Page 7 of Cheap Shot

Unfortunately, that tended to spook guys who were convinced it was a setup and that they were going to get mugged. Sebastian didn’t love mixing business with pleasure, but sometimes desperate times …

He jogged up the steps to his cozy apartment, flipped on a few lights, tidied a couple of things he had strewn around, then lit a candle just to get rid of any lingering odors from his earlier dinner for good measure.

Good enough. About all he had time for, anyway.

Thankfully, this was just a blowjob. Sebastian really didn’t have time to worry about a shower and prep the way he did if he really wanted to get fucked.

No time for that tonight and he wasn’t really in the mood for it anyway.

Amazingly, Sebastian made it back downstairs with a whole five minutes to spare and he puttered around the shop while he waited, tweaking displays and plucking dead leaves off potted plants.

When he heard the rumble of a vintage engine, he perked up, peering through the window to see a black muscle car cruise by.Damn, that was a nice classic car.

He was surprised when it made an abrupt U-turn, then parked across the street.

Oh, shit, maybe that was the guy from the app? Even better.

Sebastian watched curiously as a man got out. Though his face was in shadow, the light coming from the streetlamp showed off a guy with broad shoulders, a solid torso, and muscular legs.

Yep, that matched what Sebastian had seen on the app.

There had been no face pic, but there had beenplentyof shots showing off his body.

And his deliciously thick cock.

Sebastian shifted, anticipation building in his belly. That had to be the guy, right?

He was crossing the street now, making a beeline for Sebastian’s front door. He was dressed well too, in dark suit trousers and a vest, with a white shirt under it, a leather jacket draped over one arm despite the chilly night air.

Niiice, Sebastian thought appreciatively.

Tonight might turn out to be a good night after all.

Traffic had been a bitch leaving the arena and that twitchy, buzzy feeling under Luke’s skin had only grown in the time it took to get across town and to the guy’s place.

Luke crossed the quiet, dark side street, anticipation building into a low hum in his groin as he thought about the coming release. Fuck, he needed this.

It was more than just a general feel of horniness, more than the feel of balls heavy with need. It was like a terrible itch thatneeded to be scratched, a fucking obsession his brain wouldn’t let go of.

This guy better be legit.

Luke studied the gold lettering on the window that said Twig & Bloom Florist with a frown. What the fuck? The guy had given him an address, but he hadn’t said anything about a flower shop.

But yeah, that was the right street number on the wall of the building. He had to be in the right place. Maybe there was a stairwell somewhere that led to some apartments?

Luke’s phone buzzed with a message when he reached the far sidewalk. He pulled out his phone, checked his messages, and found one on the app that said,Come inside.

You live in a florist shop?he typed out, wondering if he was imagining that he could feel someone’s gaze on him.

Ilive above it, yeah. Meet you at the front door.

Huh.First time Luke had ever met a hookup at a place like this. Fucking weird but whatever, that was fine as long as the guy matched his profile pics and was willing to suck dick. Honestly, he’d come this far already and the need for release pulled at him too strongly to let a little weirdness get in the way.

With a shrug, Luke strode toward the shop. Well, only one way to find out if this guy was actually legit.

A moment later, the door swung open to reveal a guy with dark curly hair and stubble.

Luke had just long enough to register that the dude wasn’t half-bad looking yet somehow vaguely familiar before his gaze landedon the vintage New York Rockets jersey stretched across his chest.