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“I’m getting too old for this shit!” Aidan Vaughn yelled the words over the pounding music.
For a moment, it seemed as if the man beside him wasn’t even listening.
“Well, ‘too old for this shit’, want to get a drink?” Kincaid Vaughn, his brother, retorted before turning to fully face Aidan.
Aidan pushed against Kincaid’s shoulder while looking around the club. As usual, the club was filled. He turned to face the bar, then glanced down it. The owner of the club, their buddy Teague Buchanan, was at the other end of the bar working. Teague was the only one he trusted to make him a Vaughn Special, the drink he and his family preferred. Aidan looked back at his brother.
“At least I admit that I’m too old to be playing around.”
Kincaid’s features tightened in irritation. “Speak for yourself. I don’t ‘play’. This is all serious.” A wicked grin spread across his face.
“Oh boy. You already have a conquest picked out.”
Kincaid shook his head. “There are too many young, pretty boys filling the place tonight. I’m looking for something a little more seasoned.”
“Very true. There seem to be lots of younger men in here tonight. More than usual,” Aidan said as he turned around and looked over the club again.
Kincaid grinned at him before facing the crowd. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t plan on going home alone.”
“Like that’s a surprise.” Aidan made a rude noise as he stared out into the many faces that filled Teague’s—one of California’s most popular gay clubs.
Men travelled from all over to Teague’s in Hollisville. Not only did the club offer great food and music, but they also had a very popular house band and periodic guest bands.
The floor was filled to the brim with men. A flash of colour caught his gaze. Aidan gulped, then stared at the young man dancing in the centre of the group across the room. Long, black hair cascaded to the middle of his back, flowing and moving with every gyrating hip thrust as he rocked to the beat. The slim, defined arms were lifted high and swayed in time with the music. Aidan’s cock hardened. The way the man moved should be deemed a sin—a sin that he was so ready to pay penance for. He would kneel at the altar of the man moving like a wet dream and offer up his mouth...heck, any body part...as an offering. The man turned around and said something to those surrounding him. It was a little dark for Aidan to make out his features, but they seemed to be sharp angles.
Aidan glanced at Kincaid. His brother wasn’t looking at him. His gaze was on the group of men in the middle of the dance floor. “Which one?”
“Blond with the short cut. Like you have to ask. I only go for blonds,” Kincaid responded before turning to face Aidan. He gave Aidan a smug smile. “See ya tomorrow, bro.”
Aidan nodded his head in agreement. Kincaid strode off towards the man he wanted. The men in his way moved out of it, quickly. With Kincaid’s height, and his arms covered in tattoos, it was no surprise. Kincaid reached the man he’d picked, moved up to him and started to dance. Aidan shook his head. Kincaid was always so damn graceful. Too bad he couldn’t claim the same.
Aidan looked over at the man who had captured his attention before. The young man was still lost in the music. He moved in a loose-limbed way.
How flexible would he be in bed? Aidan’s mouth went dry.