Adonis was over six feet tall, slender, with high cheekbones, big green eyes, white hair, and pink pouting lips covered in lip gloss. He also seemed unaware of personal boundaries as he all but draped himself over Red. He ran a finger down Red’s chest. “You were so heroic that day. The way you just dove in to save that clumsy Laz.”

  “He wasn’t clumsy,” Red said with a frown. “He slipped because he was pushed.”

  Adonis pouted. “Bryan was just upset. He’s such a sensitive soul. His passion sometimes clouds his judgment.”

  Is that what we’re calling it? Red was pretty sure Adonis was confusing passion for something far uglier.

  “But he didn’t mean to hurt Laz. He loved Laz. Did everything to help him, even got him invited to Fashion Week in Paris. And how does Laz repay him? He breaks up with him.”

  Red gently removed Adonis from his person. “I’m pretty sure there’s more to that story.” He was hardly about to talk about Laz or his relationship with Bryan while Laz wasn’t around. “It was really nice to meet you, Adonis. I should probably—”

  Adonis flung himself at Red and kissed him.

  What the ever loving….

  Red quickly moved Adonis away from him. “What are you doing?”

  “Come on, handsome. Why waste your time with that boring nobody when you can have this?” Adonis brushed his fingers down his chest where his robe had come undone. He took a step toward Red, and Red took one back. “How about you take me into the green room, bend me over, and fuck my brains out? I love big cock. The bigger, the better.”

  “Um, how about no?” The last thing Red wanted was to cause a scene, but Adonis was very mistaken if he thought he could just waltz up to Red and get away with whatever it was he thought he could get away with. Red took another step back, coming up against a wall.

  “Are you telling me you’d rather have sloppy seconds than this?” Adonis crowded Red and grabbed his wrists, intent on moving Red’s hands to his ass. Red jerked his arms away.

  “You need to walk away. Now,” Red growled. He was not fucking around. “Whatever it is you’re trying to get me to do is not happening. So you need to leave before—”

  “Before what?” Adonis challenged before licking his lips.

  “Before I kick your ass.”

  Red turned, his heart doing a little flip at the sight of Laz. Ooh, Laz was not happy.

  Laz marched up to Adonis and put himself between Adonis and Red. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

  “Didn’t take you long, did it?” Adonis sneered. “The second you kicked Bryan to the curb, you gave your ass to Big Red over here.”

  “What I do and with whom is none of your business.” Laz shook his head in disgust. “What? So you thought you’d just throw yourself at my guy?”

  My guy. A shiver went through Red at the declaration. God, he wanted nothing more than to be Laz’s guy.

  Adonis shrugged. “I was offering him an upgrade.”

  “Oh fuck off, Richard.”

  Adonis stomped his foot, and Red couldn’t believe it. The guy had seriously just stomped his foot.

  “Wait, your name is Richard?”

  Laz let out a cute little snort. “Yeah. His agent made him change it.”

  “Fuck you, Lazarus. You were never good enough for Bryan. What makes you think you’re good enough for him?” Adonis—Richard—spat out, motioning toward Red. “He’s just going to use you like every other guy until something better comes along, because you’re the in-between guy. You’re talentless trash, and the only way you can get anything in this industry is by giving up that ass.”

  Before Laz could lunge at Richard, Red pulled Laz behind him. He towered over Richard, his voice menacing. “You come anywhere near Laz again, and I’ll have you arrested for harassment.” Looking up, Red quickly caught Ace’s gaze and motioned him over. Seeing Ace cutting through the crowd had Lucky joining them.

  “Everything okay?” Ace asked, looking from Red to Richard and back.

  “No. Escort Adonis here from the property and make a note of his details. If he comes near Laz again, I’ll be pressing charges.”

  Ace turned to Richard. “Please come with us. We’ll help you get your things and walk you out.”

  “Just how many Kings did you fuck, Laz?” Richard spat out. He continued to spit venom at Laz as he walked away. “Doesn’t matter how much your suit cost or how well you clean up, you’re always going to be gutter trash, Lazarus!”

  “Hey, how about you be quiet and walk,” Lucky growled. “Or I will personally call in someone much scarier to escort you away in handcuffs, and believe me, those cuffs you will not like.”

