Page 15 of Shaken and Stirred (Bottle Service Boys #1)

“Well, this night keeps getting better and better.” Feathers scanned me up and down with a hungry look while the rest of his group filed into the seats around the table. I couldn’t help but play along, knowing how much it would irritate Alex, so I winked.

“What can we get you started with? To drink,” Alex said in a clipped tone when Feathers opened his mouth to no doubt say he wanted my ass served on a gold platter.

Feathers lost all his flirtatious flair when he turned his gaze on Alex, whose jaw looked ready to crack. Interesting.

If I preened a little, who could blame me? Who wouldn’t want to be objectified by a sexy older man?

Feathers threaded his arm through the man’s next to him, who was dressed in the more typical club attire of dark denim and a skintight silver tank top.

“We’re celebrating tonight, so let’s start with some Dom.

A lot of Dom. And I’d like it delivered by you.

” He turned his attention back to me. “Can I lick it off you?”

Silver shirt squeezed Feather’s hip. “You want to celebrate our engagement by licking champagne off the bottle service boy?” He had a slight French accent, and the way he said it— bottle service boy—as though I was only one rung above a cockroach on the ladder of life twisted something in my stomach.

I almost frowned but winked again instead.

I glanced at Alex, whose fake smile didn’t show an ounce of annoyance with the way Silver Shirt spoke, but I noticed the tension in his shoulders and the slight narrowing of his eyes. I could read his annoyance like a book with the number of times he’d snarled at me.

Did it happen often? Being looked down on by customers? Did Silver Shirt see us as less because we served the drinks instead of ordering them? If so, what a dick. Little did he know I’d never been on this side before.

I frowned. God, had I ever made a hospitality worker feel that low?

Was that why Alex hated me on sight? No, calling him freeloader was nothing more than a dumb joke. The man had a stick up his ass was all.

“A magnum of Dom coming right up,” I said with as much charm as I could muster. “And there will be glasses for everyone. You gentlemen get settled in, and we’ll be right back with the good stuff.”

“Mmm, can’t wait.” Feathers licked his lower lip as his partner chuckled.

I hustled after Alex as he hurried to the club’s enormous walk-in refrigerator to grab a chilled bottle of the requested champagne. “Hey, is that allowed?”

As he pulled the heavy refrigerator door open, the play of muscles in his shoulders and upper back snagged my attention. For a guy who spent so much of his time studying, Alex was no slouch. Those shoulders would look spectacular as he held himself up while I—someone—powered into him from behind.

He spun to face me, placing his hands on his hips. That, too, accented his strong shoulders and upper arms. I guess carrying heavy bottles did good things to a man’s physique. “Is what allowed?”

“Huh?”

As expected, the walk-in was damn cold. As soon as we stepped in, my nipples hardened to two chilly points.

So did Alex’s. They looked good, all tight and pointing out from his hairless chest. Did he like them played with?

Sucked or pinched while someone stroked his cock? Maybe the occasional light nip.

Or harder.

I nearly fanned myself. What happened to the cold air in the damn walk-in?

“Hello?” Fingers snapped in front of my face. “Earth to Ryder. You asked me if something was allowed.”

I blinked as he snapped again. “Oh, right, sorry. Uh, the guy in the feathers asked if he could lick the champagne off me. If I were down for that, is it something Parker allows?”

“No.” He shook his head as he strode across the walk-in to where the giant bottles of champagne were stored.

“Parker is kinda strict when it comes to that. We can dance, flirt, obviously, even touch as long as it’s nothing overly sexual.

But we must keep our mouths to ourselves and customers’ mouths off us. ”

He hefted the bottle off the shelf. Once again, my attention strayed to how his toned upper body flexed and rippled with the effort.

“Sorry to disappoint. He’s cool with us getting numbers, though, so you could always hook up with him later. You want the bottle or the glasses?”

I snorted. “Thanks, but I’d rather not have to pull feathers out of my orifices.

I’ll pass. And bottle. I’ll take the bottle.

” I snatched it from him. Alex, carrying a tray of empty champagne flutes, shouldn’t make his muscles pop enough to distract me.

