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  Table of Contents

  Books by K. Evan Coles and Brigham Vaughn

  Title Page

  Legal Page

  Book Description

  Dedication

  Trademark Acknowledgements

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

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  EXTRA DIRTY

  K. EVAN COLES AND BRIGHAM VAUGHN

  Extra Dirty

  ISBN # 978-1-78651-709-8

  ©Copyright K. Evan Coles and Brigham Vaughn 2019

  Cover Art by Cherith Vaughan ©Copyright March 2019

  Interior text design by Claire Siemaszkiewicz

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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  Published in 2019 by Pride Publishing, United Kingdom.

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  Pride Publishing is an imprint of Totally Entwined Group Limited.

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  Book two in the Speakeasy series

  Love, served extra dirty.

  Jesse Murtagh loves his life as a wealthy bisexual businessman dedicated to the pursuit of pleasure. With a circle of friends he trusts implicitly, he enjoys a successful career in his family’s business and as co-owner of Under, an uptown speakeasy, with his friend with benefits, Kyle McKee.

  Music teacher and part-time DJ Cameron Lewis lives modestly in a DUMBO loft and isn’t interested in serious relationships. However, he’s always up for some casual fun.

  Doing a favor for his friend Carter Hamilton, Jesse meets Cam and is immediately charmed. When Jesse discovers Cam’s other life as a DJ, he is further intrigued. Viewing Cam as a challenge, Jesse pulls out all the stops, but his usual methods to avoid serious relationships fail. Though Cam has no intention of becoming attached, he begins to fall for Jesse, unaware that Jesse’s feelings are changing.

  Afraid of heartbreak, Cam pulls away, leaving Jesse bewildered and hurt. They remain friends until a series of misunderstandings widens the rift to breaking point. When Cam steps in to help Jesse through a family crisis, they realize they care for each other more than they’ve been willing to admit. Jesse and Cam don’t want a traditional relationship, but can they build a future that makes them both happy?

  Dedication

  Extra Dirty and the Speakeasy books came upon us out of the blue as we wrote the second book in the Tidal series. It wouldn’t have been possible without the incredibly supportive people in our lives and some scene-stealing secondary characters.

  For my husband, who is patient and encouraging of my endless scribbling.

  For my son, who makes me laugh every single day.

  For the people in and around my life who inspire me, let me be weird and make me feel brave.

  And for Brigham Vaughn, who endures thousands of questions, listens to my rants, indulges my kooky humor and is nearly always willing to put pen to paper when our stars align.

  — K. Evan Coles

  This book is for my friends who were patient when I was too busy writing or editing to spend time with them. For the people who cheered me on and had faith in my writing long before I did. For my parents, who are the best patrons of the arts a writer could ask for.

  And, mostly, for K. Evan Coles, who got me into reading and writing gay romance in the first place. I wouldn’t be here without you! It’s been a wonderful—and occasionally frustrating—journey. There’s no one I would rather have done it with.

  —Brigham Vaughn

  K. and Brigham would also like to thank:

  Their patient beta readers Shell Taylor, Rebecca Spence, Allison Hickman, Tracey Kemple and Sally Hopkinson. You helped us mold the story you see before you today. We could not have done it without you.

  And the Speakeasy Crew who just won’t stop talking—Jesse, Kyle, Will, Carter and Riley. Those boys have got a whole lot more company these days.

  Trademark Acknowledgements

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Band-Aid: Johnson & Johnson

  Cafe Bustelo: The J. M. Smucker Company

  Captain Kirk: Gene Rodenberry

  Celadrin: Pharmachem Laboratories, Inc

  Christiania vodka: Christiania Distillery

  Connaught Hotel: Maybourne Hotel Group.

  Crockpot: Sunbeam Products, Inc.

  The CW: The CW Television Network

  Dopp kit: Samsonite International S.A.

  Fallout: Bethesda Softworks LLC

  Gatorade: The Gatorade Company, Inc.

  Google: Google LLC

  Industry City Distillery: Peter Simon, David Kyrejko, Zac Bruner

  Iron Man: The Walt Disney Company

  Jolie Folle: Crazy Beautiful Wines

  Luxardo: Girolamo Luxardo S.p.A

  Lyft: Lyft, Inc.

  Mad Men: Lionsgate Television

  Glenmorangie single malt: The Glenmorangie Company Ltd

  Netflix: Netflix, Inc.

