Chapter 8

Cooper laughed with him. “You asking me to fuck you?”

“No,” Liam said. But now that you mention it…“I’m just saying.”

Cooper squeezed Liam’s hard cock through his jeans. When the bartender brought them two mixed drinks, Cooper tossed his back quickly. “Drink up,” he said, glancing around the bar. His bandmates were nowhere to be seen.

Liam fingered the rim of his glass. “I didn’t mean—”

“Drink the motherfucking drink,” Cooper said, anger lacing his voice. “I didn’t buy it just so you could piss in it.”

Quickly Liam downed the alcohol. It burned a path down his throat and coiled into his stomach. “Cooper, listen,” he started, setting the glass on the bar. “I didn’t ask you to fuck me.”

Cooper poked at the hardness in Liam’s pants. “What the fuck’s this?” he wanted to know.

Liam blushed and tried to brush Cooper’s hand away. “Nothing, really.”

Cooper’s hand latched onto his. “Come on.”