Page 47 of Southernmost Murder

It was too early for lunch when we reached Barnacles, but I didn’t want to miss the chance to see who this group of treasure fanatics consisted of, so Jun and I sat at the back side of the square bar. We had a view of both sides, as well as the front, so we could watch those coming and going.

“I suppose a smart thing to have done would have been to ask Glen if he knew any of these dudes by name,” I said, taking my new hat off and setting it on the seat beside me. “But I guess just look for a group ordering food.”

Jun nodded, eyes flicking to the overhead television a few times. He cursed under his breath.

“What?” I asked, glancing at him and then looking around the bar.

He shook his head and pointed briefly at the television. “Rangers are down.”

“I didn’t know you watched hockey.”

Jun glanced at me. “Is that bad?”

“No. I kind of like hockey. I mean, I’msonot a sports guy, but if I had to watch something, hockey is definitely the most entertaining. Plus hockey players are hot, have you noticed that?”

“Yeah,” Jun said bluntly. “I have.”

I scoffed. “Hey, eyes on me.”

He chuckled and leaned over to give me a light kiss. It was pretty awesome.

“Get you gentlemen a drink?” a bartender asked, effectively ruining the mood as he slid up in front of us.

I pulled back from Jun and turned to look at the guy. Muscles, cropped hair—nice, but he had nothing on my boyfriend. “I suppose this is the wrong venue for a mimosa?” I asked, smiling widely.

“Corona. He’ll have a water,” Jun said, pointing at me.

The bartender gave me a critical look before nodding and walking away.

“Don’t antagonize,” Jun said to me.

I shrugged. “He shouldn’t have ruined our moment.”

“We’ll have plenty more moments.”

I flashed Jun a cocky grin and slid my hand under the bar top to rest on his thigh. “Is that so?”

Jun swallowed, his eyes locked with mine. “Yes.”

“And what sort of moments will they be?” I crept my hand in between his legs.

Jun let out air, and I caught a shake in his breath. “Whatever you wish,” he said.

I moved my hand a bit farther still, fingertips rubbing against his balls through his jeans. Jun gasped, and his thigh shook as he fought to remain still. I moved my hand upward, amazed to find that he was getting hard so soon. I’d barely done anything yet. We really were hopeless for each other if we were always seconds away from coming in our pants.

“Already?” I murmured.

Jun let out the smallest pant as I thumbed the head of his dick. “I want to make you feel good,” he whispered.

I grinned, looked down at his crotch, and let go, putting my hands back on the bar. “I don’t think you’ll have any problem there. But what is ityouwant, Mr. Tanaka?” I leaned close. “To fuck my fine ass?”

Jun licked his lips.

That was a yes.

“Or maybe you want me to bend you over and do as I please?”

Jun didn’t reply, but I saw the flutter in his throat. Getting him twisted up like this was making me horny as hell. I could honestly say I’d never expected to like this as much as I did—but teasing him, getting Jun antsy and desperate, squirming in anticipation for a guy his total opposite? Oh yeah, it was hot. And to think that people in the bar had no ideaI’dbeen the one ordering him to choke on my cock this morning, not the other way around.