Whispers, Rumors, & Lies

By C.J. Baty

Lucky Valentino didn't believe in love. It was nothing more than whispers, rumors, and lies. His world was just fine with the men who passed by for a moment. Even when his brother Adam tried to convince him, he still didn't believe it. That is, until he saw an angel's silhouette in a window above the new dance club, WIngs.

Angelo Martin moved to Phoenix to start over. He was tired of the whispers, rumors, and lies that had plagued him for years. Wings was a chance at a new beginning and the last thing he ever intended to do was fall in love again. The club was a huge success, even with Angelo's rule about no sex in the club.

One dance between two strangers, made them question everything. One night of passion, changed their worlds forever. Could one broken rule make Lucky and his Angel believe that lvoe was so much more than whispers, rumors, or lies?

• Language: English
• Publisher: C.J. Baty
• Release date: Jul 20, 2017
• ISBN: 9781532782930

C.J. Baty

CJ Baty dreamed of writing her own stories from a very young age. Time and life got in the way, but with the encouragement of her two grownup children, she began to follow that dream. She loves a mystery and when you mix in romance and hot men, you can bet there’s going to be a happily ever after. She brings her love of nature and the mountains of the Southern states into her stores too. Too many years spent in an office crunching numbers, left her with the desire to explore new places and experiences. Whenever, possible you can find her in Tennessee enjoying the fresh air and beautiful scenery. Her muse lives there so she visits often. She believes deeply that love is love and love is what binds us all.

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Dedication

This book is dedicated to the readers who have followed me along this journey and who have always been there to support me. I want to thank Alicia R. for your help making this story look so good.  And mostly, I'd like to thank Caitlyn for being the most understanding daughter a mom could ever have.

Chapter One

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The boy’s mouth was fucking perfection. The way he worked my cock should have been a crime. If the religious conservatives had their way, it still would be! Damn, this was no time start laughing. I felt Blaine’s nose in my pubes. The tingle started again and got my full attention. I knew without a doubt the boy was sniffing my neatly trimmed curls. Blaine could hardly stay still, he was enjoying himself so much. A soft groan escaped him. It always made this so much more exciting because Blaine sucked me like he needed it even more than air to breathe.

Blaine, baby, so fucking good, I encouraged him. He deserved it. Not that I had any real feelings for him. Not that I had any real feelings for anyone. I’d learned the hard way, feelings just got you kicked in the ass. Nope, Lucky Valentino didn’t need those kind of feelings.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, my subconscious was telling me it was wrong using Blaine, but then I’d been used when I was young, too. So I knew Blaine would live through it. It had made me stronger, able to control my emotions. I knew he thought he was in love with me, but that would pass. As far as I could tell, there was no such thing as love. It was something people whispered about. A rumor that was just a lie. People pretended they loved you, then they threw you away like used newspaper out of the bottom of a birdcage.

Baby, what’s wrong, Blaine cooed. He looked up from his kneeling position with large brown eyes shaded with confusion instead of lust. That wouldn’t do. Stop thinking, old boy, and give the kid what he wants.

Shit, don’t stop! Suck my cock. What are you waiting for, I barked.

Blaine got back to work immediately, with even more fervor. I shut out everything else, especially my fucking brain, and just felt. The sounds coming from Blaine and the heat from his mouth began to drown out everything else.

Moments later, I was releasing my load down Blaine’s throat. He hummed, drinking every drop like it was his favorite drink. That's when I felt his body jerking. The kid was coming in his jeans.

Petting his silky locks, I withdrew my cock from his lips. He was still trying to taste me. Carefully I put my cock back in my jeans and zipped up. Fun time was over. I had a club to run.

Thanks, that was... Blaine trailed off, all dreamy-eyed.

Yeah, it was, kid. The words made me feel off as I said them. I didn’t want to hurt Blaine, not really. I unlocked the office door and gave him a smile.

I’ve got to get to work. Come on. Go have a drink on me. I pushed him into the hall leading to the main floor of the club.

’Kay. Later. Blaine headed out to find his next mouthful, proudly sporting a large damp circle on the front of his jeans. He’d be bragging to the other twinks how he got it before he even got to the bar.

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Seeing Adam, my younger brother, behind the bar put a real smile on my face. His presence alone kept things quiet in Lucky’s Place, and that's the way I liked it. Adam was well over six feet tall with biceps the size of most men’s thighs, not to mention how the rest of him looked in a white wifebeater. Adam got his looks from our father. They both had the black hair, but I favored our mother. Where Adam’s face was sharp angles, my face was softer, rounder. I had taken after mom's build, as well. Slender and lean compared to Adam’s muscle and girth.

I saw the two guys sitting at the far end of the bar drooling into their drinks. They were stumbling over their words when they would look up at Adam and order. I couldn't help laughing. Rumor had it that Adam was gay. It was a lie. He wasn’t even bi. He hadn't been a disappointment to our Sicilian father, not like me. When our father had thrown me out, Adam had trailed along behind and we had been each other's family ever since. It was all the family we would ever need. If I could just learn to like or even put up with Adam’s bitch of a girlfriend, things would be even better. But that bitch pissed me off, so that wasn’t likely to change anytime soon.

A nod from Adam caught my attention. I looked casually over at the guys still ogling my brother. Adam mouthed, "You should hear this shit." I walked behind the bar and picked up a log sheet. Pretending to take inventory of the bottles lined up across the back sideboard, I listened in on their conversation.

I heard the dancers are ripped so tight, it hurts to look at them, the tall, thin guy with dirty blond hair said. His moaning sounded creepy.

How the hell can anyone know that? The club doesn’t even open till Saturday night, the stocky brunet grunted back.

I heard a rumor from some guy who makes deliveries there. Tall-and-skinny took a swig of his beer.

Yeah, well, I heard the owner’s got some strict rule about no blowing or fucking in his club, dark-and-obviously-horny spat back. What’s up with that? That’s what clubs are for, isn’t it, hooking up?

You’re right about that, Ralph, the blond said as he rubbed long, slender fingers over the other man’s hand. Thank fuck the owner of Lucky’s doesn’t mind a little jizz on the floor of the back hall.

I nodded toward Adam. He set them up with another round of shots and beers. Setting the drinks down in front of them, he said, Compliments of the owner. Both men gushed and mumbled their thanks, making Adam roll his eyes.

Ever seen him? Skinny asked as he threw back his shot, then sipped on his beer. You know, the guy that owns this place. Rumor has it he’s straight but likes to watch guys getting it on. They both laughed.

Who the hell did they think they were? Gossiping about me like two old women in rocking chairs. Me, fucking Lucky Valentino! Adam’s right arm crossed in front of my body to stop my movement toward the two assholes at the bar. The look on Adam’s face let me know he’d handle it.

"Look, guys, the owner says you’re done. So pay up and get the fuck out." Adam leaned on the bar in front of the two men and flexed his biceps.

Both men jumped back, threw a few bills on the counter and then made for the door. I could hear Skinny tell his fuck-buddy that they’d just go check out Wings when it opened. He patted the other’s man ass as they left.

Nobody talked about me in my own place... nobody!