Vincent’s c**k stirred at the sight of the other man—a not uncommon reaction to David’s presence. The Irish look had never been particularly attractive to him. As near as he could tell, it had never done it for Jimmy, either. Now they were both being driven to distraction by redheads with blue eyes and creamy skin. He had never f****d a redhead before, and he wondered if this particular redhead had ever let anybody f**k him.
Vincent scanned the crowd, doing his best to pick out the faces in the dim light. He didn’t expect to see anybody dangerous, but it was his job to know who was in the room at all times. Everybody who wasn’t drowning in their booze was completely enraptured by the musicians. Some people were trying to dance, but they weren’t getting far. There just wasn’t enough room t
