Looking At Forever (The Rock Gods Book 4) (6 page)

“I’ve spent a fair amount of time here,” Wheland said. “I know this will sound crazy, but I like to come here to think.”

“How is that fucking possible?” Rooster asked, his eyes darting around the room that was buzzing like a beehive with activity.

Wheland chuckled. “I told you it would sound crazy, but it’s true. For some reason, I can find peace in this kind of chaos.”

“If you say so,” Rooster said.

Wheland turned into Rooster to hear his comment better and their bristly jaw lines caught for a split second. The sound was
felt
more than heard and Rooster thought his knees might buckle.
When had a man ever made me lightheaded?
He flagged down the bartender and ordered another shot and quickly swallowed it before he set the glass back on the long wooden bar. Wheland did the same and placed his glass next to Rooster’s.

Someone bumped into Wheland from behind and forced him to slam up against Rooster. The sudden press of Wheland into Rooster’s side had Rooster stepping away quickly and nearly stumbling. Wheland wrapped his arm around Rooster’s shoulders and held him in place, tucked in up against his side.

Rooster knew why Wheland had grabbed him, but the embrace was lingering and that’s what Rooster didn’t understand. It wasn’t that the touch was unwelcome, because it very much was. Rooster wasn’t sure if Wheland understood the signal he was sending with this contact and the closeness was causing the thoughts in Rooster’s head to blur together. He was about to step out of Wheland’s hold when a man wearing a tuxedo moved to Wheland’s other side.

“We have your room ready,” the man said to Wheland.

Room? What the fuck did Wheland have planned now?

Rooster followed Wheland, who stopped several times for Wheland to shake hands with more fans. A few patrons even recognized Rooster, which Rooster thought comical because it had been years since he’d be in any kind of lime light.

The man in the tuxedo took them down a hallway to an elevator that brought them to the second floor. Another hallway lay before them, this one dimly lit and lined with several closed doors. The music from the first floor thumped below their feet.

The man finally stopped at a door and opened it, motioning Wheland and Rooster inside. This space was ten feet by twelve feet with furniture consisting of a long couch and four chairs set up in front of a small stage with a stripper pole in the center. Another open door at the back of the room revealed a bathroom. In one corner of the space there was a bar and snack table set up.

“Help yourself to the bar and food,” the man said to Wheland. “And, feel free to call downstairs if you need anything else. I’ll send Jasmine right up.” A moment later, the man was gone and the door shut behind him.

“Jasmine?” Rooster asked.

“Yeah, she’s one of my favorite dancers here,” Wheland said. “I thought she might be your type, too.” He pulled two cold beers from a bucket of ice on top of the bar and handed one to Rooster.

Rooster took the beer and turned away from Wheland.
How can I tell Wheland I have no interest in Jasmine or any other girl in this entire club?
The more he put all the pieces together, it was becoming more clear to him that Wheland might indeed be straight, completely straight, and not even a little bi-curious. Hell, if there was even a minimal amount of curiosity on Wheland’s part, Rooster could work with that. But, having no curiosity at all? Rooster didn’t have the patience to work on something that could never be and if that were the case, Rooster had no interest in watching Wheland get off with a woman tonight, or any other night.

Rooster finished his beer and left it on the bar. His head was swirling with how he would tell Wheland he was leaving when the door opened and in walked a leggy redhead wearing a schoolgirl outfit with her deep cleavage barely concealed behind a white blouse tied at her midriff.

“Did it get any more cliché than this?”
Rooster thought. He glanced at Wheland and tried to estimate what his chances of being noticed would be if he slipped out of the room while Wheland was with Jasmine. Rooster grit his teeth together as he watched Jasmine approach Wheland. Just watching this woman touch Wheland was pissing him off.

“Hey, baby,” Jasmine cooed at Wheland, while she softly stroked the whisker stubble on his jaw line. “It’s been too long since you’ve visited me, and I see you brought a friend.”

Jasmine looked over at Rooster and her eyes drank him in like she were sizing up her next conquest, which apparently she was. Rooster dropped his gaze to his feet. He needed to leave this room soon, real soon.

