Donnchadh winked at him. “I have a much better mode of transportation.” He went to the backseat and grabbed Getty’s bags, slinging them over his shoulder.
That wasn’t ambiguous at all.
“Follow me.” Donnchadh led them inside Bistro. Getty figured the guy wanted to get a drink before they headed out, but he led them toward the men’s room.
“We’re staying in the bathroom?” Getty was teasing, but he was also worried. He knew nothing about Donnchadh, other than he was nice, not human, and could fuck like a dream.
“Have a little faith in me.” Donnchadh walked into the men’s room.
Getty had very little faith in anyone. He thought his mother remarrying was a great thing, having someone who didn’t treat her like crap. But she’d moved to Paris and pretty much forgotten she had children. Pete hated their father so much that he didn’t care if Getty’s life was dismal. His father? He didn’t even want to go there.
Faith was something he lacked, but followed Donnchadh. The guy stood by the door when Getty walked in.
“Take my hand, shorty.” Donnchadh held his hand out, and Getty took it. “Just remember that I’m right here with you, okay?”
Getty was clueless and starting to worry about Donnchadh’s mental health.
Then Donnchadh turned the light off and pulled Getty forward. What the fuck? He felt as if he were falling. Getty screamed and gripped Donnchadh’s muscled arm, clinging to him for dear life. He also felt as if he’d throw up. Getty became dizzy seconds before the bathroom became lighter.
He would’ve hit the floor if Donnchadh hadn’t grabbed onto him. Getty sucked in a deep breath and opened his eyes.
Frozen, he looked around. This wasn’t the bathroom at Bistro. They were in a city, it was nighttime, and there were plenty of people walking around. How in the hell had he gotten there? How was this even possible?
“Welcome to the demon realm,” Donnchadh said. “This is where I live.”
Demon realm.
Getty’s heart thundered as he clung to Donnchadh. “How is this possible?”
Donnchadh cupped Getty’s face and kissed him. When he pulled away, he frowned. “Trust me. Your father won’t see what we’re doing. Now kiss me back. I’ve been dying to do this since you dipped out on me at the motel.”
Getty started to pull back. He was dazed, confused, and frightened. But Donnchadh’s lips were soft, warm, and Getty was helpless when Donnchadh curled his arms around him and kissed Getty like he mattered.
This was also a bit disconcerting since Getty had never showed public displays of affection. Being with Donnchadh was scary and exciting, and Getty’s heart refused to slow down.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Donnchadh murmured against Getty’s lips. “So fucking sweet.”
This time when he pulled away, he took Getty’s hand and led him to an apartment building. There wasn’t a front door. How the hell were they supposed to get inside?
Donnchadh led them to a dark alley on the side of the building. Getty was afraid to go. Dark alleys always made him think of criminals lurking in the shadows, ready to attack.
But that wasn’t what happened. They walked forward, and Getty found himself in an apartment.
“Just so you know, I’m freaking out.” Getty stood in the middle of the lavish living room. Fuck. This place was amazing. Modern, sleek, and right in front of Getty were windows that spanned the length of the wall, floor-to-ceiling, and had brown gossamer curtains.
To his left was a cream tiled wall, a low black shelf that ran the length at the bottom, and a large flat-screen anchored dead center. In the middle of the living room was a white sectional with black-and-white fluffy throw pillows, a plush black carpet in the center, and a marble coffee table.
Donnchadh lead him to the windows. They didn’t have to pull the curtains aside. Getty saw right through them. The one thing he noticed right away was the lack of traffic on the street.
Where were the cars?
Donnchadh moved in behind Getty, chest to back, and placed his hands on Getty’s hips. “This is Serenity City. It’s always dark here, and, in my opinion, has the best wings you can find.”
“Wings?” Getty turned his head and looked at Donnchadh. “As in wings you can eat or wings you fly with?”
“Wings you can eat.” Donnchadh winked. “We also have a grocery store, bank, fancy restaurants, bars, and you’ve got to try a shake at Jake’s Java Hut.”
It was an actual city. “Where is the demon realm?”
“On the same plane as the human realm, but through a veil. Humans can’t accidently stumble onto it. Only demons can bring people here, unless someone knows how to use the Black River.”
This had to be a dream. When Donnchadh had offered Getty a reprieve, Getty had no flipping clue he would be going to another realm. His brain tried to make sense of everything. “It’s like a movie I watched. When the non-magical people walked through the doors of some building, it was just a large foyer with an information desk. When the main characters walked through the door, they were in the magical headquarters.”
Donnchadh smiled. “Now you’re getting it, only we don’t have doors to get to here, but you get the gist. The same thing goes for the fairy realm, although I’m not sure how you get in since I’ve never tried.”
“Fairies?” Getty felt weak in the knees.
“Shorty, you have so much to learn.”
Donnchadh kissed along his jaw, and everything the guy was telling him was forgotten. It was astonishing how Donnchadh could do that to him, make Getty’s brain scramble with a mere touch.
Getty moaned as he turned in Donnchadh’s arms, tilting his head so the guy could kiss his way across Getty’s throat. Then they started moving, and Donnchadh led Getty to the couch.
Getty’s breath hitched as Donnchadh undressed him. Never in a million years when Getty woke this morning would he have thought he would be in a different realm about to have sex with Donnchadh again.
He didn’t think they would have sex again, ever. Not when they’d been two strangers passing in the night. Sure, Donnchadh had saved him, and they kept running into each other, but… Fuck, Getty was hard, his cock slapping his stomach while Donnchadh tossed Getty’s clothes aside.
“Fucking beautiful.” Donnchadh brushed his knuckles over Getty’s erection.
Getty shivered. Not because he was cold but because he was the only one naked. He felt exposed, vulnerable, and desperate to see Donnchadh’s naked body.
He got his wish. Donnchadh slipped his shirt off and let it fall to the floor. Getty was going to pass out by the man’s sheer beauty. Wholly masculine, muscled, and flawless.
Donnchadh yanked his boots off, removed his pants and underwear, and tossed aside his socks.
Getty was staring at perfection.
Then Donnchadh turned, and Getty saw the jagged scars on his back. He was too afraid to ask how Donnchadh had gotten them, too afraid the guy would call a halt to this if Getty mentioned them.
Getty snagged Donnchadh around the nape of his neck, pulling the man closer as his exposed cock hardened until it was smashed between them. He rocked his body up and down, using the friction to pleasure himself.
Donnchadh’s hand was firm at the small of his back, one finger just tracing the top of Getty’s crack. Flames licked up his spine, and Getty was afraid he was gonna come right there, right then. Donnchadh pulled back enough to tip his head and slant their mouths together more deeply. His tongue licked Getty’s teeth, swept the depths of his desire. Getty’s hair was in both their eyes, a lustrous tangle that kept them from looking at each other clearly.