liam didn't stop, rough hand yanking Skye's jeans
down around his thighs, and suddenly Skye realized why Liam had demanded he tell him his safeword. Because Skye was going to have to use it if he wanted Liamto stop.
Whichmade Skye wonder ifhe reallydid. There was a harsh slipping sound and the next thing he knew Liam was winding his belt around Skye's wrists, pulling it tight and buckling it around the hook on the back of the door. Skye's knees went weak and he leaned against the cool wood, heart pounding. Whatever had come over Liam, Skye didn't want it to stop. There was no way he was using his safeword, not now, not here. Even the mortification of knowing total strangers knew he was about to get fucked in a public place added to the arousaltearingthroughhim.
Since when had he become a complete exhibitionist? He knew the answer. The same answer as everything else in the last week--Liam. Liam brought things out in him, dragging things to the surface Skye wasn't even aware existed. Things he never would have suspected. Like the fact that, apparently, he had a good bit of slut in him and hadn't known it. He didn't know how else to explain the way he thrust his ass back and rubbed against Liam's denim-covered hard-on.
Liam pressed closer, until Skye was sure not so much as a breath could squeeze between them. God, it felt good, and he didn't even care they were in public. Allhe cared about was gettingmore. More ofLiamand the insane feelings he created inside Skye.
"Liam, please..." he whined, hips grinding back. He had never hated a pair of jeans as much as he did Liam's just then. He'd give just about anything for them to be skin on skin. What was a little scary was he thought Liamknew it, too.
"Please what, my own?"Liamwhispered against his nape, teethscrapingthere.
Skye shuddered, head tiltingforward to expose that tender spot to him more, his heart racing so fast he thought he might pass out. "Please, more..."
Liam's teeth closed on his skin more sharply than before and, strangely, Skye knew exactlywhy.
"Please, more, Sir. Sir..."
And then, God help him, Skye swore Liampurred. Like a big, satisfied jungle cat pressed against him and damned happy to be there. Skye had never in his life imagined anything like this or anyone like Liam and he was beginningto think he'd missed out ona whole lot.
"I like when you say please, my own. I like when youask for what youwant."
Skye bit his lip. He wasn't an idiot and realized it meant Liamwas goingto be requiringhe do exactlythat before they were through. A lot, probably. Skye was very glad suddenly for the belt binding him to the hook on the door because his knees kept going weak and wobblyeverytime Liamso muchas breathed.
He asked for what he wanted. "Please...kiss me?" He turned his head to meet Liam's gaze. There was something special about Liam's kisses and he desperatelywanted one right now.
Liam gave it to him, along with a tender, gentle smile belying the dominance and force with which he was touching Skye and controlling every move either of them made. But the kiss...oh, the kiss. Skye leaned his head back against Liam's shoulder and just sank into the kiss like it was a feather bed after a month of sleepless nights. He would give Liamanything he asked for, anythinghe
didn't
ask for, whenthe mankissed him that way.
He was so caught up in the kiss that the feel of slippery fingers between the cheeks of his ass startled himso much he almost bit Liam's tongue. He broke the kiss, gasping. "What...did you seriously have lube on you?"he asked incredulously.
Liamchuckled, sinking a finger into himwith barely a smidgen ofresistance. "Considering doing
this
is what
I do, myown, it behooves me to be prepared."