“That’s my friend, Rooster,” Wheland said.

“What kind of name is Rooster?” she asked.

“It’s short for...” Wheland started to say, but Rooster cut him off.

“It’s short for Rooster and that’s all she needs to know,” Rooster said.

Wheland winked at Rooster as one of his arms looped around Jasmine’s slender waist. The touch was short-lived because Jasmine gave Wheland a firm shove to the chest that sent him backward to sit in one of the chairs. Jasmine quickly straddled Wheland’s lap facing him and began grinding against his groin.

“Did you miss me, baby?” she asked Wheland.

Wheland’s big hands grabbed her ass cheeks and helped her move side to side on him. Rooster watched for about two seconds and then started moving toward the door. He’d already seen enough to know he wouldn’t like the outcome of this and sticking around for more of this particular show wasn’t going to happen.

“Well, this is new,” Jasmine said. “Since when can’t I get a rise out of you?”

Rooster stopped in place and looked over his shoulder at Wheland and Jasmine.

“How about I give you a blowjob?” Jasmine asked, and slid off Wheland’s lap to kneel between his parted thighs. “I bet that would make you hard.”

She was already going for the belt buckle on Wheland’s pants when he stopped her. “Suck us both... together.”

Jasmine sat back on her heels. “You and your friend at the same time? Is that what you want?”

“Yeah, that’s what I want,” Wheland said. He stood up from the chair and turned to look for Rooster. “Come over here and join me.”

Rooster held Wheland’s gaze for a moment, then shook his head. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” he said.

Wheland waved him closer. “Don’t tell me you’re shy.”

Rooster took a few steps and stopped. “What are you trying to prove or accomplish with this?”

“Not a damn thing,” Wheland said. “Do you have something against head?”

Rooster thought about that. He loved having his cock sucked as much as any guy and he’d certainly been blown many times alongside other guys by one or two girls without issue. The problem with this scenario was the fact Wheland’s cock would be the other one sliding into Jasmine’s mouth with his. Was he capable of enjoying this without totally giving away his attraction to Wheland in the process? Rooster wasn’t sure.

“Get the fuck over here,” Wheland said. His fingers started working the belt buckle at his waist and unbuttoning the fabric to get at the zipper.

Rooster walked over to them. As soon as he was close enough, Jasmine grabbed him by the belt loops and pulled him in, undoing his pants in the process and sliding them down onto his thighs. She left his tight boxer briefs in place. The entire time Jasmine worked on his pants, Rooster held Wheland’s gaze, which was full of fire and dominance. The thought of it sent a shiver through Rooster.
What I wouldn’t give to have some of that dominance unleashed on me.

Jasmine pressed her palm against the front of Rooster’s briefs, then squeezed the shaft. Rooster had no interest in what Jasmine was doing to him. His attention was locked on Wheland. When Rooster saw Wheland’s fingers lower the zipper of his jeans, his eyes followed the movement and his own cock finally began thickening. By the time Wheland’s big hand reached inside his briefs and circled his cock, Rooster was hard as stone.

Rooster’s eyes were glued to Wheland’s hand motion, as he started to stroke his still concealed dick. A beat later, Jasmine pushed down Rooster’s boxer briefs and his cock sprung free. Rooster saw Wheland’s gaze drop down to his thick cock and the tip of his tongue dart out and wet his bottom lip. Seeing that glimpse of Wheland’s tongue, and knowing the man was staring at his erection, had Rooster hardening another painful degree.

The glazed look that ghosted over Wheland’s face surprised Rooster. It implied interest from a man he was quite sure was straight. Rooster wasn’t stupid when it came to that
look
. He’d seen the same expression a few other times on the faces of men wanting to fuck him, but was that the case with Wheland?

