What Happens in Vegas

What Happens in Vegas

Jenna Byrnes

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 Steve has other interests, and at the first opportunity, leaves the strip club for a nearby gay bar. To his surprise, Dylan follows him there, hoping for a chance to get Steve alone. After a quick battle with his conscience about dating a co-worker, Steve relents and goes back to the hotel with the younger, sexy man.

 
PUBLISHED BY: Noble Romance Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-60592-047-4
PUBLICATION DATE: 2009
WORD COUNT: 10200
SEXUAL CONTENT RATING: 5 5 5 5 5
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CATEGORIES: Romantic Fiction, ManLove
KEYWORDS: M/M
 

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COPYRIGHT Jenna Byrnes/2009

 A voice spoke over his shoulder, almost directly in his ear. “You’d have won twenty bucks if you’d been playing maximum credits.”

Steve turned and was surprised to see Dylan Landry with a smile on his face.

“What are you doing here?” Panic clutched Steve’s heart for a moment. A few people at the office knew he was gay, but it wasn’t something he talked about openly.

“Probably same as you.” Dylan smiled. “Looking for a little entertainment that’s more my style.” He motioned toward the slot machine. “Try it. Hit the max credit button and see if you don’t do better.”

Confused, Steve looked at the machine and saw the lit square. He smacked it and his play count went from four to one. The reels spun but he didn’t win anything. He glanced at Dylan wryly. “Seems like a way to lose money faster.”

“It is.” Dylan hit the button so the machine played again. It flashed and whirred, and ended with a ‘game over’ light. “But if you want to win the most money, you have to bet the max. Playing one quarter at a time won’t get you much.”

Steve pushed away from the machine. “Thanks for the lesson. I should be going now.”

Dylan pressed his chest against Steve’s back. “Don’t rush off. I lived in Vegas for five years. I could teach you a lot of things. Give you some pointers, so to speak.”

The warmth of the man’s body heated Steve’s. A pleasant sensation, but Steve tamped down the feelings. While it was obvious what kind of ‘things’ Dylan referred to, getting friendly with another guy from his office seemed like a bad idea. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m not much of a gambler.”

“You sure about that?” Dylan’s hands roamed over Steve’s shoulders, under his arms and settled on his chest. Groping Steve’s pecs, he squeezed and spoke quietly again. “We could start with a drink, talk. Get to know each other a little better.”

Steve bit his lip. That’s the last thing I need. He opened his mouth to reply when Dylan pinched one of his nipples, and Steve jumped. His cock twitched. With a deep breath, he attempted to compose himself.

“Want another drink, Steve? I’m buying.”

Steve reached for the half-full glass next to the slot machine and took a nervous sip. “No thanks, I’m good.”

“I’m sure you are.” Dylan’s hand slid down the front of Steve’s shirt and under the waistband of his trousers. “I was hoping to find out how good.”

Steve tried to pull away. “Landry . . . look. I’m not—”

“Take it easy.” Dylan held him securely. His hand reached its destination and folded around Steve’s semi-hard erection. “I’m not trying to make you feel uncomfortable. If you really want me to stop, I will. Just so you know, I don’t want to. I’d like to do more, much more.”

Steve inhaled. He had a decision to make, and a little angel and devil sitting on each of his shoulders. They argued like they were at war with one another.

I don’t get involved with people from the office.

But this is Vegas! Everybody has a good time in Sin City. Relax! Loosen up!

I barely know this guy.

Isn’t that part of the fun?

A hard squeeze of his cock knocked the little angel out of the picture and the devil grinned. Steve tossed back his drink, downing the last of the bourbon.

He set the glass down and looked over his shoulder. “Shall we go somewhere?”

Dylan smiled. “You want another drink?”

“Not particularly. I was thinking more along the lines of a blowjob, or a hard and fast fuck.”

“Mmm, I like those lines.” Dylan squeezed his shaft one more time and withdrew his hand. “Let’s go check out the men’s room.”

Steve adjusted his slacks and followed Dylan to the back of the bar. They entered the restroom and while it appeared clean enough, it was small and crowded.

“I don’t think so.” Steve stepped out again.

Dylan’s face was mere inches from his own. “Hotel?”

Warm breath, infused with the odors of beer and something minty, wafted over Steve. He shook his head to clear it, reconsidering the tryst. “Look, I’m not sure we should—”

“Of course we should.” Dylan squeezed his hand and swung it. “Jake’s probably still at the titty bar. We can walk into the lobby of the Goliath separately if you like, and meet in my room. Of course, we could meet in your room, but I happened to bring along the necessary supplies. I was hoping for an opportunity just like this.”

Steve raised his eyebrows, surprised. “You wanted us to get together? Did you know I was gay?” He was amazed Dylan thought about him. He hadn’t given the junior associate the time of day.

“Didn’t know for sure.” Dylan winked. “Hoped. Figured I’d find out this week, one way or another. You realize I asked to come along on this trip. Practically begged.”

“No.” Steve exhaled, coming to terms with his incredulousness. Of course he’d known when Dylan was hired, but Steve usually kept his nose buried in work. He didn’t socialize with work-mates, and still wasn’t sure he should start now. “I’m—shocked.”

“Why?” Dylan chuckled. “You’re fucking hot, man. I spotted you my first day on the job. Been keeping my eye on you ever since. You don’t party much, do you?”

Steve moved so a couple redneck-looking guys in blue plaid shirts could enter the restroom. He watched them absently, still trying to wrap his mind around what was happening. “I guess you could say that.”

Dylan nudged closer. “A nose-to-the-grindstone kind of guy. I like that. Hey, don’t look so nervous! This is supposed to be fun, remember?”

“I don’t usually do stuff like this, especially with co-workers,” Steve acknowledged. “Especially with younger co-workers.”

Dylan laughed. “I’m not so young, and we’re hardly co-workers. You’re up there in the nosebleed section of the offices. I’m down in the bullpen. Even if I stay at Fitzroy a dozen years, I’ll never catch up to you.”

“Still . . . .” Steve glanced around uncomfortably.

“Are you going to whine this much when I’m fucking you? Because I have a gag and a paddle, and I’m not afraid to use them.”

A momentary rush of panic hit Steve, eased by the twinkle in Dylan’s eyes. Steve smiled. “Let’s go, smart ass. We’ll see who’s fucking who by the time the night’s over.”

 
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