OVERTIME (16 page)

Jagger felt the blush start at his ears and then begin to cover his entire body at a high rate of speed. He leaned away from the beefy man, nearly bumping Rory right out of his chair in his attempt to put some safe distance between him and the leather hulk.

“Keep walking,
doll
…he belongs to Colton,” Rory growled. In an instant, Rory’s friendly smirk had vanished and an intimidating kick-ass look had replaced it. His look was a glare that literally dared the man to try and take one step closer. Jagger wasn’t sure, but somebody needed to tell Rory that hulk man could kick his ass and then clean the floor with him. The dude was fucking huge!

“Back it down, Rory,” the giant growled back. “I don’t poach and you damned well know it. All you had to do was tell me.” Turning to Jagger, he chuckled and said, “Colton needs to put a collar on you before you cause him too much trouble. A pretty little thing like you could cause a dangerous tsunami stir on our tiny island. We like new and pretty things around here.”

With that, he turned and sauntered away, his hulky form bumping against the clubbers as he made his way across the crowded floor. Jagger swore they could land a helicopter on the dude’s back.

“What the fuck was that?” Jagger whispered when he felt like it was safe. He turned to Rory. “Seriously, dude, what the fuck was that?”

Rory tossed back his head and laughed. “That,
doll
, was what we like to call a Muscle bear and a Dom…Maximus Mayweather III. He’s one of the richest men on the island…and knows how to work an ass over very well from what I’ve heard.”

Jagger looked at Rory, a blank and confused look on his face. Rory started shaking his head from side to side. “Jeez! Don’t you know anything?” He leaned in and started explaining, “He’s considered a Muscle bear because of his muscles and size, hairiness, and rugged masculinity. He’s a Dom because he enjoys playing in the dungeon—he’d like to spank your ass hard and then fuck it even harder.”

Jagger pinched his lips together and nodded. He was desperately trying to appear like he understood but Rory was talking an entirely new language to him. Muscle bear? He guessed he could understand that part—the dude was totally muscled up and definitely didn’t suffer from a shortage of hair. The spanking and fucking…he pretty much understood that shit…even if he hadn’t dabbled in either. A quick and dirty image of Colton bending him over a sofa and
spanking his ass until it was a bright red and then following the spanking with a rough fuck danced through Jagger’s head, causing his stomach to tighten with a burning excitement.

Rory continued. “Now this guy over here,” he motioned toward the end of the bar where a small blonde stood, nursing a drink and eyeing the crowd with a blatantly sexual interest, “is called a
twink.”

Jagger observed the guy and noticed the raging differences between him and the Muscle bear he’d encountered seconds ago. The guy was slightly smaller than he was, appeared to not have any body or facial hair going on, and possessed a somewhat effeminate appearance. Hell, he was prettier than most girls. He barely looked old enough to drink, much less participate in ass-spanking and fucking. “
Twink
; got it.” He laughed at Rory, realizing he was beginning to have fun, except for the missing Colton part. The very fact that he missed Colton kind of pissed him off. He knew he was falling…and falling wasn’t something he did. Part of him wanted to rein it in but the other part, mostly dominated by his lower extremities, demanded that he keep dipping his toe into the sizzling waters.

He pointed to a man he’d noticed earlier. He was leaning against the balcony overlooking the pool. The dude had been standing in the same position ever since they’d gotten there, gazing out over the crowd with a serious expression on his face. “What about that guy? Does he have a label or is he just a dude checking out the other dudes?”
Fuck, was that what he was doing?

Rory chuckled. “That’s Mathias
Glanfield, and he’s what we call a daddy.”

Jagger frowned. “Okay, that’s just weird, right?”

“I knew you would say that!” Rory accused. “No, it isn’t weird. We don’t judge each other’s wants and desires around here. I’m not talking about incest. He may be looking for a relationship with a father-son dynamic, but it is more about what he can offer a younger lover. He wants to provide emotional support and guidance—teach the younger partner what he wants and needs to learn. He’s a nurturer.”

