Rule Breakers (Off Limits #2) - Nicky James Page 0,71
occasion, and grabbing my ass as we shoved through the crowd.
“I don’t see him yet,” he shouted near my ear, his body pressed to mine.
“It’s busy. We’ll find him.”
Harley had worn a short sleeve button-up, partly undone, exposing his chest hair and the silver chain around his neck. His jeans were tight and formed to his ass. His hair had grown out a bit, and he’d used gel to style it. He smelled good, and I couldn’t help pressing my nose to his neck every five seconds just so I could inhale him into my lungs.
He chuckled every time, holding me close and kissing my ear.
We moved toward the bar and waited for our turn to order drinks. Mr. Muscles from my previous visit wasn’t working tonight.
I scanned and scanned for Edison. When I caught sight of him, I nudged Harley, hitching my chin. “There.”
Harley turned, his smile dangerous as he watched Edison flirt with a group of college guys who were a bit too handsy.
“You gonna go piss on his leg?” I asked.
“I promised I wouldn’t.”
“No, you just fucked him until he couldn’t move earlier and refused to allow him to shower so he’d smell like you. You’re an animal.”
Harley growled and showed his teeth, but he didn’t disagree. “He’s working for his tips. I approve. Unless that guy in the teal shirt touches his ass one more fucking time. Then I’m gonna break fingers.”
“Always threatening the fingers.”
“What can I get ya?” the bartender yelled over the thumping bass.
“Do you need one of those sweet funky drinks the kid likes?” Harley asked.
“Nah, beer is fine.”
We got our drinks, and Harley guided me toward Edison. The poor kid. Harley was going to hound him and give him a hard time—not intentionally, but it was how Harley rolled.
Edison was still chatting with the group of college guys, his teeth flashing as he made eyes at them.
Harley dragged me along by the hand, but when we arrived, he dropped it in favor of smacking the handsy guy’s hand off Edison’s ass and replacing it with his own, squeezing and making Edison yelp. It was a good thing his tray was empty. He then bit Edison’s ear and whispered something just for him. The other guys may not have caught it, but I read his lips perfectly.
“Mine,” he’d said.
Edison beamed and turned around. We’d talked about how we might work this out in public and what kind of boundaries we might need. Mostly, it was a big city, and the likelihood of people outside our personal circles knowing we were related was slim. All three of us had decided to play it by ear and whatever happened, happened. None of us was concerned enough to set limits.
So, when Edison grabbed the back of Harley’s neck and dragged him in for a deep—and provocative—claiming kiss, all I could do was smile. Harley didn’t miss a beat and crushed himself against Edison, grinding their lower halves as he sucked his son’s tongue. It was dirty, yet no different than what half the people were doing on the dance floor.
The group of college guys immediately understood their boundaries. With the exception of Mr. Handsy, who seemed a bit disappointed, they laughed and rolled their eyes, stepping back and respecting Edison’s space.
Edison flashed a smile at me when Harley finally let him go. “You guys made it.”
“Of course we did.” I glanced around. “Any chance there’s a free table? Us old folks aren’t the dancing sort.”
Harley snorted. “Speak for yourself. I’ve got moves in me.” He rolled his hips to prove it.
Edison gave him a death glare, and Harley kissed it off his face. “Kidding. I’d bust a hip.”
“Do not embarrass me.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“I think there’s a group leaving over that way.” Edison pointed. “Take a look. I have to place a few orders and deliver a few drinks, then I’m on a break. I’ll come find you in a bit.”
He said goodbye to the college group and headed toward the bar, ass swinging. Not a single eye didn’t follow. As the college guys dispersed, I noticed a few of them giving Harley the stink eye, probably wondering what he had that they didn’t. Harley just looked smug.
“That was bold,” I shouted in his ear.
Harley shrugged like he’d half expected to get mauled by his son in the middle of the club. I don’t know why I was shocked.