Adjusting to the Situation - Granite County 3 http://www.bookstrand.com/adjusting-to-the-situation
Craig was
restless. He wanted skin-on-skin contact. Not nurses with needles or therapists
demanding that he rebuild the muscles of his chest and abdomen. He wanted his
mouth or ass stretched tight around a hard dick, preferably with a hand tangled
in his hair, demanding his submission. Man, he loved it when a man was strong
enough to keep him in line. That didn’t happen often, and never for long.
Wearing the
tightest pair of black jeans he owned and a deep emerald green silk shirt,
Craig entered K&L’s Bar on a mission. The dim interior was only cut by the
strobe lights slicing over undulating bodies on the dance floor.
Bypassing the
bar, Craig made his way through the crowd. A few bold hands cupped his ass.
Some slid over his package. A curly-haired woman, her heavy makeup looking
grotesque in the flickering white light, stepped in front of him and ran her
long-nailed hands up his chest.
Craig grabbed
her wrists. Leaning closer, his put his lips near her ear and yelled above the
pounding bass, “Not tonight, darling.”
Not tonight, not
any night with a woman. In high school his older brother had made Craig and his
twin a deal. They each had to take a girl on a date and attempt to be intimate
with her. If it didn’t work out, he wouldn’t hassle them for being gay
Neither of them
had liked the idea, but their older brother, Clark, was the only one who had
any type of control over Craig or his twin, Cooper. At sixteen, they pretty
much followed twenty-year-old Clark’s orders. Everyone else, they ignored.
Keeping their
end of the deal, Craig and Cooper asked a couple of girls out on a double date.
They both even managed to have sex with them. And they both vowed never to do
that again. Ever.
Craig moved
around the woman and stepped onto the dance floor. Within seconds he had a hard
body behind him and tiny twink in front of him. The twink was rubbing their
groins deliciously together. Craig decided the night was looking up.
K&L’s was
the kind of bar where you left your profession, status in society, and
inhibitions at the door. It was dark, alcohol flowed like a river and sex was
on everyone’s mind.
Body swaying and
hips thrusting to the beat, Craig let himself go. This was what he needed. Raising
his arms above his head he closed his eyes and let the music take over.
“Get lost.”
The hard cock
rubbing against Craig’s ass disappeared. The twink’s wandering hands dropped
away and the dick sliding against his was gone. Craig forced his eyelids open
and looked toward the deep voice ordering away his fun.
Holy fuck. In front
of him stood a tall, long-haired Adonis. Craig’s cock pushed hard against the
zipper of his pants. He had a weakness for men with dark skin and hair. This
Native American pushed every one of his buttons.
In the flashing
lights he saw penetrating dark eyes, slashes of eyebrows, high cheekbones, and a
goatee encircling a firm chin and a pair of plump lips. A light sheen of sweat
made the man’s dark skin shine.
Stepping
forward, the man ordered, “Put your arms around me, baby, and show me what you
can do.”
Immediately
Craig slid his hands up over the wide chest, making sure his fingers traced
over each pebbled nipple under the soft layer of thin black material. He didn’t
stop until his body was stretched up against all of those hard muscles and his hands
were locked behind the man’s thick neck. Craig estimated the guy must be around
six-five, well above Craig’s own five-ten. So far Craig was in heaven.
Hands covered Craig’s
hips. One long finger on each side of his waist forced its way under the tight band
of his jeans.
Craig gave the
man everything he ordered, dancing to the music and becoming totally alive in
his obedience. Like a snake before the charmer, he found himself mesmerized by the
big man’s movements. Craig’s body automatically following his lead.
Hands roughly
pulled him forward until there wasn’t a sliver of air between them. Their hips
and entwined legs began a down and dirty dance, mimicking the act that Craig
was craving.
“What’s your
name, lovely man?” The deep voice next to his ear sent a skin prickling spasm
throughout Craig body.
Lifting his
head, Craig’s nose and mouth tangled in long silky tresses of hair. “Craig,” he
answered. “What’s yours?”
“Synn,” the big
man responded, sending a fresh rush of shivers along Craig’s skin.
“Yes you are,”
Craig responded, leaning back in the big man’s arms. Looking him straight in
the eyes, he said, “I know a place with a little privacy.”
Straight white
teeth were startling in the dim lighting when Synn smiled. “Sounds good. Lead
the way.”
Crossing the
dance floor, Craig put an extra sway in his hips. He could feel many eyes on
him, but his show was for Synn’s benefit only. Something about the man had
Craig wanting to snare Synn’s complete attention.
Craig turned
down a hallway where the bar’s small kitchen was located. At almost midnight on
a weekday, it was closed. Entering the kitchen, Craig wasn’t surprised to hear
moans coming from the corners of the dark room. Ignoring them he turned down a short
hall and pulled open the storage closet door. Flipping the light switch on,
Craig entered. After Synn moved past him, Craig shoved a large round garbage
can in front of the door. It may not stop anyone from entering the room, but it
would at least give them a warning. That taken care of, he turned toward the
handsome man hoping Synn would give Craig what his body desperately needed.
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