Jagger finished the last of his drink. “Oh, silly me,” he answered with an eye roll. “You called him a daddy. I have no idea why my mind went straight to the creeper factor.”

“Because you’re close-minded,
cher
,” Rory answered matter-of-factly.

“I am not!”

“Am, too,” Rory argued. His Cajun accent deepened when he got frustrated.

“Whatever. I bet if I took you to a straight bar, you’d be somewhat close-minded when it came to pussy,” he accused.

“
Touché
,” Rory countered with another smile. “You got me with that one. Pussy is so 90’s. I’m glad that craze is over.” He made his entire body tremor like it was the most horrible thought possible.

“You’re hilarious.”

While Jagger waited for Colton to finally show back up, he listened and watched as Rory flirted shamelessly with guy after guy. He talked some dirty trash, felt a few up, kissed (with lots of tongue) a couple, and got a few phone numbers. Jagger felt like he was totally
dicking
up Rory’s night of fun. He was just about to set out as a one-man search and rescue team when his eyes finally found their quarry. Colton and Riley had just emerged from the far side of the pool area and Colton didn’t look one bit happier than when they’d first disappeared. They stood, both looking like total alpha males, chest to chest and were still involved in what appeared to be a rather heated argument. Suddenly Riley leaned in and whispered something in Colton’s ear, and Jagger braced himself for the battle that would surely ensue. Instead, he was shocked when Colton stared at Riley with a shocked expression on his face for several seconds and then tossed his head back and laughed loudly. Jagger’s eyes narrowed when Colton wrapped Riley in a tight hug and then placed a sloppy kiss on his lips. Something unexplainably hot and sour settled in the pit of his stomach while all the alcohol he’d consumed gurgled and threatened to make a reappearance.

Needing a pat on the head and some reassurances that Colton was really into him, Jagger turned to Rory but found his new friend tonsil deep with yet another admirer. Tobias and Clay were wrapped in a tight embrace and rocking to a naughty rhythm while they stood against the bar, flirting with the bartender, Mathias. The last time he’d seen
Jax
and Jeremy, they had been headed to the video room. Another guy that had showed up with Riley, Joseph, just did a naked belly-flop in the pool. Jagger was pretty sure he was, at least at the moment, all alone in the bar…except for his jealousy—it was right fucking there in his face, mocking his cowardice.

What did he care if Colton and Riley hooked up? It wasn’t like he was interested, right?

He motioned for the waiter to bring him yet another drink. He should have at least been slightly concerned by the look that flickered across the waiter’s face but decided to totally ignore it. His eyes darted around the bar, noting that he was getting more than his fair share of
attention. He supposed it was because he was fresh meat like Colton had suggested, but at the moment he didn’t really give a fuck. They wanted him. Colton might not, but a good majority of these guys did. He’d bet he could give a come-hither look and he would have some company for the night.

For all of about the blink of an eye, he considered it, just for the satisfaction of suspecting it would piss Colton off, make him realize what he was missing. The ridiculous and careless thought only lingered for a split second though. He might be tip-toeing toward head-over-ass drunk and barreling down the road straight toward
Pissyville
, but he knew there was only one man he would consider taking to his bed—only one man that made him laugh even when he tried hard not to. Only Colton made him feel like he was the most fucking special thing walking this earth.

Fuck. What was he thinking?

Bothered by his own jealousy, Jagger struggled to understand why in the world seeing Riley and Colton together made him borderline furious. The only answer he could come up with was the one he didn’t want to accept…couldn’t accept. Admitting and accepting Colton had gotten to him could only lead to him forfeiting his life plan. Loving Colton didn’t fit anywhere into that plan—the plan he’d had since he been just a child, trapped in a trailer park without enough food and with a father that didn’t give a fuck about him unless it was to use him as a punching bag for his own enjoyment. He started his job in six days. Four years of nothing but studies and hard work was finally paying off. Everything he’d always wanted, his escape, was so damned close, inches away from his greedy grasp. Love didn’t fit into that plan.

