Page 3 of Fallen Rook

Ca$h: I’m at the bar

Ca$h: The place is packed, wanna go somewhere more private?

Ca$h: I can’t stop looking at the picture of your .

My lips quirked into a smirk.

It was a good picture.

Not that my dick had any bad angles.

And the good news was, he was always gracious when he met fans, no matter how disinterested he was.

Italianstud2000: coming inside.

Here’s hoping.

Reaching the red velvet rope, I wordlessly flashed my fake ID at the beefy bouncer, shouldering past him into the hot, dark space. The suffocating ambiance of too many people, overflowing alcohol, and BO wrapped itself around me, tightening its grip the deeper I ambled inside.

Dozens of bodies crowded the dance floor, moving, writhing, throwing their arms in the air to “Russian Roulette” by Rihanna. The low bass and adrenaline made my bones throb.

Jaw clenched tight, I pushed my way to the bar, keeping my head low. I needed to get outta here, fast. I’d take him to my place, or maybe a motel that accepted cash. Honestly, I was too panicked to be horny. The only reason I didn’t double back was because that’d embarrass me to a degree where my fucking soul would divorce my body or some shit. Unacceptable. I was a grown-ass man. I was seeing it through.

I wasn’t stupid enough to exchange face pics with Cash on Queerdr, but I’d told him what I was going to wear and vice versa. I spotted him easily, in black skinny jeans and a sleeveless The Smiths tank top that highlighted his lean but sculpted arms.

Okay. I can work with that.

He looked cute, a little on the short side, with a blond buzz cut and a youthful face. When I stopped in front of him, his mouth broke into a huge grin, and he threw his arms around my shoulders.

“Italian stud?” he greeted me over the music shrilly, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “I got you a drink.”

I thought I felt my cock stir in my pants when he pushed a blue concoction across the sticky bar my way, and my pulse immediately quickened.

Finally. Some movement downstairs.

“Thanks. I’m more of a beer guy.” I motioned to the bartender, pointing at a Peroni on display. “Get you something?”

Cash shook his head, looking a little bummed I’d refused his drink. I chalked it up to his wanting to loosen me up. He knew it was my first time. Anyway, why would he roofie me? I’d already made it clear I wanted my cock in his mouth.

No stools were available, so we stayed standing while the bartender tossed a Peroni into my hands. I caught the bottle, popping it open with my teeth. Cash’s mouth fastened around the straw of his drink. He gave it a suggestive suck. “I wonder what else you can do with that mouth of yours.”

I normally had a good comeback ready for any occasion, but I found myself a little out of sorts. I still wasn’t exactly turned on, but I was eager to get the show on the road. Every moment standing here made me feel exposed.

I drained my beer and wiped my mouth. “Let’s get out of here, and I’ll show you something more impressive than my mouth.”

“Yeah?” Cash’s eyes zinged with excitement. “Where?”

“Mine.”

His smile fell, along with his bony shoulders. “No offense, dude, but gay bashing is a thing, and you look like the kind of guy who can kill me by blowing in my direction.”

His assessment didn’t even sound like an exaggeration. I couldn’t fault him for being safe. There was a reason why my brothers tasked me with the job of threatening and beating people up for a living. But I also couldn’t risk taking him to any of my family’s clubs and properties.

“How ’bout the alleyway?” He jerked his thumb in the exit’s direction. “It’s pretty private.”

“That works.” Kinda. I made a mental note to scope the place for cameras and people beforehand. If anyone found out, I’d be toast. “You sure you wanna do this?”

I’d been very specific in what I was looking for on the app. I wanted to get my dick sucked, period. No kissing. No penetration. No cuddling. Cash knew the score.