Dirty Laundry: A Tucker Springs Novel #3

increasingly interested cock.
    “Oh my God,” Adam whispered. “Oh my God, that’s so hot. I wish you could fuck me right here. Right against this wall.”
    Denver’s cock went from interested to driving the bus in point four seconds. He reached around, grabbed Adam’s junk and used his knee to spread his legs apart. “You like being watched, huh?”
    “Safe.” Adam’s voice was tortured, his cock thickening rapidly beneath his tight jeans. “I like being safe.”
    Denver laughed. “Being slammed against the wall in the vestibule of a gay bar by a man you can’t go home with is safe?”
    He realized as soon as the words were out of his mouth that he shouldn’t have said them, even before Adam lost some of his softness, guarding again. “I know, I’m strange.”
    The door opened behind them; Denver shifted closer, shielding Adam as he craned his head to nod the newcomers through. It gave him a moment to frame his reply, which he appreciated. “Maybe. But I kind of dig it.”
    That, as he’d hoped, eased Adam a little, and when Denver’s hands began to roam over sensual territory again, Adam yielded, relaxing almost deeper than he had before.
    Denver nuzzled his ear, nibbling at the soft flesh. “You’re careful about who you go home with. That’s smart. More guys should be.”
    Adam’s eyes were closed, his head lolling back onto Denver’s shoulder, and when he spoke, his voice was so subdued he almost slurred. “It’s not that I don’t want you.”
    “I figured that one out.” Denver cupped Adam’s erection, teasing his fly undone with his thumb.
    “It’s just not . . . safe to be alone with someone like that. That alone and vulnerable.”
    Had something happened to Adam? Was that why he was so nervous, bopping around like a rabbit? The idea made Denver itch to find whoever had hurt him, made him so afraid, and pound them into oblivion. He pulled Adam in tighter against him, turning his groping of Adam’s cock into a caress. “You tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what is safe, and I’ll give it to you.”
    “This.” Adam’s hands rose up and back to clutch at Denver’s head, knocking at his hat and rubbing against the bristles of his cheeks. “God, this.”
    “In the hallway, right by the door?”
    “Yeah. Against the wall, you behind me. They can see me, but they can’t touch me, because you’re here. Like with the laundry. You won’t let anyone fuck with me.”
    The words rushed through Denver, making his whole body swell with pleasure, pride, and with an ownership that for once didn’t scare him at all. “Just me.” He pulled Adam out of his pants and stroked him with rough intent. “I’m going to fuck with you, though. Fuck you, baby. Right into the wall.”
    “Yes.” Adam’s hands clutched harder at Denver. He was so lost he was barely there. High on mineral water and Denver. Denver fucking loved it.
    “I want to fuck your mouth.” Denver growled this into Adam’s ear, stroking him harder. “I want you on your knees in front of me, looking up while I fuck that sweet mouth.”
    Fingernails cut into Denver’s neck. “ Yes .”
    God help him, he almost did it right there. It wouldn’t have been the first time someone fucked on the main floor, maybe at the front door. He could have whipped it out and rutted fast, burying into Adam like he was asking for, knocking some good moans out of him so enough people heard to look and admire. The very idea of it filled him with such a rush it made his teeth ache, made him want to turn animal and just do it because it would feel so good. Even if Jase wouldn’t hang him for it—or the cops, who always felt the need to nip in and make sure the world wasn’t coming to an end via public exposure—Denver didn’t like the idea of other people seeing Adam that way. Because he got the feeling this wasn’t something Adam did on a regular basis. Because he wasn’t sure Adam understood that if Denver fucked him against the wall, others would try to repeat the performance when Denver wasn’t around—maybe Adam wanted that, he could be wrong. Somehow, though, he had the feeling Adam didn’t quite know how to play this game, not really.
    Adam had decided Denver would protect him, so Denver would. Resisting the urge to fuck him into the wall, at least right here, seemed to fit into that scenario.
    He kept Adam snug against him as he came back around into the bar, waving at the bartender to get his attention. Taking a