on my tongue, his words still echoing in my head.
“Go home and take care of my son.”
Chapter Twelve
Harley
The night was endless and busy as all fuck. With the passing of the storm and the clear roads, people had come out in droves to get their long-overdue fill. God forbid they went a week or two without seeing naked, barely legal girls dance for them.
There were the regulars, the rowdy college crowd who required me to keep an extra close eye on them since they got handsy and mouthy when they drank, and the lonely old men, some married, some single, all looking to put a spark in their dull, pointless lives.
The music, ear-raping new-age crap the girls claimed were good dancing tunes, played over the speakers. The twins—who were not twins but dressed as such—were on stage. Crimson and Violet. A crowd favorite. Their costumes reflected their names every time. They drove the audience wild with their provocative moves, grinding and rubbing off on each other like some B-rated porn. Normally, I was right there with the audience, ogling the stage and struggling to do my job while the girls danced together, because it was fucking hot. Tonight, I had more important things on my mind.
Like going back to my brother’s later and turning some element of my fantasies into reality. Flashes of Edison sitting on the counter and jerking off filled my mind on repeat. I envisioned Denver sucking him until he came and was almost regretting my request that he take care of the kid before I got there. I’d have given my left nut to see that happen. Hear that happen. Edison made the most exhilarating noises when he was turned on.
I told myself to chill. This was the beginning, not the end. I wasn’t missing anything I couldn’t see another time. Hell, knowing the stamina I’d had at Edison’s age, we would probably be able to get him off several times tonight before he was too exhausted to get it up.
In fact, that sounded like an experiment I wanted to partake in. Each time aiming to break the previously set record.
I rattled my head, driving away my rapidly spiraling thoughts before they got out of hand. The twins were finishing their set, collecting tips and flirting with a table of young college guys. Focusing on my job, I wandered my area, doing all I could to stay present.
At ten to two, almost closing time, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I tugged it out, finding a text from Edison. A warning was all it said. I frowned, unsure what the hell that meant, when a picture popped up after the text.
I slammed my phone against my chest the minute I understood what I was looking at. Glancing around to ensure no one was watching me, I peeked. It was a closeup shot of Denver cleaning a long drip of cum off Edison’s cock with his tongue.
My dick swelled immediately as I stared at my phone. Edison’s face wasn’t in the shot since he’d taken the picture. It showed the concave arch of his abdomen as he leaned forward, his muscles tight and firm. A blond, trimmed patch of hair surrounded his wet and erect cock. Clearly, Denver had sucked him off. Denver’s eyes were closed, but the blissed-out look on his face told me he’d enjoyed every second of the job I’d given him.
Edison texted again.
Edison: Pregame warm-up. We’re ready and waiting.
Then another text.
Edison: Hurry up. I’m still horny.
I growled and pocketed my phone, unable to respond with words since I was feeling like a caveman at the moment and was ready to start tossing people out of the club by their shirt collars just so I could get to Denver’s faster.
Edison was a fucking tease and proud of it. The little shit. There were some traits he would have been better off not inheriting.
By the time I pulled into Denver’s driveway, I was vibrating with adrenaline and had a desperate need to come. I’d pulled up the picture Edison had sent at least a hundred times in the last half hour. Each time, I grew harder and more restless.
The door was unlocked. In the living room, a single lamp was aglow on the end table. Denver was lounging on the couch, one leg up on the coffee table, wearing nothing but a pair of joggers. I scanned the room but didn’t see Edison anywhere.
“Where’s the kid? Did you fuck him into a coma? I told