Pleasing Michael - Stormy Glenn(1).pdf - jessab

ÑHeÔs watching again.Ò

ÑLet him.Ò

ÑItÔs creepy,Ò Sean insisted.

Jack Davis rolled his eyes as he leaned over the green felt pool table and lined up

for another shot. ÑHeÔs just looking, Sean. HeÔs not causing any harm.Ò Jack raised

his head and glanced at the dark-haired man watching him from across the room.

ÑBesides, heÔs kind of sexy.Ò

ÑBut, heÔs just... staring. ItÔs eerie, dude.Ò

Jack chuckled. ÑSean, they always stare.Ò Men and women tended to stare at him.

Jack was used to it. He didnÔt even pay attention to it anymore.

Sean shook his head. ÑNot like this, man. This guy is, like, seriously obsessed with

you. WeÔve seen him in here every Friday night for over two months, and every

time he just sits back over there in his little corner and stares at you the entire

time.Ò

Jack gave the man another covert look through his eyelashes. The man was still

staring at him. It was a very focused look, centered directly on Jack and nowhere

else. The man had been staring at him with that same intense gaze every time Jack

saw him in the bar.

Sean was right. It was a little creepy. Jack was used to men staring at him. His

thick-muscled body, tall stature, and tight ass had a lot of men looking. Toss in the

naturally tanned skin, the sunlight blond hair, and sea blue eyes, and Jack had

been told he was every gay manÔs wet dream.

He wasnÔt so sure. If he was supposed to be every gay manÔs wet dream, what was

he doing at a bar on a Friday night playing pool with his best friend instead of at

home in bed getting laid?

Jack wished he could figure it out. HeÔd be a much happier man. As it was, he was

tired and once again facing a lonely bed when he got home tonight, which was just

about how his life was every night. He should be used to it by now. He wasnÔt.

Jack glanced at the man again. Yep, he was still staring. Jack stood up straight and

handed his pool cue to Sean. He was fed up with this. Without saying a word to

Sean, Jack walked away, crossing the room until he stood directly in front of the

well-dressed man.

Jack crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at the man. Jack was used to

his size and demeanor intimidating other people. He was surprised when the man

simply raised a dark brown eyebrow at him then took a slow sip of his drink.

The man didnÔt say anything. He simply continued to stare. He looked Jack up and

down, an emotion shining in his eyes that Jack couldnÔt quite place. It unnerved

Jack in a way that few things could. He felt like this stranger could see right into

his soul and pick out his deepest, darkest secrets.

ÑIs there a reason that you keep staring at me?Ò Jack bit out through his clenched

teeth.

The man merely smiled. ÑIf you didnÔt want people staring at you, you wouldnÔt

spend so much time at MercuryÔs Gym working on that sexy physique of yours

now, would you?Ò

The cool, rusty tone of the manÔs voice sent shivers down JackÔs spine. ÑHowÔd you

know that I work out MercuryÔs Gym?Ò Jack asked, starting to feel increasingly

nervous. Was this guy some creepy stalker dude?

The man chuckled. ÑI know a lot about you.Ò

ÑLike what?Ò Jack challenged.

The man smirked. ÑI know that you like to work out. You also spend every Friday

night in here playing pool with your friend, Sean. You only drink light beer and

never more than three. And you always leave by midnight so that you can get to

your job washing dishes at the cafe in the morning.Ò

ÑHave you been spying on me?Ò Jack asked, feeling partly outraged and partly

intrigued.

ÑI donÔt spy,Ò the man replied simply. ÑI have no need to.Ò

JackÔs eyebrows scrunched together in a frown. ÑWho are you?Ò

Jack was confused as he watched the man toss back the last of the drink in his hand

and set the glass on the table. He should have been intimidated by JackÔs height if

not his sheer body mass. He wasnÔt. He seemed to find it, and Jack, amusing in

some way.

The man grabbed his dark brown jacket and pulled it on over his crisp white shirt.

He tossed a few dollar bills on the table, then turned to look at Jack. Jack almost

jumped when the man reached over and gently ran his thumb across JackÔs lips.

