Page 32 of Mr. Perfect
He thought he was prepared for the sights and sounds in the jack of hearts, based on their chat with Mercedes, but he was wrong. Half-naked bodies were everywhere, and they weren’t playing Monopoly. Still no Rocky.
“We’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto.”
Jude chuckled, then grabbed Felix’s hand. He didn’t have to drag Felix away like an unruly child; Felix went voluntarily. He’d never considered himself a prude, but there was no denying that he felt extremely uncomfortable. Felix could tell Jude was guiding him to the door with a platinum spade above it. Once in the corridor, Felix tugged on his hand to stop him.
“Is your membership to the club the reason the news station ran you out of Atlanta?” Felix asked. It was a low blow, but he needed to feel like they were on even footing again. Jude being here and demonstrating his familiarity with the club had knocked Felix off-kilter.
Jude repeated his macho move from the first corridor. He pinned Felix to the wall with his body. “No one ran me out of Atlanta.” There was a ghost of something in Jude’s expression that told Felix he wasn’t being truthful. Who was he lying to? Felix or himself? “I told you why I came to Savannah. You just don’t want to believe it.”
“You only have a minute left,” Felix said. “Do you really want to waste it by trying to convince me that you came to Savannah for me?”
Jude inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring. “No,” he said seconds before dropping his mouth to Felix’s.
Felix moaned—first in surprise, then in ecstasy at the familiarity of Jude’s warmth. Jude licked Felix’s bottom lip before biting down on it. Because it felt as natural as breathing, Felix parted his lips invitingly. Jude slid his tongue inside, rasping it against Felix’s and fanning the desire even more. Felix tangled his hands in Jude’s hair, intending on yanking his head back, but instead, held him in place. Felix rose on his tiptoes seeking a deeper connection, sucking on Jude’s tongue until he elicited a deep moan from the bigger man.
Jude slid his hands down from Felix’s hips to cup his ass, grinding their hard-ons together. Oh, fuck. He really was going to come in his pants from dry humping in a sex club.Christ.The thought should’ve been like a bucket of ice water to his libido. Instead, it was as if the devil was riding shotgun on his shoulder, jabbing his pitchfork into his psyche and twisting it.
“Just this once won’t hurt anyone,” the devil whispered in Felix’s ear.
Liar.He knew it was wrong, but he still lowered a hand between their bodies to yank Jude’s dress shirt free. Felix pushed his hand beneath the fabric and ghosted his palm over the rigid, washboard abs. Lust and desire crackled and thickened the air around them. Felix kept his hand moving upward until he coasted over one deliciously defined pec. He scraped a fingernail over Jude’s hardened nipple, triggering a deep groan from the bigger man. Felix was fast approaching the point of no return but felt powerless to stop himself.
“No, Felix,” his conscience hissed.
Felix ignored it, sliding his knuckles back down Jude’s torso. He’d just reached Jude’s belt when he heard it again.
“No, Felix.”
Jude groaned and ripped his mouth away from Felix’s, then snapped his head to the left. Felix followed Jude’s line of vision to see what put the scowl on his handsome face.
Rocky was barreling toward them as if the hounds of hell were snapping at his heels. His friend plowed into Jude hard enough to make him stagger backward a few steps. Seizing the momentum, Rocky gripped Felix’s bicep and propelled him down the corridor toward the jack of hearts section.
Felix knew something bigger had occurred than Rocky catching him sucking face with Jude. “What’s wrong?”
“Besides me catching you about to give The Straight Arrow a hand job in the hallway?”
“I was not.” Felix had actually planned to drop to his knees and suck Jude off. Rocky didn’t need to know that.
“Hey,” Jude hollered from behind them. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
Rocky stopped abruptly and released Felix so fast that he stumbled. He just righted himself in time to see Rocky punch Jude square in the mouth. Jude’s head snapped back, then his hand flew up to cover his mouth.
“Major,” Felix said.
Rocky ignored Felix and pointed a finger at Jude. “Stay the fuck away from Felix.”
Jude lowered his hand, revealing a tiny cut at the right corner of his bottom lip. “Or what?” he asked.
Felix wanted to know the same thing.
“You don’t want to find out, Arrow. I promise you,” Rocky said, then took Felix’s arm once more and guided him back through the club.
They didn’t utter a single word until they reached the Lincoln.
“I found it,” Rocky said triumphantly from the passenger seat.
Felix’s brain cells still weren’t firing on all cylinders. Hell, most were still back in the hallway with Jude. Whew. Rocky had saved him from making a huge mistake. “It?” Felix asked.
“Proof that Cameron Spencer is a no-good son of a bitch.”