Rooster tipped his head an inch to the side studying Wheland, as if the answers to all his questions could be found in the depths of Wheland’s eyes.
If Wheland wants me, then why the hell are we wasting valuable time at a strip club?
Wheland hardly seemed the type of guy that had trouble asking or getting what he wanted from anyone, so why the current game playing out at the moment?
If Wheland truly wants me, wouldn’t he have simply made a move in that direction at his house?
That brought Rooster’s train of thought right back to where he had started: Wheland wouldn’t ask for something he didn’t want, because he was straight.

And that just pisses me off,
Rooster thought. Mindless games get people hurt and there was no way in hell Rooster would let himself go there. If Wheland wanted to play games, fine. Two could play, but only one would win.

Jasmine’s tiny hand was stroking on Rooster; slow teasing strokes that did little for him. It was Wheland’s close proximity in front of him and his steady gaze on his cock that kept Rooster’s head in this game. When Jasmine took Rooster in her mouth, Wheland pushed his briefs down onto his thighs and exposed his own long erection. Rooster couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his mouth and it had nothing to do with what Jasmine’s tongue was doing to him.

Wheland inched closer to Jasmine and pressed the tip of his leaking cock to her cheek. She pulled off of Rooster with a popping sound and turned to Wheland, taking him into the warmth of her mouth.

“Jesussss,” Wheland hissed.

Jasmine swirled her tongue around Wheland’s wide head, then lapped at the tip of Rooster’s. Both men watched her intently as her tongue danced over both their shafts, then made figure eight patterns with her tongue over each head, swirling and lapping at the ridges and veins. Wheland stepped in front of Jasmine and Rooster did much the same. Their shoulders now touched and Rooster could feel Wheland’s heat seeping into him. The effect this had on Rooster was almost overwhelming. Rooster closed his eyes when Jasmine gripped both of their cocks and tried to push them into her mouth at once.

The sensation of Wheland’s cock sliding alongside his was enough to make Rooster lose his mind. He was wrong about “the game.” There would be no winners in this one, especially him. Feeling Wheland moving with him was too much. It meant too much and that’s what was truly fucking with Rooster’s head. When this night was over he’d have to walk away because there was no way he could feel this kind of intensity with Wheland and not have the
whole
man.

“Rub our cocks together,” Wheland said to Jasmine. He stepped to her side facing Rooster in order to make this easier, and pointed the wet tip of his cock at her mouth.

Rooster’s eyes sprang open. There was no way he’d last if... oh, shit, and there it was. Jasmine pressed the underside of both their shafts together and began licking them tip to root. Rooster groaned loudly in unison with Wheland. Rooster closed his eyes again, trying to fight off the building need to come. Jasmine held them together, rolling their long lengths, and using her saliva for lubrication.

“That feels so fucking good,” Wheland said and thrust into Jasmine’s grip.

“Oh, God,” Rooster said and fell forward.

Wheland caught Rooster with an arm around his shoulders. Rooster’s head rolled into the bend of Wheland’s neck. He felt Wheland thrust again into Jasmine’s fist; gliding the length of his cock against Rooster’s, and Jasmine’s tongue continuing to lap at both their heads.

“I won’t last,” Rooster said.

Wheland turned and feathered his lips over the shell of Rooster’s ear. “Does that feel good?” Wheland asked.

Rooster moaned again, then grabbed on to Wheland’s shoulder, using it to lift himself up and get his face away from the distracting scent and warmth of Wheland’s skin. Rooster righted himself but kept his hold on Wheland’s shoulder; his fingers digging in to the muscle, their faces still reasonably close. Wheland looked down to watch Jasmine’s efforts.

“Jesus, look at that,” Wheland said, his gaze pointed down to their cocks.

“I can’t,” Rooster panted, and his arm looped around the back of Wheland’s neck, as if grabbing for a life raft.

“Why not?” Wheland asked, his voice hot and panting against Rooster’s cheek. He pressed his forehead to Rooster’s and thrust his cock again, sliding his shaft alongside Rooster’s.

“Oh, fuckkk,” Rooster sighed. “I’ll come if you keep doing that.”

Wheland pitched his hips again. “Look at us, Roost,” Wheland said. “That is fucking hot as hell.”