“Lord knows where that guy’s tongue has been.

How dare you think I’d be that easy,” I added with an exaggerated scoff.

Alex just grunted.

The giant walk-in refrigerator was one of the quietest places in the club, and though freezing, there seemed to be an unspoken agreement between us to take a second to enjoy the peace before venturing back out into the chaos.

“Bet he sucks a mean cock, though.”

“Hadn’t thought about it.” Alex rotated his head from side to side, cracking his neck and exposing the long, smooth line of his throat.

What the hell was wrong with me tonight? Why couldn’t I stop noticing things about this man’s body? He was throwing me off-kilter without trying, and I needed the upper hand back. Luckily, I knew just the thing to get under his skin.

I cleared my throat, trying to hide my smirk. “You know who gives a fan-fucking-tastic blow job?”

Alex rolled his eyes. “Oh, let me guess… you?”

God, he was so fun to play with. So easy to rile. I waggled my eyebrows. “That’s right. Bet I give better head than you’ve ever had.”

He folded his arms across his chest, cutting off my view of his perky nipples.

Too bad.

“I highly doubt that, but I guess I’ll never know for sure because you are the last man I’d let near my dick.”

“Bet I give better head than you.”

He snorted. “Not taking the bait, Ryder. Let’s go. Feathers is waiting, and you don’t want to get on his bad side if you want a good tip.”

Something in me thrilled at him using my nickname for our interesting customer. “Not worried about it. I’ve got that guy wrapped around my finger even though he wants to be wrapped around my dick.”

“Lovely. Can we go now?”

I tilted my head and stared at him as the best idea I ever had popped into my brain.

“Move it. We’re taking too long,” Alex complained. “Not only is the customer going to get annoyed, but Parker will notice too. What? Why are you looking at me all weird?”

“I bet if I sucked your dick, I could make you come faster than you could sucking mine.”

He coughed and sputtered. “I… what? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

I shrugged as though talking about him on his knees with my dick in his mouth hadn’t felt like a punch to the gut.

Good thing it was too cold in there for my core to spare blood for my dick.

“What? Just making an observation. Bet I could hold out longer than you because I’m that damn good. Men are powerless against my mouth.”

He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m not talking about this with you.”

“Come on. How about this? We give it a shot. You make me come quicker than I make you come, and I’ll stop working here. You come faster, and you’re stuck working with me until the next semester starts.”

His hand fell from his face, and his jaw dropped.

Then, like a switch flipped, his shock transformed into anger.

Scowling, he crowded into my personal space.

I stepped back until my shoulder blades met the cold refrigerator shelving.

He planted a hand on the shelves on either side of my head, boxing me in.

Damn, in another plotline this would be hot as hell.

“I wouldn’t go to Blow Job Alley with you if my mouth could perform miracles,” he said right in my face. The words, spoken in a low, furious growl, should have felt like a threat, but they ran over my skin like light touches, making me shiver.

Okay, even in this plotline, the moment was hot as hell. Too bad it wouldn’t end with him dropping to his knees.

He shifted and leaned in until his lips brushed my ear. I shivered and not from the cold. Christ, I was going to get hard despite the frigid temperature.

“I’m too honorable a man to let you make a bet you wouldn’t stand a prayer of winning.

I’d suck you so good you’d not only unload your balls in seconds, you’d forget your goddamn name.

” With that raspy declaration, he shoved away from the shelf, yanked the vat of champagne from my hands, and disappeared.

I exhaled as my arms dropped limp at my sides.

What the hell had just happened? Alex had gotten the upper hand and given me the tease of a lifetime—that’s what happened.

It was so sexy my dick ached, and my knees quivered. I swallowed a lump as I lifted a trembling hand and ran it through my hair. No way could I walk out into the club like this.

Well, that determined it. We were going to make this bet and test out my theory. And if I had to pull out every dirty trick in the book to get it done, so be it.

My dick would get in that mouth. He talked a huge game, and now I needed to know if he could back it up.

“Goddamn,” I whispered over the hum of the refrigerator motor. “Wait… what the hell is Blow Job Alley?”