Chapter 42
Aiden had them all beat, though. Just the thought of him and blood flowed south. Marc wasn’t ashamed to admit he’d jacked off to the thought of Aiden more than once since meeting him. In bed. In the shower. On the sofa. All it took was remembering that kiss and he was rock hard.
He leaned back his head as Sam drove east toward the club. His life was in chaos and he really needed this night out.
“Hey, Sam?” he asked from the back seat.
“Yeah?”
“How old did you turn today?”
“Thirty-five.”
“Old man,” Graham teased.
“Who you calling old? You’re thirty-two!”
Marc smiled as he listened to them clown around with each other. He wanted that. He wanted a man who loved him, even with all his insecurities. Someone who wanted to build a life with him.
They soon pulled into a packed lot and parked under one of the many light poles. The club had been purchased about two years ago and the new owners had completely redesigned the interior and added new lighting outside.