beautiful pure white felt-top table, with cobalt blue sub rails. It was stunning, and it looked like it was never played on. Never understood why people waste money with these elaborate show pieces and never use them. Half the time the owners don’t even know how to play the game.
A seventy-five-inch television was mounted on the wall in front of ten plush recliners. All around the room were various entertainment activities: darts, video arcade games, cool-ass pinball machines, and even a marble chess board already set-up. It was every bachelor’s dream pad.
“Yeah, I like the game. I’m not a pool shark or anything, but I do okay.
Question is, are you any good at it?” Max asked with a little more arrogance in his voice then he’d intended.
“Want to play a quick game of nine ball, shouldn’t take long,” Angel said with a small smile playing on those kissable lips.
“Sure, why not.” Max grabbed a cue off the wall, and began to chalk the tip confidently. This should be easy. Al Ryker and I did was go to the pool hal when we were younger. Wait until he sees my trick butterfly shot.
“Want to make the game a little interesting…ya know…place a little bet?” Angel asked, his eyes already revealing his wager.
Max went to stand directly in front of Angel, letting his chest rub against his. “I don’t want to take that from you on the first date, my Angel.” He purred into his ear and felt the man give an involuntary shiver.
“Can’t take what I’m willing to give.” He purred right back into Max’s mouth.
“Touché.” Max chuckled softly.
“Are you working tomorrow?” Angel asked out of the blue.
“Nope, I’m off until Tuesday. I work four on and four off. Why…you plan on keeping me up all night?”
“You wish, don’t you?” Angel said seductively.
Max’s lower region immediately heated at the idea. Fuck.
“No, actually, I was thinking the loser has to give the winner a lap dance at my club tomorrow night.” Angel smiled innocently, as if he’d just placed a simple five-dollar wager.
Max doubled over with laughter. “Are you serious? You’re going to give me a lap dance?”
“Of course I will.” Angel shrugged. “If I lose. It can even be done in private. No one else will be around, it’ll just be me, you, and the winner’s favorite song.”
“You got it, sexy. This is going to be fun! Don’t take this ass-whipping personally, but I’ve got to see you gyrate that hot ass of yours on my lap!”
Max grinned like a fool, while he watched Angel bend over the long table and set up the balls.
Angel continued with his innocent smile and asked Max. “You want to break?”
“Wow. Offering up a lap dance and I can shoot first.” Max feigned shock.
“Just shut up and break the damn balls.” Angel swatted him on the ass as Max leaned over to break.
Max shot upright. “Hey! No distracting the shooter either.” Max lined up his cue again, and put enough force into his shot to make the crack of the balls sound loud even in the large room. Max saw the number six ball go into the side pocket.
“Nice break,” Angel replied drily.
“Thank you babe…hey, relax…it’s too early to get nervous.” Max called his next shot. “Number three, side pocket.” He took his time lining up the cue ball for his shot. He noticed Angel standing by the side pocket, his bulge directly in Max’s line of sight. Max took his shot and missed. Fuck. He did that on purpose, but that’s okay. I’m still gonna win.
Angel walked around the table past Max. Max reached his hand out and cupped Angel’s cheek, bringing him in for a kiss. Angel reacted by wrapping his arm around Max’s waist. Max slowly released him. “That was for luck,”
he whispered softly against Angel’s wicked lips.
Angel snorted a laugh and got ready for his shot. He lined up his cue, called his shot, and with a quick jerk of his arm the cue ball hopped the eight and pushed through the four and five
A seventy-five-inch television was mounted on the wall in front of ten plush recliners. All around the room were various entertainment activities: darts, video arcade games, cool-ass pinball machines, and even a marble chess board already set-up. It was every bachelor’s dream pad.
“Yeah, I like the game. I’m not a pool shark or anything, but I do okay.
Question is, are you any good at it?” Max asked with a little more arrogance in his voice then he’d intended.
“Want to play a quick game of nine ball, shouldn’t take long,” Angel said with a small smile playing on those kissable lips.
“Sure, why not.” Max grabbed a cue off the wall, and began to chalk the tip confidently. This should be easy. Al Ryker and I did was go to the pool hal when we were younger. Wait until he sees my trick butterfly shot.
“Want to make the game a little interesting…ya know…place a little bet?” Angel asked, his eyes already revealing his wager.
Max went to stand directly in front of Angel, letting his chest rub against his. “I don’t want to take that from you on the first date, my Angel.” He purred into his ear and felt the man give an involuntary shiver.
“Can’t take what I’m willing to give.” He purred right back into Max’s mouth.
“Touché.” Max chuckled softly.
“Are you working tomorrow?” Angel asked out of the blue.
“Nope, I’m off until Tuesday. I work four on and four off. Why…you plan on keeping me up all night?”
“You wish, don’t you?” Angel said seductively.
Max’s lower region immediately heated at the idea. Fuck.
“No, actually, I was thinking the loser has to give the winner a lap dance at my club tomorrow night.” Angel smiled innocently, as if he’d just placed a simple five-dollar wager.
Max doubled over with laughter. “Are you serious? You’re going to give me a lap dance?”
“Of course I will.” Angel shrugged. “If I lose. It can even be done in private. No one else will be around, it’ll just be me, you, and the winner’s favorite song.”
“You got it, sexy. This is going to be fun! Don’t take this ass-whipping personally, but I’ve got to see you gyrate that hot ass of yours on my lap!”
Max grinned like a fool, while he watched Angel bend over the long table and set up the balls.
Angel continued with his innocent smile and asked Max. “You want to break?”
“Wow. Offering up a lap dance and I can shoot first.” Max feigned shock.
“Just shut up and break the damn balls.” Angel swatted him on the ass as Max leaned over to break.
Max shot upright. “Hey! No distracting the shooter either.” Max lined up his cue again, and put enough force into his shot to make the crack of the balls sound loud even in the large room. Max saw the number six ball go into the side pocket.
“Nice break,” Angel replied drily.
“Thank you babe…hey, relax…it’s too early to get nervous.” Max called his next shot. “Number three, side pocket.” He took his time lining up the cue ball for his shot. He noticed Angel standing by the side pocket, his bulge directly in Max’s line of sight. Max took his shot and missed. Fuck. He did that on purpose, but that’s okay. I’m still gonna win.
Angel walked around the table past Max. Max reached his hand out and cupped Angel’s cheek, bringing him in for a kiss. Angel reacted by wrapping his arm around Max’s waist. Max slowly released him. “That was for luck,”
he whispered softly against Angel’s wicked lips.
Angel snorted a laugh and got ready for his shot. He lined up his cue, called his shot, and with a quick jerk of his arm the cue ball hopped the eight and pushed through the four and five
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