Dirty Laundry: A Tucker Springs Novel #3

well, there in a way most tricks weren’t. The man’s brain never seemed to turn off, always analyzing, assessing, weighing. When Denver had to stop his massage to check an ID, Adam popped right back into awareness, moving aside to make room for Denver to pass. But what Denver really liked was the kind of neediness he felt in Adam. It was wrapped up in that intelligence somehow, because needy twinks weren’t exactly thin on the vine. He’d learned to ignore the texts and messages of more than one whiny bottom. The thing was, they were needy but greedy. They wanted Denver to top the shit out of them, but on their terms, their time, their way. Or they wanted a Daddy in a way that made Denver want to hand out cards for a therapist.
    Adam . . . well, Denver wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted. He kept trying to assure everyone he was fine when it was very clear he was one coal away from full-on hot mess, but half a nudge from Denver and he all but got on his knees. It made Denver want to put him on a string and see what he could make him do.
    Though mostly it made him want to put Adam on his knees.
    For the moment he had to settle for openly mauling the man, sliding his hands under the body-hugging sparkly white tank from behind, toying with Adam’s nipples, pressing his erection into the small of Adam’s back. He began to plot out the evening, wishing like hell he could get out of work before three, but knowing damn well he wouldn’t. Jase had already gone home, probably to fuck his happy little acupuncturist before bed, the lucky son of a bitch, which meant he was counting on Denver to lock up and make sure the new guy running the bar didn’t serve his friends a few rounds after closing like the last kid had done.
    Denver nibbled on Adam’s ear. “You got early classes or anything tomorrow?”
    He loved the way Adam didn’t seem to think about tipping his head to the side to give Denver better access. He just did it. “Not until the afternoon,” Adam murmured. “Just lab stuff in the morning. No rush.”
    Denver’s cock throbbed happily. “Good. I don’t want to have to hurry when I fuck you.” Predictably, this made Adam gasp and go limper in Denver’s arms, and Denver smiled into his neck, trailing a corded muscle with his tongue. “I’m gonna eat your ass, moth man.” Adam squeaked like a mouse, and God, but it took everything in Denver not to bite down on that shoulder and make him cry out harder. “Gonna spread you wide on my bed and lick you inside out.”
    Like someone had set him on a spring, Adam jerked, not out of Denver’s arms but damn close. “Oh—I—” He broke off, bit his lip, and sank into himself. And away from Denver’s hands, he couldn’t help notice. “I’m sorry. I can’t go back to your place.”
    Denver paused, digesting the curveball, then moved on. “Okay. I don’t mind going to yours.”
    If anything, Adam jerked harder this time. “No! I mean—” He turned his face away, but not before Denver caught a look of abject misery and some pretty thick self-disgust. “Never mind. Just forget it.”
    Adam stood up from the stool, looking like he had every intention of walking away.
    Denver didn’t mean to grab Adam as hard as he did, not even in some subconscious way. All he meant to do was catch the guy on the shoulder and turn him around, but Adam moved so fast he overcompensated, catching his foot on the edge of the stool. Somehow this meant they landed together on the opposite side of the vestibule, Adam pressed face-first, flat to the wall with Denver’s big, burly body pushing hard against him. Shit , Denver thought, his lust-addled brain finally figuring out that a man uncomfortable going home with someone he barely knew likely wouldn’t appreciate being roughed up against a wall. “Sorry,” he murmured, and started to pull back.
    “Oh God, don’t go.” Adam turned his head to the side, letting Denver see the naked longing written on his face. “Don’t stop, please .”
    Denver paused.
    Adam’s eyes were closed, his face contorted in an indiscernible expression, but his words were hard to misconstrue. Well, the need was. What exactly Denver wasn’t supposed to stop, he couldn’t quite figure out. Was he supposed to shove Adam into the wall again?
    He gave it a go, pulling back enough that he could—somewhat hesitantly—shove Adam back into the wall.
    Adam moaned and went slack, his taut little ass pushing back against Denver’s