When Jack receives a Two for One offer at a local club, he doesn’t realise the two men would change his life.
Jack Samson moves to Sumerset to start over again. He’s looking forward to his new veterinary practice and maybe having some fun once in a while. He certainly isn’t looking to fall for two men.
Simon Wittman and Brady Vanderly have been partners for fifteen years. They love each other, but they like to play. When they pick Jack up at a local gay bar, they think they’re just looking for a night or two of fun. They end up finding so much more.
Reader Advisory: This book was previously released at another publisher. It has been revised and re-edited for release with Totally Bound.
The bartender winked at Jack Samson as he sat at the bar. A blush crept up Jack’s cheeks, but he managed to smile back. After turning around, he leaned against the wooden counter and watched the men on the dance floor.
It was the first time he’d gone out since moving to Sumerset. The city had a good reputation as being ‘gay-friendly’ and had a few gay clubs. He wasn’t sure why he’d decided to come to the PYT. He couldn’t dance and his natural shyness made it difficult to pick up a guy. Well, that and the fact that he wasn’t particularly good-looking.
At least he was a good fuck, or so his ex-boyfriend Tom had said when he’d left. Jack shook his head. No dwelling on the past. Starting over again was one of the reasons he’d taken over the vet practice in Sumerset. The opening at the practice had come at the right time for him. He was ready for a new start where no one knew him. Maybe that would help him get out of the rut he was in.
“Want to dance?”
Jack glanced to his right and gazed into a well-muscled chest covered by a tight white T-shirt. He trailed his gaze up to where a pair of hazel eyes twinkled down at him. His cock went hard. Hell, the man was gorgeous. Sandy-blond hair complemented those hazel eyes. A nose with a slight bump in it kept the man from being too pretty. Full lips tugged into a smile and he realised he’d been staring for a while.
He flushed and dropped his eyes. Bad idea, since he ended up staring at the sizable bulge behind the man’s khakis.
“Dance?” the man asked again.
“I can’t. Never learned how to.” God, did that make him sound like a complete loser?
“It’s a slow song. Don’t need to know anything fancy for that.” The stranger took his glass from him and set it on the bar.
Jack didn’t protest as the blond pulled him to the dance floor. Within a minute, his arms were wrapped around the man’s neck and those warm hands were cupping his ass to snug him close. He tried not to tense. He really wasn’t a dancer, but the graceful movements of the man whose arms he was in made it easy to relax. Soon his head rested on the man’s chest and he pressed tight to him, leaving no space between their bodies.
His cock twitched and grew harder. He’d have been embarrassed by his reaction if there weren’t a matching bulge rubbing against him.
“Tip your head.” The order was breathed in his ear.
He leaned his head back as the man’s firm lips merged with his. Lust shot through him, making him gasp, and the man took advantage. They duelled and stroked with their tongues. Jack entwined his hands in blond curls and gave himself up to the stranger.
He’d lost track of time in the man’s embrace and wasn’t aware that he’d been rubbing against the man as hard as he could and was close to coming until the man pulled away from the wet kiss.
“I’m Brady Vanderly. Want to join us?” Brady nodded towards a dark corner.
Brady’s words didn’t register as he led Jack’s desire-filled body from the floor.
As they got closer to the corner, Jack saw a dark shape seated at a table. Before he could say anything, a hand shot from the shadows and took his hand.
He landed in the lap of another man. Stunned, he didn’t protest as the man arranged him as he wanted. Large hands gripped his legs and spread them, forcing him to straddle a set of thick thighs. Another set of hands smoothed along his sides and over his groin. His dazed mind had a difficult time processing what was happening.
Brady’s warm chest leaned against his back and Jack knew he was shielding them from the rest of the club.
The black-haired man cradled Jack’s hips in his hands and rubbed their jean-covered cocks together.
Jack moaned. He knew he should pull away, but lust took control of his mouth.
“Please.” At least that’s what he hoped he said.
“I told you he would be delicious.” Brady moved his mouth over his neck, finding the sensitive skin behind his ear and sucking.
Jack arched, his hands searching uncertainly for a place to land.
“Hold on to me, little one.” The other guy’s voice was deeper and more commanding than Brady’s.
Jack gripped the man’s broad shoulders and tried to keep from crying out as Brady unhooked his belt and opened his pants. A scandalised part of his head couldn’t believe he had his cock hanging out in a club. That voice shut up when a hot, naked and thick cock touched his.