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There was a loud cry of outrage and Sid jerked in surprise as he remembered where the hell they
were. He looked around to see people shouting at the television, something about a call the referee
made. There were a couple of people looking at him and Bradley, whispering, but Sid ignored them. He
really didn't give a fuck what anyone thought. He had his own issues to worry about. He pushed back
from the table.
"I'm getting another round. You want something?" Sid asked.
Bradley smiled at him and it was both amused and hopeful. "Just a beer."
Sid nodded and went to the counter, trying to gather up his thoughts. So maybe he should tell Bradley
to get lost, but he couldn't make himself, especially after what Brad had done. He couldn't help feeling a
twinge of pride. To have a mate that would go that far for him was something. Yeah, if he had wanted a
mate that's the kind of mate he would have liked. He frowned. Problem was, he didn't want a mate. For
a moment, he had almost forgotten that.
He reached the counter and ordered two more beers and another shot of whiskey. Since Brad hadn't
specified what kind he liked, Sid just got Brad the same kind he was drinking. The bartender gave him a
weird look, but Sid ignored it. It either had to do with this being his fourth round or because of Bradley
and his little display, in both cases that was none of anyone's business.
Sid turned around and began heading back to the table, when suddenly a hand gripped his shoulder.
He turned, coming face-to-face with his drunken admirer from earlier.
"Looks like you're not so lonely anymore," the man said, glaring. "What? You only like rich boys?"
Sid yanked away from him. "I don't think that's any of your damn business. Or do I need to reject you
a second time for you to get the hint?"
"Something wrong?" Bradley's smooth voice came from behind him and his arm slid around Sid's
shoulder. "You need something Zack?"
The drunkard, Zack, stared at Bradley's arm in stunned disbelief.
Sid hoped his face didn't have the same expression, because there was no way the action could be
anything but Bradley stating his claim...in front of the whole fucking bar. If he had any doubts before of
whether Bradley had been telling the truth about outing himself, they were gone now. "Shit, Brad. You
sure don't do anything halfway."
Bradley grinned and took one of the beers from Sid. "Surprised?"
Sid smiled. "I wouldn't say that." Fucking astonished would have been better phrasing, but Sid was
definitely not going to admit to that.
By the sly smile that spread across Brad's face, Sid got the feeling he might have figured it out
anyway.
"Come on, how about we finish off these drinks and go somewhere to talk."
"Maybe, no promises," Sid said teasingly. Shit he was horny. Right now, if Bradley had asked to do
him in the bathroom, Sid would have said yes. It was like everything he said was just too damn right.
He and Bradley turned to head back to the table when Zack grabbed Bradley's arm, jerking him
back. "Are you fucking serious?" His voice rose high in a mixture of disbelief and anger.
The bar grew quiet and several people looked their way. Sid even noticed several of Zack's friends
from earlier standing up. Yet, none of that was important at the moment. What was important was the
drunk and aggressive male that had grabbed his mate's arm.
Brad's voice had a cold finality to it. He didn't even step away. "Yeah, I am."
Zack's gripped tightened on Bradley. "And you think it's all right? What the fuck? You just walk in
here and feel up some guy and everyone is supposed to just be okay with it?"
Sid felt the hair on his skin rise. He didn't want to agitated the situation. It wasn't just Zack. The whole
bar seemed to be waiting to surge forward and probably the only reason they hadn't was because
Bradley was the mayor's son. Still, that prick was touching Bradley, threatening him. Sid took a step
forward.
At the same time the bartender was telling them to calm down as he moved from behind the bar.
"I don't care if anyone's okay with it or not. It's no one else's business," Bradley said, as if he wasn't in
a bar of drunken homophobes.
Zack seemed to struggle with something, his face contorting into a desperate rage. He let go of
Bradley's arm only to step into his face, grabbing his shirt. "That's bullshit. That's-"
Sid didn't hear any more. His body just moved. He yanked Zack's hand away from Bradley and
shoved him back - or it was meant to be a shove. Instead Zack went flying into a table, glasses knocked
to the ground, beer flying, as people jumped back.
Sid's eyes widened. He probably used a little too much force. "Oops."
It was like a bell had been rung. The next thing Sid knew the bar erupted into chaos. One of Zack's
buddies surged towards him, fist aimed at his face. Sid ducked and slammed his fist into the guy's gut.
The man stumbled back falling into another group of people that had been either coming forward to stop
the fight or join in.
Sid didn't have time to be satisfied with his handiwork before another person came at him. Suddenly
the whole bar was filled with people slamming fists into each other and Sid was pretty sure most of them
were too drunk to know, or even care, who they were fighting. The bartender was screaming and Sid
was sure he said something about the police, but it was hard to hear him.
All Sid knew was he needed to get Bradley out of there. Sid ducked beneath a swinging chair and
came up, looking for Bradley. In the process he got clipped by a moving fist and swung back,
remembering to hold back just before his fist impacted. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins and
he knew he must have been grinning madly. He finally spotted Bradley, not too far from the door,
slamming his fist into some guy twice his size and that was saying something since Bradley wasn't exactly
tiny.
Sid rushed forward, ramming his shoulder into the guy and knocking him out of the way.
"Sid!" Bradley said, worry heavy in his voice. "You all right?"
"I'm prefect," Sid said with a wink and grabbed Bradley's wrist. "Let's go!"
Then he was dragging Bradley out of the bar. They had just gotten out the door when a police car
pulled up. Sid didn't wait around for the cops to get out, but dragged Bradley down an alley.
Bradley pulled away. "Follow me."
They ran, twisting down streets and alleys to who knew where. Sid's breath raced through his lungs,
not from exertion but excitement, as Brad hauled him towards a building.
Bradley hurried and took his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door. "Come on. No one will
come looking for us here."
They stepped into a reception area. Sid looked around curiously at the pictures of dog and cats on
the wall. It wasn't hard to figure out where they were. "This your clinic?"
"Yeah," Bradley said, locking the door behind them. "We probably shouldn't turn on the lights, just in
case they send a unit to drive by."
Sid nodded. It was dark, but his eyes were good enough to see in the dark room, better than
Bradley's probably were.
Bradley stepped past him, obviously so familiar with the place he didn't need to see. "I'll take you to
my-"
Sid cut off whatever Brad was going to say with a hard kiss.
For a second Bradley stiffened in surprise. Only for a moment and then he grabbed Sid with a growl
and kissed him back with a wild press of lips and teeth. Sid opened to him, and their tongues danced
together as primal lust surged through Sid's body. His cock was achingly hard. The kiss was so good but
it wasn't enough.
Sid broke free and shoved Bradley hard against the receptionist desk. Bradley started to push back
towards him, but Sid put a firm hand on his chest. "Stay there." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]