1-800-SEX-GODS #3: Sam (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) by Cooper McKenzie

Author:Cooper McKenzie
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance
Published: 2014-05-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

Conor found himself pacing the bar, watching the front door closely, hoping the next time it opened Sam would walk in. By midnight he had just about given up hope when the door opened and a battered and bruised überblond man walked in. It took him a moment to realize that the man with the swollen nose, split lip, and black eye was his man. He still wore his tuxedo, though the tie was missing and the white shirt was stained with dried blood

“Sam, what the hell happened?” he asked as he stepped around the front desk.

“Mike Jacobs happened,” Sam said, wincing when Conor hugged him. “Seems he has an aversion to his sister’s new husband who he claims would never be good enough for her. After much whiskey flowed during the reception, the party ended up with the groom, the bride, and all their brothers in handcuffs and three innocent bystanders in the emergency room.”

“Are you all right?”

Sam blinked and looked at him in surprise. “I’m battered and sore and colorfully bruised, but otherwise I’m fine. But I’m afraid all I want to do right now is go home and sleep for about twelve hours.”

“Of course. Let me tell Riley I’m leaving,” Conor said, waving at one of the other bouncers on duty to take over for him.

“Uh, Conor, I’m not going to be very good company tonight. Maybe I should just go home alone and I’ll see you next week sometime, once I’m better.”

Conor looked at the man and saw he was not only hurt, he was also exhausted. He needed a caretaker, not a lover, which was fine with him. He knew Sam had heard the stories going around the club about his sexual exploits and conquests, and knew he would have to do some damage control where his reputation was concerned.

“If that’s what you want, Sam, but would you do me a favor and call me when you get home and then when you wake up tomorrow?”

Sam nodded and winced, then said, “I need your phone number.”

Grabbing a card from the desk, Conor turned it over and wrote down his cell phone. Handing Sam the card, he pulled out his own phone and called up the phone app. “What’s your number?”

After punching in the numbers Sam recited, he saved it with a nod. “Good to go. Now go home, take a couple of pain pills, and take a long, hot bath before you hit the sheets.”

Sam surprised him by wrapping his arms around his middle and giving him a tight squeeze. “I think I love you.”

Conor had to fight an instinctual need to wrap his arms around the injured man and tell him how much he was coming to care for him as well. Instead, he forced his arms to stay loose and kissed the top of his head. “Come on. I’ll walk you out.”

Once Sam had driven out of sight, Conor returned to the club just in time to help close up for the night.

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