Gerry hurried from the washroom of the club, his pits, crotch, and face still damp from the half-ass scrub-down he’d given them. For some reason, every second they were separated made Gerry anxious—not for him, but for Mark. Suddenly, these interesting, vivacious people around him had become predators, feral beasts waiting to home in on Mark and use him up until he was empty.
He didn’t see Deidre approach until it was almost too late. Gerry gasped a quick, “s**t!” and grabbed both her hands before the two of them were showered with the sparkling pink drinks she held.
“There you are, love!” She shoved one hand forward and grinned wide. “I brought you a drink. Thought you might need the rehydration, if you catch my drift.”
He released her hands and accepted the glass. “What I need is a sh