  When they were gone, Red pulled Laz into his arms, turning him so he faced away from the crowd. There was no way some of the guests hadn’t heard the vileness Richard had spewed. Laz was so angry he was all but vibrating in Red’s arms.

  “Hey, look at me.”

  Laz’s eyes grew glassy, and he shook his head, his lips pulled tight in a thin line.

  “Talk to me, sweetheart. Don’t shut me out.”

  “I really wanted to punch him in the face. You should have let me.”

  Red sighed. “I know, baby, but then we’d be letting him win. All people would know is that you punched him, and he’d spin that story to his advantage. I wasn’t going to let him damage your reputation. You’ve worked too hard.” Laz smiled up at him, his face lit up with joy. “What?”

  “You called me baby.”

  Red blinked at him. “I did, didn’t I?”

  Laz nodded. His expression turned serious. “We need to go. Right now.”

  “Why?” Red looked around, searching for any possible threats. “Did you see something?”

  “No. We need to go because I want to be all over you, and this isn’t the venue for it.”

  “Oh. Oh. Okay.” Red couldn’t help his silly grin. He took hold of Laz’s hand, and they headed for the exit. On the way there, they passed Ace and Lucky. Red thanked them, told them he and Laz were leaving, and then headed out. Red’s Genesis G80 was parked just outside. He hadn’t liked being without his car, so Ace and Lucky had been kind enough to pick it up for him.

  Red scanned their surroundings, kept Laz behind him, quickly escorted him to the passenger side, and opened the door for him. Once Laz was in and the door closed, Red got behind the wheel. The drive out of Orlando and up I-4 was excruciating, because all he wanted was to have his hands on Laz. Once he hit I-95, he floored it, and then a thought struck him.

  “Hey, do you want to go to my place?”

  Laz’s smile was radiant. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. And not just because it’s half an hour closer.” Red winked at him, and Laz chuckled. One night at his place would be okay. His condo was secure, and Red knew the building inside and out. Colton’s house was definitely the better choice, but a few hours away wouldn’t hurt.

  Thank God there was little traffic on the drive up, because not long after he’d pulled into his parking spot inside his condo’s parking garage, they were out of the car and all over each other. Laz flung himself into Red’s arms, and Red had just enough time to lock the doors and set the alarm before he had an arm full of Laz. He hoisted Laz up, their lips crushed together in a sloppy, frenzied kiss. The security guys were certainly getting an eyeful tonight.

  Laz wrapped his legs around Red’s waist, his arms around Red’s neck as he tried to steal the breath from his body. Either that or set him on fire from the inside out. Red somehow managed to get to the door of the garage without walking into anything, one arm wrapped around Laz, a hand cupping his ass as he returned Laz’s smoldering kisses. They stumbled their way down the hall to the elevator, and Red threw a hand out, feeling around for the up button until he found it. They barely surfaced for air during the whole ride up to the fourteenth floor where his condo was. Laz writhed against him, his hard cock stabbing Red in the stomach, and Red squeezed Laz’s left asscheek, desperate to feel the flesh of the soft globe in his hand.

  He locked the door behind them, tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter, and headed for the bedroom, losing what items of Laz’s clothing he could along the way. When he reached the bedroom, he managed to detach Laz and drop him on the bed. Moving quickly to the balcony doors, he threw the curtains open, flooding the bedroom with moonlight. He turned and released a groan at the sight of Laz naked in his bed. Red didn’t wait for an invite. He tore at his clothes, yanking on his tie and throwing it to one side. Laz’s blue eyes darkened with a raging desire, and Red’s cock strained against his dress pants. There was no delicacy in undressing. He needed his clothes off. He kicked off his boxer-briefs and stalked over to the bed, his thick, painfully hard dick jutting up against his stomach and leaking precome. He stroked himself, loving the decadent, needy groan that Laz let out as he observed.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Laz said, kneeling on the bed. He crawled to Red, who stood on the side of the bed, releasing a curse under his breath.

  “And you look so goddamn good on your knees.”

