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“Um, so… thanks again,” he said awkwardly.

“My pleasure,” I called with utter sincerity.

Seriously, jerking off this stranger’s big, beautiful dick through a glory hole in this dive bar’s restroom had been the best part of my evening. By a freaking mile.

Chapter 4

A Strange Yet Erotic Handjob

Brian

It felt like everyone knew what I’d just done as I stepped out of the restrooms. Like all eyes suddenly swivelled to me, making my shoulders want to hunch as I crossed the bar to rejoin the others. In reality, no one was paying the slightest bit of attention to me.

I knew that rationally, but it didn’t make the feeling go away. My face felt flushed, my skin tingling with awareness, and my insides were thrumming with satiation after that orgasm. The incubus’s pheromones were still making themselves known. The usual anxiety that plagued me whenever I left my house was still there, of course—it always was—but it was muted. Duller. Smothered temporarily by a burst of satisfied contentment.

“Hey, man,” Vince said when I reached our group, which was taking up a whole corner of the bar. I didn’t often come out with the others from work, but I forced myself to accept every fifth invitation so they didn’t all start to dislike me and think I was weird and stop inviting me altogether. It was just an arbitrary number I’d decided in my head, and I stuck with it.

“Hey.” I gave Vince a tiny smile and glanced back at the archway that led to the restrooms.

“Weren’t you going to get another drink?”

I blinked, then looked back at Vince as heat rose once again in my face. Shit, I had said that. Then I’d decided to use the restroom first, and when I’d seen that glory hole…

I wasn’t sure what it was that came over me at certain times. That urge to do something that everyone who knew me would consider ‘out of character.’ Something reckless and wild, even dangerous sometimes.

But doing those things took the edge off for a while. It made all my anxieties melt away, allowing me to almost become another person. Someone more confident, more sure of himself, almost arrogant, or at least capable of holding a decent conversation with a stranger without making a stammering fool of myself.

I supposed it was a kind of addiction, in its own way. An addiction to letting myself pretend to be someone else so I could go a little wild. Not be boring, shy, quiet Brian for a while. I’d been him my whole life.

Sometimes I got a little sick of it.

“Oh, I…” I wet my lips nervously, the anxiety returning in full force and chasing away all the lingering pleasure from the incubus and his intoxicating pheromones. Vince had only asked a simple, casual question, but it was like my brain took that to mean he was about to waterboard me if I didn’t give him a good enough answer.

“I, um, went to use the restroom.” My mind raced as I tried to come up with a believable lie. “And then the bar was… um, it was—”

“Oh fuck,” Vince muttered, dark eyes widening as he stared at something behind me.

I glanced back to see what he was looking at. My scalp tingled with awareness when I set eyes on an incubus walking slowly and reluctantly back into the bar area.

That was him. Even if I hadn’t just seen him walk out of the restroom, I would’ve known. My wolf responded to him on sight after that strange yet erotic handjob through the glory hole.

He was so, so pretty. I should’ve known. His voice had been nice too, even though it had been a little distracting to have him rambling about bad dates and the d-bags he’d dated while he was jerking me off…

I scanned him quickly, taking in everything I could in the low light of the bar. Dark, messy curls framed a delicate yet masculine face. They reached the collar of his shirt, which was slightly sheer and a pale lilac colour that looked so pretty against his olive skin. It had a couple of buttons undone at the top, showing off a hint of his collarbone. My belly tightened as I took in the elegant slope of his neck, the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed.

My gaze automatically shot down to his hands. Hands that had been touching me just a few minutes ago. Beautiful hands with big knuckles and slender fingers and neatly trimmed nails. He was tugging on the hem of his shirt, almost nervously, and I tensed up when I remembered him saying how much he didn’t like his date.

Returning my gaze to his face, I noticed the expression of mild dread painting his pretty features. He took a deep breath, checked his phone, then headed for a nearby table currently occupied by a single man—looked like a faun—wearing a yellow and brown polka-dot shirt, harem pants and sandals. His foot-long billy goat beard was braided and tied off with a yellow bow.

“It’s him,” Vince said in a slightly strangled voice, reminding me that he’d actually been the one to notice the incubus first, though I wasn’t sure why. “Babe. Babe, he’s here.”

After reluctantly tearing my gaze away from the incubus, I watched Vince frantically pat the arm of High Lord Crossbody, Vince’s boyfriend and a royal fae who’d renounced his princely title to continue his career as a professional wrestler.

Crossbody turned from chuckling about something with Carl and Mads, still smiling as he draped an arm around Vince’s shoulders and sipped his drink. “Hmm?”

“Pervy motel incubus is here,” Vince muttered to him, slipping his arm around the fae’s waist.

Crossbody stilled, his eyes widening before he peered over Vince’s head and caught sight of the incubus, who’d just given his date an uneasy smile and sat back down at their table. My chest tightened a little.