Plaid versus Paisley by KC Burn

Author:KC Burn [Burn, KC]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-63477-896-1
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2016-12-12T05:00:00+00:00

DALLAS GOT out of his car and self-consciously smoothed the tight paisley shirt. Butterflies took flight in his stomach as he watched the door. The muffled thrum of music, barely more than a rhythmic beat, floated to his ears, but not clearly enough for him to identify a song. A small cluster of men stood off to the side smoking, neon wristbands visible even at this distance. The line in front of the bouncer stretched much longer than he’d expected, showing how popular the bachelor auction event was.

He spent a few minutes inspecting the guys waiting to get in. It had been so long since he’d worn anything but suits to leave the house, he hadn’t quite trusted his instincts at the mall. But he’d done okay for himself. Enough of the men wore clothes similar to Dallas that some of his nerves dissipated. Not all of them, though. Beck had suggested meeting somewhere and carpooling, but Dallas had declined. Not only were the bachelors for the auction supposed to be there quite early, he wanted the option to leave if he didn’t enjoy himself, and not have to worry about whomever he’d carpooled with. Now that he was faced with the club doors, all on his own, he was having second and third thoughts about that decision. He took a few deep cleansing breaths and crossed the length of the parking lot to the bouncer.

“I’m Dallas. A guest of Beck’s?” Dallas didn’t know why he’d said it as a question. Beck had promised to put him on the VIP list, but it wasn’t like Dallas was unsure of Beck’s identity. His reliability, though, hadn’t as yet been confirmed.

However, the bouncer skimmed his list and nodded. “Go on in, Dallas.” Then he smirked. “I’m off in an hour. Save me a dance, hottie.”

Dallas let a half smile hitch the corners of his lips upward. Pissing off bouncers didn’t strike him as wise, but neither was a big, muscle-bound hunk his style. He’d found they tended to throw their weight around, literally and figuratively, much in the same manner his dad did, and at this point in time, he had no interest in having anything to do with someone who might remind him of his father.

The hand on his ass, though, was anything but fatherly, and Dallas’s smile widened as he walked into the club. There might be only one guy he was interested in right now, but he couldn’t deny the big guy’s appreciation did wonders to perk up his self-esteem.

Inside, Dallas moved out of the way and stopped to get his bearings. A stage on the far wall had been decorated with a white wicker arch and bunches of balloons. The dance floor in front of the stage contained several men—at least as many as the number waiting outside. At either side of the dance floor stood two bars outlined in rainbow mini lights. The bartenders, from Dallas’s vantage point, appeared to be completely naked, but he assumed they were at least wearing jocks.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.