Page 39 of Dangle

He shrugged, and off he went, vanishing into the crowd. Determined to put a stop to this before we ended up needing an ambulance, I headed to the bar. Luckily, the guys working knew me.

“Hey, Slone! I didn’t know you were back in town!” Xavier yelled.

“Just here for the weekend. Can you pull up the security feed?”

“Sure thing, man.” Xavier spoke to the barback, who slid into Xavier’s spot while we headed to the security room behind the bar.

“What are we looking for?”

“A hot as fuck kid in over his head and too drunk to police himself.”

“Shit. Someone you know?”

I ignored the question as I spun the trackball, backing up the feed on the cameras I knew Trey would’ve been caught on.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed, as did Xavier.

Trey could be seen poaching drinks from no less than three tables, and it was a wonder the boy hadn’t been drugged if this was how he behaved. Thank fucking hell he waited until we came to EDGE to act a fucking fool.

“You mic’d up?” I asked Xavier.

“Yeah. You want him pulled?”

“Yes. Have security take him to the office. I’ll meet you there. I need to see if Priest and Cam’s loft is available.”

“No need. They always let us know when they arrive if they’re staying. Priest said he’s taking his family out to the house.”

“Good.”

Fifteen minutes later, I walked into the office to find Trey belligerent, screaming and cursing, but luckily not violent or destructive.

“You Slone?” the bouncer asked when I stepped into the room, holding the jersey Trey wore earlier.

“Yes.”

“Good. He’s all yours.” The guy turned and left, muttering under his breath about drunk assholes.

“YOU? YOU DID THIS?” he screamed, coming at me.

The boy had zero sense when drunk. My palm pressed against his chest, and I backed him against a wall.

“Yes. I absolutely fucking did. You were lucky you were in my club,” not really, but close enough, “and not poaching drinks somewhere you risked getting roofied. Now you have two options. Thrown out on the street where you risk getting picked up by NPD, or go upstairs with me and sleep it off.”

“Fuck. I’ve only been trying to go home with you all night. I’ll take door number two, Bob.”

“How the fuck do you know Bob Barker?” I asked as I led us out of the office toward the elevator.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” Trey said. The alcohol must really be kicking in because the sass came out slurred so much I barely understood what he said.

Getting him upstairs turned into a battle halfway to the elevator. He stripped himself naked. His balance disappeared. The flirting turned to bratting, and not the good kind. The little shit dropped to his knees before the elevator doors slid shut, garnering cheers and wolf whistles while he pawed my zipper.

“God, I wanna suck your cock.”

“I don’t think so, Trey,” I said, trying to lift him to his feet.

He slithered free of my grasp. “C’mon. I bet it’s big and thick. Is the tip thick too? God, I love it when the head of a guy’s dick is thick enough he has to force his way into… into my…”

“Trey? You okay?”