  Laz hummed as he drew closer, those thick black lashes almost touching his cheeks as he dropped his gaze to Red’s cock. He flicked his tongue against Red’s shaft, and Red sucked in a sharp breath. He wrapped a hand around the base of his dick, and offered it to Laz, who sucked the tip into his mouth, his tongue pressing into Red’s slit. Red groaned, the feel of Laz’s tongue on him sending a shiver of need through him. He slipped his fingers into Laz’s hair, curling his hand around a fistful of it.

  “God, I love your mouth. I love to watch my cock slip between those beautiful lips.”

  Laz shivered, and he swallowed Red down to the root, making him cry out. Taking hold of Laz’s head with both hands, he fucked Laz’s mouth, his body ready to fly apart from the delicious heat, but he needed to taste Laz. Red stepped away, smiling at the whimper Laz released at the loss. Laz sat back on his heels, waiting, and the thought of him waiting to be instructed ignited a blazing inferno within Red.

  “Get on your back,” he ordered.

  Laz scrambled quickly to lie on his back, his legs bent. He let out a little surprised yelp when Red grabbed his ankles and dragged him over so his ass was hanging off the edge of the bed. Red knelt, and wrapped his arms around Laz’s legs, jerking him forward so he had access to Laz’s pretty puckered hole. Laz cried out when Red speared him with his tongue. He writhed on the bed like he couldn’t get Red deep enough inside him. Red feasted on him, loving the taste of him, his musky scent, the way he gasped and moaned Red’s name.

  “Please, Red.”

  Red had no intention of letting up the sweet torture. He nipped at Laz’s thigh, relishing in the sweet sounds Laz made and the way his body trembled beneath Red’s touch. Red licked and laved, fucking Laz with his tongue. He slicked a finger, then replaced his tongue with the slick digit. He stroked Laz’s cock with his other hand, studying Laz’s face as his lips parted in ecstasy. He groaned and pleaded, pushing his ass down against Red’s finger, trying to get Red in deeper. Red moved his mouth to Laz’s cock, swallowing him whole while he finger-fucked Laz.

  “Oh God!” Laz arched his back up off the bed, and Red put a hand on his hip to hold him down. “Red, please, I need you to fuck me. Please fuck me.”

  Red popped off Laz, moving up his body to kiss him. “Don’t worry, baby. In a minute you’re going to be so full.” Red kissed him, taking as much as Laz was willing to give him. He loved kissing Laz. Loved the feel of his body beneath Red’s, the way he reacted to Red’s ministrations, like he was all but ready to fly apart.

  Leaving Laz for a moment, he fetched lube and a condom from his nightstand before quickly returning. Laz was a vision, lying in the center of the bed, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling in rapid pants, his lips swollen from their kisses, and those gorgeous curls a mess.

  “You’re so beautiful,” Red said softly, placing two lube slicked fingers to Laz’s hole. “I can’t wait to see how you look when you ride me.”

  “Fuck.” Laz palmed his stiff cock, stroking himself as Red stretched him, pushing his fingers deep down to the knuckle. Laz gasped then moaned, the sound music to Red’s ears. He changed his angle, and crooked his fingers, and Laz almost shot up off the bed.

  “Oh my God, oh God, yes, Red. Please.”

  Red added a third finger, his movements careful but quick as he readied Laz. They were both shaking, desperate to feel the other, to fill and be filled. When Red couldn’t take any more, he pulled his fingers free, and climbed up onto the bed. He sat with his back against the headboard.

  “Come here, sweetheart. I want to feel that tight, greedy little hole around me.”

  Laz moved quickly, straddling Red’s lap, the bottle of lube in one hand, condom in the other.

  “I want you to put it on me,” Red said.

  Laz tore at the condom packet and moved off Red. He rolled the condom down Red’s cock, giving it a squeeze as he did, the little minx. Red sucked in a sharp breath, grabbed Laz’s arm, and dragged him back to sit across his lap. He nipped at Laz’s bottom lip.

  “Show me how much you want my cock. Ride me.”

  Laz lifted up, and guided Red’s achingly hard shaft to his hole before slowly sitting back. Red hissed at the pressure, and Laz winced at the pain of being breached. He paused, adjusting himself to Red’s thickness before he started moving again. Red was going to tell him to slow down and take all the time he needed when Laz plunged down the rest of the way.

