Some Like it Rough
The Gentlemen's Club 2
[Siren Allure ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]
Bad boy Julian Decker leaves his old life behind when he gets a job working security at an exclusive club. It’s lust at first sight when he spots wealthy member Richard Caldwell, but the older man is way out of his league and doesn’t even know Julian exists. Julian is used to going after what he wants, and when an opportunity arises he makes his move.
Prominent attorney Richard Caldwell is part owner of the Gentlemen’s Club, where wealthy members can live out their romantic fantasies, but Richard gave up on love when he lost his longtime partner to cancer. Then on one of his rare visits to the club, a seductive new employee catches his eye and makes him an offer he can’t refuse. For the first time in years, Richard is attracted to another man and he can't deny the strong chemistry between him and Julian. But just as Richard starts to believe in miracles, he's attacked and all the evidence points to his new lover.
It was a shitty night for a walk. Julian Decker shoved his hands in his pockets and hunched his shoulders against the autumn chill. The wind was howling like a pack of motherfucking wolves, and a fine mist was threatening to turn into a soaker. Summer had barely slipped into fall, and already the leaves were blowing off the few trees on Pine Street.
Suck it up, Julian. If you’re lucky, there’s a lager and a blow job waiting for you at the end of the block.
Julian spotted a few men braving the crappy weather to catch a smoke outside the front entrance of the Backdoor.
Levi’s and leather and bears. Oh my!
A gay dive, the Backdoor offered cheap drinks, grungy décor, and communal bathrooms, but it was located in an area known to be unsafe after dark.
Anyone looking for glamour and fancy froufrou cocktails wouldn’t find them here. The location didn’t bother Julian. In fact, it was a plus. The likelihood of running into someone from his new job had to be zilch. The bar attracted a mixed crowd—bears, twinks, and everything in between, including some overly touchy-feely types. Definitely not a hangout for the faint of heart, but if a guy was adventurous and willing to ignore the Backdoor’s intimidating reputation, he could have a good time—even a guy like Julian who had a new lease on life and was now working in the posh Gentlemen’s Club.
Julian navigated through the fast-food containers, beer cans, and old newspapers that littered the sidewalk. A slim, boyish-looking blond sauntered past him. An assortment of colorful handkerchiefs billowed from the back pockets of the boy’s tight-fitting Levi’s, advertising what kind of sex he was selling.
Green, orange, gray, red, light blue, right pocket… He’s a cocksucker.
Julian smiled to himself. Most big cities had a neighborhood where male street prostitutes plied their trade. Philadelphia was no exception. Escorts, callboys, gigolos, rent boys, sex workers, hustlers—made no difference what they were called. They were all the same—men selling themselves to potential clients who drove by in cars.
Been there, done that.
Curious, Julian followed the boy’s progress. Locks of blond hair whipped around the kid’s head as he flashed a seductive smile in Julian’s direction. The smile disappeared when he realized Julian wasn’t buying. Frowning, the blond turned away.
A black Cadillac STS slowed to a cruise and pulled to the curb. The window rolled down, and the boy walked over. A few words were exchanged, and he slid inside.
At least he’ll be warm for a little while.
Julian watched the tableau unfold with a sense of déjà vu. Some things never changed.
He narrowed his eyes at the familiar looking car and inched closer. Catching a glimpse of silver hair, his jealousy spiked a surge of temper that had no outlet. Bile rose in his throat.
It looked like Richard Caldwell’s car, but Julian couldn’t be sure. Richard wasn’t the only man in the city who drove a black Caddy. Besides, the wealthy lawyer could have any man he wanted. Why would he be cruising Pine Street looking for a blow job? It had to be someone else.
Julian had been fantasizing about the Anderson Cooper look-alike since the first day he’d laid eyes on him. And his vision didn’t include some honey-haired slut wrapping his lips around Richard’s dick. Or vice versa.
In Julian’s alternate reality, Richard went down on his knees for Julian only. He could almost feel his fingers twisted in the man’s silver locks, directing Richard’s moves every step of the way.
Richard’s mouth on my cock, tongue swirling around the head…Richard swallowing my length and fondling my balls…Richard sucking me hard…
Julian hissed in a breath. His stiffening cock rubbed against the zipper of his jeans, creating a sweet friction that made the daydream feel almost real. He had imagined this scenario countless times in countless settings, and the fantasy never failed to make him hard. Since he’d started working at The Gentlemen’s Club, he’d only seen Richard twice, but the older man had sparked something inside him—an instant chemistry that ignited every nerve ending in his body. Richard’s image was freeze-framed in Julian’s head and the inspiration for all his erotic dreams.
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