ÑJackson,Ò the man began as he took a step toward Jack.

ÑHuh? Wha--Ò How did this man know his name?

The man leaned up, his lips close JackÔs ear, his deep masculine scent wafting over

Jack. ÑYou know who I am, pretty baby.Ò The softly whispered words sent shivers

of longing down JackÔs body. Jack stood there in a daze as the man smiled, then

turned and walked away.

Jack watched until the man left the bar and disappeared into the night. Jack knew

something profound had just happened but for the life of him, Jack couldnÔt figure

out what.

One simple brush of the manÔs thumb across his lips, seven simple words, and

JackÔs entire body was poised on the edge of an earth-shattering orgasm. Jack had

never become so aroused so fast in his entire life.

Jack could feel his cock throbbing in his jeans. He closed his eyes and clenched his

fists. He tried to wish his hard on away, but the only thing he could see was the

strange manÔs deep, copper-colored eyes as they stared back at him. Jack groaned

as another wave of desire flashed through him.

Spinning around, he opened his eyes and hurried to the menÔs room. Thankfully, it

was vacant. Going into one of the stalls, Jack closed the door and locked it. He

leaned back against the side of the stall and reached for the zipper of his jeans.

Pulling his cock free, Jack stroked himself fiercely. He could feel the fire in his

blood licking its way up his spine. He panted, his cock throbbing in his hand. He

was on edge, but no matter how fast he stroked himself, he couldnÔt seem to fall

over that edge into orgasmic bliss.

Suddenly, a picture of the man slipped into his mind. Jack cried out and came

instantly, spurting all over his hand and the bathroom stall. His knees shook and

threatened to give out on him. Jack quickly sat down on the toilet seat, his chest

heaving with the intensity of his release.

Jack looked down at himself and grimaced. He was covered in spunk. He had

jerked off in the menÔs room of a bar to the mental picture of a complete stranger.

He was crazy. He had lost his ever-lovinÔ mind.

He suddenly didnÔt feel so well. In fact, he felt pretty woozy. His stomach was

churning and the orgasm he had experienced just moments before now felt

somehow lacking. Oh, it had been one of the best orgasms Jack had felt in quite a

long time, better even than several times he had been with a partner. And if that

didnÔt confuse Jack, he didnÔt know what did.

Well, besides the fact that he had gotten off over some stranger... a stranger who

had been staring at him for weeks and called him pretty baby in the deepest,

sexiest whiskey voice Jack had ever heard.

Jack knew he had good looks. He had all of his life. Still, no one had ever made the

words pretty baby sound quite the way that man had. It was spoken almost as an

endearment, and just thinking about it made JackÔs cock begin to rise again.

Jack groaned and reached for some toilet paper to clean himself off. Tossing the

tissue into the toilet, he shoved his semi-hard cock back in his jeans and zipped

them up. He was so fucking pathetic.

Shaking his head in disgust, Jack unlocked the stall door and crossed to the sink.

He washed his hands and cleaned a bit of his shirt where he had splattered come.

Then he wet a napkin and ran it over his face. He felt flushed.

Jack tossed the napkin in the trash and looked at himself in the mirror. He had the

looks, the muscle-bound body, the blond hair, the blue eyes. He had the whole

package, and sometimes he wished that he didnÔt.

He couldnÔt count the number of times he had found some nice guy and taken him

home only to find out the next morning that the guy was just sleeping with him

because he wanted to brag to his friends that he had bagged the hot guy.

None of them seemed to want to stick around to find out what type of guy he was

beyond his looks. None of them wanted to get to know the real him. He was more

than a gorgeous body. He was also a mind and a heart and a soul and -- Oh, to hell

with it. Jack was going home. Alone!

***

Jack couldnÔt keep his gaze from roaming around the room, searching. HeÔd be

fooling himself if he thought he wasnÔt waiting for him to come in.

Jack had skipped coming down to the bar last Friday night, telling himself that he

wasnÔt really avoiding anyone. He was just tired. He had regretted it ever since.

Jack wanted to hear his name on the manÔs lips again, wanted to feel the manÔs

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