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throes of his orgasm, but in reality, that wouldn’t work. As good as it had been, he wasn’t suicidal. Phoenix knew better than to go home with someone he just fucked in a stall. It was asking to get hacked up into tiny pieces like cubed cheese. That’s why he had sex at the club. It was safer than being trapped in someone’s home.
    He pulled his jeans back in place and grabbed for the handle of the stall, but a firm hand curled around his wrist. Phoenix looked up at the man, his eyes questioning.
    “Can I see you again?”
    Phoenix didn’t know what to say. No one had ever asked to see him after a quick fuck in a bathroom stall. They always knew the score, knew it was a one-off, and left it at that.
    He admitted to himself that he was interested. The guy not only just rocked his world six ways from Sunday, but he felt a strange connection as well, almost like they had known each other a lifetime.
    Phoenix rolled his eyes at the corny way that sounded even to himself. It may sound cheesy, but that didn’t change the fact of it being true. He still played it safe though.
    “Give me your number.” If the guy turned out to be a loser or some sort of stalker, he could always lose the number and go on with his life never having told the guy where he lived or worked.
    It was a safe plan.
    But if he found out the man gave him some sort of disease, Phoenix had a way of tracking him down and cutting off his jewels. The man may look clean and handsome, but that was a fool’s way of determining if a guy truly was.
    The guy nodded and put his clothes right. He led Phoenix out by the small of his back and out of the bathroom, over to the bartender, and then asked for a pen. The stranger scribbled on a napkin and handed it to Phoenix, his eyes skeptical.
    Phoenix looked at the napkin and saw that the stranger’s name was Matt. He liked it. Having the most bizarre name around, Matt seemed simple, nice. Phoenix shoved the napkin in his front pocket and looked up into Matt’s eyes.
    They were totally beautiful and alluring. Phoenix swallowed when he noticed that they were glowing. It had to be the club lighting. Nobody’s eyes glowed that way. But they still drew him in like a moth to a flame. He moved closer and placed his hands on Matt’s hips. Matt dipped down and licked at Phoenix’s lips. “Mine,” he whispered against them. Phoenix breathed in the single word.
    His.
    “There you are.” Armando appeared from the crowd, taking in the scene before him. He waited for Phoenix to acknowledge him standing there. Phoenix smiled. His friend always came to the rescue if he felt Phoenix needed it.
    Matt growled and pulled Phoenix closer to his hard chest. Fuck if Phoenix didn’t want to lift Matt’s shirt and see what he had to offer. It felt as though he were leaning against a solid wall of muscle. Phoenix had an urge to lick the man from head to toe, and tell him yes to going home with him.
    Phoenix shook his head. What the hell had gotten into him?
    “Uh, you okay, Nix?” Armando stepped closer, his eyes darting from Matt to Phoenix. Armando’s eyes told Phoenix that he was unsure if he should pull his friend away from the possessive god. Somehow Phoenix knew he was safe, knew Matt wouldn’t harm him. He couldn’t explain how he knew that. It was just a warm feeling in the center of his chest that spread like a wildfire all through him. He was definitely going to call the number that was shoved into his pocket.
    “I’m fine, Armando.” Phoenix smiled at Armando, but Matt growled again. Was the man jealous of his best friend? For some strange reason, that made Phoenix smile even wider. He may not be crazy enough to go home with the man, but he could bask in the way the god wanted him.
    Phoenix was seriously contemplating insanity, and he knew it. For the first time in his life, he was ready to agree to go home with someone. The thought shocked him as he stood there being held tightly in the man’s arms.
    He was