  “Holy fuck!” Red wrapped his arms around Laz, who lay against him, his face buried against the crook of Red’s neck. “Are you okay?”

  Laz nodded. He let out a huff before undulating his hips, and Red groaned.

  “You’re so damned tight.”

  Sitting back, Laz slid his hands up and over Red’s shoulders, then down to his pecs, tweaking Red’s nipples, and making him buck his hips with a low groan. He certainly hadn’t been expecting that.

  “I’m going to start riding you now,” Laz said, voice dripping with sex. “And you’re going to jerk me off.”

  “Well somebody’s a bossy bottom,” Red teased.

  Laz arched an eyebrow at him and tweaked his other nipple, making Red hiss at the pleasurable pain. “I believe what you meant to say was ‘yes, love. Whatever you say.’”

  Red felt his dick twitch inside Laz, and he moaned. Love…. He certainly wasn’t opposed to hearing that word when connected to the fiery man on his lap. “Yes, love. Whatever you say.”

  “Good. Then what are you waiting for, handsome?” Laz leaned in and sucked Red’s bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a little nibble before releasing it with a hum. “Later, I’ll get on my hands and knees and you can fuck me until I scream out your name, but right now? I’m in control of this ride.”

  Red wrapped a hand around Laz’s cock and sucked in a sharp breath as Laz started to move, slowly at first, rotating his hips, and caused a low rumble of a growl to rise from Red’s chest. The fluidity with which Laz moved his body, the natural tan of his skin, the wild curls falling over his brow, filled Red with an animalistic need to possess and be possessed. Then Laz started to move in earnest.

  Their kisses grew sloppy and desperate as Laz fucked himself on Red’s cock, his fingers digging into Red’s shoulders as he used Red to chase his release. Red loved every second of it. He loved seeing all of Laz’s insecurities slip away as he sought out his pleasure. Laz kissed, licked, and nipped whatever part of Red he could get a hold of, all the while murmuring dirty promises. There was no question who was in control, and Red couldn’t get enough of it. Laz stopped moving and lifted to his knees. He cupped Red’s face, and nibbled on his lips.

  “Fuck me, Red. I want you to fuck me so hard and deep that I’ll feel you for days.”

  “Fuck, Laz.”

  “Exactly.” Laz tweaked Red’s nipples hard, his mouth devouring Red’s as Red grabbed hold of Laz’s plump asscheeks and split them open, thrusting his hips, and plunging his cock deep inside Laz, making him cry out.

  “Yes!”

  Fueled by Laz’s loss of control, Red did as he was asked, pounding Laz’s sweet ass, his fingers digging into Laz’s flesh to the point he’d probably leave bruises. Sweat dripped down the side of his face, and when Laz licked a bead of sweat, Red lost his rhythm. He drove himself in and out of Laz wildly, the bed shaking and squeaking beneath them as Red wreaked havoc on Laz’s hole, the sounds of Laz’s pleas for more spurring him on. Laz frantically jerked himself off, a decadent moan escaping those glossy lips.

  “Fuck, Red. Oh fuck, I’m gonna come!”

  Red pulled Laz off him, and pushed him onto his hands and knees before plunging inside him with one thrust. Laz cried out Red’s name, and Red folded himself over Laz’s back, one arm holding him up while he wrapped the other around Laz’s neck so he could hold Laz in place while he pounded into him. His muscles strained, and he gritted his teeth at the mind-numbing pleasure.

  “Tell me I’m the only one who gets to do this,” Red demanded. “Please, Laz. No one else.”

  “No one else,” Laz promised. “Just you. Tell me I’m enough for you.”

  “Oh, darling, you’re more than enough. You’re everything.”

  Laz sucked in a sharp breath, and Red slammed his hips against Laz’s ass. The sound of their bodies coming together over and over filled the room along with Red’s name as Laz shouted it out. Red’s muscles went rigid, and his orgasm exploded through him. He thrust in deep and fast as he roared his release, his come filling the condom inside Laz’s tight heat, their bodies trembling. When he was spent, he released Laz, and sat back on his heels, stroking Laz’s ass soothingly as he pulled out. Laz fell onto his side so he wouldn’t lie in the pool of his come, his hair slicked to his head with sweat as he attempted to catch his breath.