Blue Moon: Too Good to Be True by A. E. Via Page B

his waist while the other hand firmly massaged his aching cock that was now leaking inside his dark Levis.
    “Oh gawddd! Angel,” he moaned into the crook of Angel’s neck.
    “That feel good to you, darlin’?” Angel moaned as Max rubbed his soft hair against his cheek. “Tell me how good I make you feel, love.” He ground his palm in a little harder.
    “Yes…yes, my Angel…it feels so fucking good.”
    “Am I, baby?” He moaned into his ear. “Am I yours?”
    Max halted his thrusting into Angel’s hand and lifted his head out of the crevice of Angel’s neck. Max was intoxicated by the very subtle but expensive cologne the man wore. But when he heard Angel’s last question he had to take a couple of staggering steps back to really think about his answer. He turned and gripped the railing, listening to the ocean again. Did he want Angel to be his? He knew nothing about the man. Except he’s fucking gorgeous, can kiss like he took a twelve-hour seminar on the art of caressing and kissing, has addictive hair, a voice like roughened honey, and can fight like a jujitsu master. Max guessed that was as good a start as any…so why not explore it a little further?
    His body was clearly not repulsed by this man’s touch, because his dick was still hard and leaking copious amounts of precome in his jeans. He hoped his polo shirt was long enough to cover the damp spot. Shit, if Angel was going to be kissing him like that when they were out, then he was going to have to wear a goddamn Kotex pad.
    He turned to face Angel and noticed that he was looking like Max had just spit in his face. Shit, he’s probably thinking I just want to use him to get off, and not actual y be with him. Fuck . Max rushed to him and wrapped him in his arms while speaking softly in his ear. “No…Angel baby, whatever you’re
    thinking…stop. I only backed away from you so I could think. I didn’t want to just blurt out any answer because you had my dick in your hand.”
    He led Angel back to the chairs by the dance floor and urged him to sit.
    He had the sudden urge to sit on that large lap, but quickly squashed that thought. That would be weird. He sat in the chair in front of Angel and pulled them into each other until their legs were woven together. Max looked at the man’s luscious face and those consuming eyes did it to him again… rendered him speechless. All he could manage was nonverbal communication at the moment. He took that magical hand that was just on his cock and weaved their fingers together. The connection was strong between them and they both knew it. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Max felt he could finally answer Angel’s question. Do I want him for myself? Or maybe the question should be am I gay now?
     
    Angel had disconnected his earpiece thirty minutes ago. He had no intention of being interrupted while with this man. Unless the damn building was on fire, no one better come and disturb them. Besides, his club was a well-oiled machine, and he had the best managers any club owner could ask for.
    He was holding Max’s hand and watching him carefully as he gathered his thoughts to answer his last slip of the tongue. Why the fuck did I say that?
    Shit, of course he’s not ready to declare his undying love for me. He was straight two weeks ago. Dammit. If I’ve blown this already, I’m going to choke myself with waxed dental floss.
    He heard Max clear his throat a couple of times before gearing up to speak.
    Here it goes, he’s getting ready to say he doesn’t want a gay relationship.
    “Will you go to dinner with me tomorrow night, Angel?”
    Wel bend me over and fuck me raw. That was not what I was expecting.
    “Darlin’, I would love to go to dinner with you,” he replied in a deep whiskey voice.
    UUL
     

Chapter Eight
    Angel was at the club by nine a.m. on Friday so he could complete his work early and enjoy his date that night. He was damn near whistling while he worked. Everyone noticed