Then Tate stepped in front of him and wound his arms around his neck, making it more than obvious he was done with the conversation, done with the intrusion, and ready to dance to the heavy throb of the pulsating music.

Logan placed his hands on Tate’s back and ran them up to his shoulder blades, and he couldn’t help putting his mouth on him.

Love that I can do this, he thought, punctuating it with a kiss to his neck. Love that you’re here, with me.

Tate’s head lolled to the side, and when the salty sweat on his smooth skin hit Logan’s tongue, it was hard to remind himself they were in public.

Tate widened his legs, and Logan pressed one of his between his thighs. He could feel Tate’s fingers twisting through the back of his hair as their hips rocked against each other, and the thought of concentrating on anyone or anything other than running his hands all over Tate’s body left his mind.

He dragged his fingers back down Tate’s spine to the leather pants covering his ass. He loved the feel of them, and when Tate’s mouth found his ear and he said, “Harder,” Logan’s cock stiffened as if he’d physically stroked him.

Logan shut his eyes, and when Tate’s lips moved over his ear, he dug his fingers in. Tate’s hips thrust forward like he was inside him. Then he hissed, “Yes,” and Logan groaned.

Jesus. I’ll be lucky if I make it home without attacking him.

Tate was writhing against his leg and body as if they were already somewhere dark and private, which made Logan want...

He brought his mouth to Tate’s ear and whispered, “Turn around.”

Tate took a small step back and, without question, turned. Logan didn’t wait a second before he plastered himself against the sexy length of his body. He placed his splayed hands on Tate’s hips and pulled him back until his ass was cradling his aching cock.

“Fuck yes,” Logan growled, gyrating against the rounded curves filling out Tate’s leather. “I don’t blame him for wanting you, but he can’t fucking have you.”

Tate raised his arms to loop them behind his neck and looked over his shoulder with sex-hazed eyes. “He wanted you too, but—”

“We don’t fucking share,” Logan ended and then thought, One night—and soon—I’m going to fuck him just like this. Naked and in front of a mirror, so I can see every goddamn inch of him.

* * *

Tate totally surrendered to Logan and the music as it pounded out a seductive rhythm. Logan’s mouth was by his ear and Tate could hear his heavy breathing as he moved against him—living out the fantasy he’d had the last time he’d been in a club.

He could feel Logan’s hands holding him in place as he bumped his erection against the crack of his ass. Tate wished like hell they were alone, but they were in the corner of a room full of strangers who were also busy bumping and grinding.

He closed his eyes when one of Logan’s hands slid farther around his front and—ahh yeah—flattened against his hard-on. Then he turned his head and Logan’s lips were on his.

“Open your mouth.”

Tate’s lips parted immediately and Logan dove inside to taste. Tate sucked eagerly on Logan’s tongue as his hand curled around the leather covering his cock.

Being kissed by Logan was like an out-of-body experience. It felt as if every part of his body were being stimulated at once, and as he continued to stroke his aching sex, Tate figured he was close to right.

He wanted to be alone with him, and he wanted it now.

Tate turned and brushed a kiss against Logan’s cheek. “Take me somewhere. Just you and me.”

Quicker than Tate thought possible, Logan took him by the hand and directed him past the bar and into a hall that had several different doors and alcoves. Without a word, Logan pulled him into one of the dark side nooks and had his back up against the wall.

“Will this do?”

Tate licked his lips as Logan planted his hands by his head. “Yes. I wanted—”

His words were cut off when Logan lowered a hand and stroked his fingers up his rigid cock. “What do you want?”

Tate’s head rested back on the wall as he moved against the hand massaging him through his pants. He’d thought he wanted Logan to run the show tonight, but now he found himself saying, “You.”

Tate pushed off the wall and muscled Logan back until he was the one against it. Then he took Logan’s mouth in an explosive kiss.

Tongues, hands, and sweat all combined together as he started grinding against Logan’s body, and he accomplished what he’d set out to—he forgot everything except for the man against him.

“I need you,” he panted against Logan’s lips. “I’ve never needed you more. Let’s go home.

27.

They only just made it inside the door to his condo when Logan found himself turned to face the wall. He barely had a chance to brace himself before Tate was crushed up against his back.

Tate rubbed his erection against his ass, and Logan grunted as he closed his eyes and rested his cheek against the cool wall.

“I had this fantasy about dancing with you that night you found me at HAZE.”

Tate’s hand snaked around his hips to the front of his pants, and Logan bucked his hips against the fingers kneading him.

“And how was the reality?”

He felt Tate’s lips on his neck as he placed kisses along it.

“Fucking incredible. I’ve never been big on dancing, but Jesus, the way you do it is like having sex on my feet. Which made me think—”

Logan turned, and Tate’s lips found his. He kissed him hard, and when he pulled away, his mouth tipped into a suggestive smile.

“What would it be like to have sex with you, on your feet, just like this? Eyes forward. Hands on the wall, Logan.”

Logan’s cock hardened at the instruction, and he brought his hands up to place his palms on the wall and angled the lower half of his body out slightly.

“Like this, you say?”

Tate’s body left his, and Logan felt a hand run down his back.

“Exactly like that.”

He could hear movement behind him and tried to get control of himself, to do as he’d been told, but he was so fucking excited that he could barely stand the suspense.

“I was just taking my clothes off. Making myself more at home. You don’t mind, do you?”

Logan grit his teeth and then felt Tate’s hands on his hips.

“That’s what you told me the first time I ever came here. ‘Take off all your fucking clothes if it makes you more comfortable.’ And tonight”—Logan closed his eyes as Tate’s lips brushed his ear—“it does.”

“You’re such a damn tease,” he rasped.

Tate moved his hands around his waist and unbuttoned the top of his pants. “I’m not teasing, and you want this, don’t you? Right here against the wall, with your pants around your ankles.”

“Yes,” he hissed, and his hips thrust back towards Tate.

“I thought so.”

Logan sucked in a breath when Tate’s hand unzipped his pants and shoved them to his feet. He went to move out of them and got one foot free when Tate opened his mouth and stopped him.

“Leave them there. The thought of seeing your clothes half on while I slide my cock inside you is hot as hell. Like you didn’t give a fuck about getting them off, and I couldn’t wait to have you.”

Then he was against him, and Tate’s naked cock was nestled between his ass cheeks.

“And Logan? I can’t fucking wait to have you.”

* * *

Tate stared at the white shirt covering Logan’s back and pushed it up with his hands until it was scrunched above his shoulder blades. Logan’s arms were stretched out, bracing himself against the wall, and the muscles in his back were tense as he stood there—hips and ass pointed in his direction.

Tate bent his knees slightly, dragged his cock through Logan’s tight cheeks, and closed his eyes for a second. He was practically vibrating with his own energy, a mix of arousal and power, and he needed to get ahold of himself.