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Dalton’s
grip was strong and solid, Eldridge felt as if he was being surveyed from top
to bottom. Dalton looked at him as if he were a bug under a microscope. He
crossed over to stand in front of Dalton and extended his hand in greeting.
    Eldridge surveyed the man before him with rapt
attention. Damn , thought Eldridge, as
he eyed the man in front of him. Large was the first word that popped into
Eldridge’s mind. Even sitting the man had an imposing figure. Dalton had to be
at least six feet, six inches tall. Eldridge wondered if the size of his cock
would match his height. His pants become tighter than they already were and his
face heated as he continued to stare from beneath his lowered eyelashes. Hair
so blond, it was almost white, hung past the man’s shoulders, held back with a
leather thong. The strands looked silky. But what really drew Eldridge was the eyes; cobalt blue, piercing, and the kind of eyes
that could look straight into a man’s soul. Eldridge shook his head as if
coming out of a fog and composed himself. This was a man Eldridge would
definitely want to get to know better.
    Eldridge didn’t even know if the man was gay.
There was no way someone that large and masculine could be gay. And a Dom to boot. Some woman would be very lucky to land
that fine specimen of a man.
    But Dalton held his hand just a touch to long
for a casual handshake, and something sparked briefly in his eyes.
    “Nice to meet you,
Dalton.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Holy fuck , thought Dalton. When
Johnson told him that Issy had talked her friend into
coming to the club, he had no idea it would be the beauty in front of him. He
actually expected it to be a woman, whom Johnson would expect him to be polite
to, for Issy’s sake. Johnson would not expect more,
since they all knew he was gay, but he never expected Eldridge.
    Dalton thought back to the conversation he’d
had that morning with Johnson and the other partners of Club Rebellion . He really needed to pay
more attention to the guys when they talked other than business issues.
    “Dalton,” Johnson spoke as
he stretched his long legs out in front of him. “ Issy is bringing her best friend to the club tonight.” Best
friend, oh yeah.
    “The guy, right?” Dalton answered, barely paying attention.
    “Yes, Bro, focus please.
You know the guy she’s known since second grade?” Johnson sounded exasperated .
    “What the fuck! You let Issy hang out with a guy?”
    “Best friends Dalton and
besides have you met my gorgeous woman? Like I’m going to tell her she can’t
hang out with her BFF.” Johnson chuckled at his word choice.
    Looking at him now, Dalton concluded that
Eldridge was not only gay, but submissive, and Dalton would love to get his
hands on the cutie. He could picture the man’s plump lips wrapped around his
prick, lapping at his precum as he played with the
slit. Or better yet, Dalton would love to get a hold of that ass. Even from
this vantage point it appeared to be a nice ass. One that
could fit in the palms of his hands, for holding, pounding or spanking.
    “How’s it going?” Dalton spoke in cool, hushed
tones as he took Eldridge’s hand in his, holding just a moment longer than
usual. He noticed the sage green eyes looked at him through slightly long curly
bangs and made no attempt to move his hand either. Dalton released the hand and
patted the sofa next to him. He deduced that Eldridge was nervous, but could
not tell from what, yet. This skittish man had to be his. No way was Dalton
allowing him to walk out of the club without sampling him.
      Eldridge
sat, but a look of abject terror crossed his face. He fidgeted in the seat and
looked toward Issy and Johnson. A slightly devilish
streak in Dalton made him smirk at the possibility of making Eldridge nervous.
    “Do you like to be called Eldridge or El?”
Dalton really didn’t care what he called the slender man as long as he called
him.
    “Either or is fine, but most people call me
Eldridge,