Alcohol, lust, and jealousy burned every corner of his mind, daring him to fuck the plan and taste the forbidden fruit. One night of pleasure and he could walk away. He fucking deserved it, didn’t he? He glanced around the resort. Apparently everyone else in the room was getting to taste the fruit. Shouldn’t he?

He stood so abruptly, his chair nearly toppled over. From the corner of his eye, he saw Rory stiffen in alarm but then smile when he realized where he was headed. Jagger nudged his way through the crowd, wishing a few more of the men had opted for clothing but not really giving a fuck. His eyes were focused on his target.

Another man had joined Colton and Riley and the three of them stood huddled against a wall, chatting like nothing in the world was wrong—like his entire body wasn’t burning with a
brand new, unfamiliar, and damned annoying sizzle that caused his every nerve to scream with a sudden alertness. His cock, the traitorous bastard, was rock hard and demanding Colton’s undivided attention. He wanted his friend Riley to fucking disappear in a cloud of colorful gay dust, and he most definitely wanted the third guy to melt away and leave his man the fuck alone. The Intruder, a bleached blond with a body covered in piercings and tattoos, was standing entirely too close to what belonged to Jagger. The guy’s fake blue eyes were too busy eye-fucking Colton to even notice the stream blowing from Jagger’s ears as he closed the distance between them.

The fact that Colton’s mouth was curved into the sexiest fucking smiles in the bar as he talked to Riley and Intruder didn’t do a damned thing for Jagger’s jealousy. In fact, the smile might very well have been the last straw for him. The thing was, Jagger knew what he wanted—
who
he wanted—he just didn’t know how to take it. Wanting another man more than he wanted his next breath was unfamiliar territory for him. The alcohol wasn’t fucking helping.

He handled his desire the only way he knew how—with anger. Not punch somebody in the face anger but more like a temper-tantrum anger. The embarrassing kind.

He didn’t stop until he was standing directly behind Intruder. He noticed the guy’s hand, covered with stupid rings on every stupid finger, resting possessively against Colton’s hip bone. Jagger felt his own hands tighten into a fist. He had to fight the urge to smack Intruder’s hand away from his property.

Riley and Colton noticed him at the same time and their eye brows cocked upward immediately.
Fucking traitors
!

“What the fuck, Colton? I thought I was your fantasy fuck? This
twink
doesn’t even look like me,” he spat, knowing he wasn’t using the proper term but went with it anyway. Hell, he didn’t know the proper term but since he wouldn’t want anybody referring to him as a
twink, he went with it being an insult to this guy.

Jagger’s voice must have been louder than he’d intended because he noticed right away that the crowd near them quietened as they all instantly became intrigued by the drama they were about to witness. They literally rubbed their hands together with glee as they waited for the next scene to unfold. Normally, shy Jagger would have been trying to wilt into the shadows of the bar. Drunk Jagger stood his ground. Hell, he hoped Intruder would start some shit with him.

Intruder slowly turned around and looked him up and down, a strange expression on his face. Jagger supposed the guy was handsome enough if you like bulky muscles, too many piercings, and a body covered in tattoos, but he was not anywhere near Colton’s league of handsomeness. Speaking of Colton, he lounged lazily against the wall, studying Jagger like he was a test question he’d forgotten to study for. Jagger wanted to grab him and kiss away the confusion…or punch his fucking face.

“I guess this means our
date
is over.” Jagger heard his voice tremble with emotion but he couldn’t find the dignity to make himself shut the fuck up. His face burned. His heart hammered. Turning to Riley, he said, “Can I get a ride to the airport, Riley? Colton’s finished with me so I guess our debt is paid in full. Let’s just go.”

Riley stood stock-still, his eyes wide with alarm, but he made no move to help Jagger escape his humiliation. Where the hell was the guy that had been ready to go head-to-head with Colton over him less than thirty minutes ago? This Riley was just standing there, offering zero percent back up, and not even agreeing to help him make his getaway.

Colton pushed off the wall and stood up straight.