Rory stopped outside the store and raised his eyebrows at the name.
“Armani? Isn’t that last season or some shit?”
Jin chuckled and stepped inside. “The label is all certain people care
about. The tux should work for your sister’s wedding as well.”
Rory forced himself not to glower and followed.
His patience came to an end when no less than three sales people
walked up and started asking stupid questions. Jin answered, and Rory
wondered if these three women spent all their income on designer clothes.
What a ridiculous waste of money. They pulled out three tuxedos, which all
looked the same to Rory, but the sales vultures insisted they were different in
cut or style.
“Do I have to try all three of them on?” Rory asked and shoved his
hands into his pockets. Too bad his bartender getup wouldn’t pass at a fancy
“Yes. I want my money’s worth, and you’re the best model I can think
of,” Jin said with a delectable smirk and headed toward the fitting rooms.
Heat flared in Rory’s chest, torn between annoyance and lust. Why did
Jin always fall right on that line? This weird place
between wanting and wanting to punch.
He stalked after the dragon.
“You’re coming in with me?” Rory asked as he walked into one of the
palatial dressing rooms. It was the same size as his bedroom and had a damn
couch, for fuck’s sake. Yeah, it wasn’t anything like the dressing rooms at the
places he usually shopped.
Jin stepped inside after him. “I wouldn’t want you getting lonely in here
all by yourself.”
Rory doubted that eventuality, but he didn’t kick Jin out either. “And here
I didn’t put on my fancy underwear.”
A sales woman brought in the tuxedos and shut the door as she left.
A dare lit up Jin’s eyes as he settled on the couch.
What did he expect? That Rory wouldn’t actually strip? He slipped the
leather jacket off his shoulders and set it aside. “You want to watch me take
off my clothes?”
“Very much. You’re an attractive man. I can see what Richard loves
about you, but I can’t see what you liked about him,” Jin said evenly.
Love. Ha! Dick never loved him. Rory knew that, and Jin used that word
Rory yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it on his jacket. Then he
stepped forward. “Like what you see?”
Jin’s eyes crinkled at the edges, and Rory wondered how old the dragon
was. Older than Rory.
Jin’s dark eyes drank in Rory’s firm chest, the tattoos that wound over
his arms and taut pectorals, and the little black rings that pierced his nipples.
But Jin didn’t reach forward and touch him, like Rory assumed he would. Hell,
from the look of hungry fascination on Jin’s face and the flick of Jin’s tongue
over his lips, Rory expected a hell of a lot more.
“I said you were attractive,” Jin purred.
“So take off my pants,” Rory said and moved so close his legs straddled
Jin’s thighs. Perfect position for a suck job, and he smirked at that thought. If
the sex was on his terms, he sure as hell wouldn’t mind.
“Is this how I earn my kiss?” Jin asked and leaned forward.
“Maybe,” Rory said. How the hell did this go from a power play to
flirting? Fuck. He didn’t know. The heat building in his balls told him not to
worry about it.
“Hmm,” Jin hummed, and his rough hands wound down Rory’s chest.
They flicked and pulled, ever so carefully, at the rings on Rory’s nipples.
Rory bit back a groan.
Jin smiled and roamed lower. His fingers caught on the top of Rory’s
jeans, and he undid the top button. His dark eyes burned as he grabbed the
zipper, and eased it down like this was all some great big act of seduction.
Rory’s breath hitched in his throat as Jin’s fingers brushed Rory’s bulge.
It twitched and stiffened, and Rory fought the urge to thrust his hips into those
“You want me to keep going?” Jin asked.
The dare still burned in his eyes, but something else flickered alongside
it. The same flame that burned inside Rory – the thing that urged him closer
and closer to the edge between what was safe and what was possible.
He didn’t trust himself to speak, so Rory nodded instead.
Jin complied. He hooked his thumbs in the side of the jeans and inched
them lower and lower. They slid over Rory’s black jockeys, down his legs and
bunched there. He forgot about the boots. Well, since Jin was in the
“Those too,” Rory said, his voice gruff.
“Oh, you’re going to pay for this later,” Jin said with a dangerous smirk.
Rory returned it with one of his own. “Sure thing.”
Jin made quick work of the laces, and Rory stepped out of the boots
and jeans with a minimal amount of hopping. The jockey’s hung so low on his
hips the dark red curls popped out of the waistband, but he didn’t bother
yanking them up.
It gave the dragon a good look at what Rory had in store for him.
“Do I have to dress you too or can you manage?” Jin asked, his voice
rich with amusement. A spark shone in his eyes.
“I think I can manage,” Rory said and picked up the first tux.
He put on the pants, shirt and jacket without a problem, but the bowtie
was another issue altogether. However, one of the sales women came in and
righted it for him. Then there was a whole lot of ‘turn left’ and ‘turn right’ before
he finally got to put on the other two.
Even looking at himself in the mirror, Rory couldn’t see the difference.
He chose the first one out of spite, and Jin didn’t argue with that decision.
“I’ll box this up for you sir. And I’ll set out some suitable shoes. Size
twelve?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Rory said and waited for her to shut the door before he looked
at Jin again.
Jin’s eyes lingered on Rory’s bulge. “Do I get to take that off too?”
“Maybe after the gala,” Rory said and tossed the shirt at the dragon.
Jin caught it and stood up in one swift movement.
Right. Shifter. They were fast – faster than he was.
Rory barely registered that thought as Jin’s body met his, pressed him
against the wall and took a long, slow sniff of his neck.
“You smell like sex,” Jin purred.
Rory’s heart jumped into his throat, and his cock responded to the
sudden proximity. “Do I?”
“Mmm,” Jin said. His lips vibrated against Rory’s flushed skin. “You
most certainly do. And I want my kiss. I think I’ve earned it.”
The cuff on Rory’s wrist felt heavier than normal, thick and tight. If he
said ‘no,’ maybe Jin would have to stop. He’d need to back off until the
situation was all on Rory’s terms. But Rory couldn’t find the words. They
bunched up in his throat and came out as a groan.
Jin sucked at Rory’s skin and fire rose across his flesh with it.
“Earned it? Not quite,” Rory whispered. “Get me off, and I’ll consider it.”
Jin’s fingers dug into his shoulders, and he smiled against Rory’s flesh.
“You’re going to pay for that too.”
Rory didn’t see how that could be a bad thing.
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