  Range Rover: Jaguar Land Rover Automotive PLC

  Seven Nation Army: Jack White

  Star Trek: Paramount Pictures Corporation

  Supergirl: Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc.

  Tinder: IAC/InterActiveCorp

  Truvada: Gilead Sciences, Inc

  Widow Jane: Daniel Preston

  Yoda: Lucasfilm Ltd. LLC

  You’re So Vain: Carly Simon

  Zipcar: Avis Budget Group

  Chapter One

  April 2015

  Jesse Murtagh set down the packet of financial statements he’d
been reviewing and smiled. He was seated in the back office of Under, a speakeasy in Morningside Heights, and life was good.

  With Under approaching its one-year anniversary, the bar’s earnings surpassed expectations each quarter. They boasted a full guest list every night, and Under appeared as a “must visit” on New York’s fashionable lifestyle blogs and guides. Business was booming. And its success meant everything to Jesse and his business partner, Kyle McKee.

  In addition to being Under’s co-owner, Kyle also happened to be one of Jesse’s favorite people in the world and one of his favorite partners in bed. Jesse would bet he’d find Kyle out in the speakeasy right now, too, readying the place for opening.

  Jesse got to his feet. He locked the papers in the desk, then exited the office and moved toward the long bar that ran the length of the room. Under had a masculine, sophisticated vibe. Sleek leather seating areas dotted the room and open shelves lined the walls, backlit with amber lamps that cast a warm glow over bottles of rare and high-end liquors. On a typical evening, house music throbbed through the air by now, but Jesse and Kyle were holding a private party tonight, and silence reigned, save the sounds of Kyle at work.

  “Hey, gorgeous,” Jesse drawled. “When did you get here?”

  Kyle glanced up at Jesse’s approach. He smiled and the quirk of his full lips sent a ripple of heat through Jesse’s body.

  “About an hour ago.” He shrugged easily. Kyle had dressed in black, as he always did for work, and rolled his shirtsleeves up to the elbow. His muscled forearms flexed as he polished a rocks glass. “I saw Matt upstairs when I came in. He told me you were here, but I figured you’d be busy counting the money. Thought I’d leave you to it.”

  Jesse rounded the bar with a laugh. “You know me too well.”

  Opening the speakeasy had been a departure from his usual business of running a growing regional media conglomerate with his family. Jesse had never even worked in a bar or restaurant, let alone owned one. But Kyle had mentioned the idea of opening a bar one night over dinner and drinks, and the way his dark eyes had shone had captured Jesse’s fancy.

  Jesse had mulled the idea over for several days, then brought it to his brother, Eric. He’d hoped Eric would talk him out of it and had thrown up his hands when Eric merely smiled.

  ’I’m not sure who you think you’re fooling, Jes,’ Eric had said. ‘I can already tell you’ve made up your mind to do it.’

  And so, Jesse had found himself working with his accountants and his lawyer to create a business proposal. Within two weeks of that fateful dinner, he’d presented it to Kyle. They’d celebrated by screwing each other senseless, then started scouting for a location the very next day.

  Jesse stepped up behind Kyle now and molded himself against his body. He wound his arms around Kyle’s waist, careful to avoid the glass in his hands.

  In many ways, Kyle appeared to be Jesse’s opposite. His elegant, clean-shaven features and dark hair contrasted with Jesse’s short beard and dark-blond, blue-eyed coloring. Jesse broadcasted his emotions, whereas Kyle was more reserved. Both men stood at six feet and were built long and lean, like runners. But where Jesse could be coltish in his movements, Kyle’s were deliberate and graceful. Kyle, Jesse liked to say, had found his Zen.

  Jesse nuzzled the side of Kyle’s neck. “I take it last month’s numbers are good?” Kyle’s voice went low and throaty.

  “Indeed.” Jesse pulled him closer. He angled his hips and pressed his groin against Kyle’s muscular ass, and his body paid immediate attention to that firm heat. “The numbers are so good, in fact, I think we should celebrate.” He pressed a lingering kiss to Kyle’s throat.

  Kyle leaned back into him with a rumbling noise. He set the glass he’d been polishing on the bar. “What did you have in mind?”

  “Next weekend off—Masen can handle things in your absence.”

  “Well, he’ll like that.”

  Kyle sounded amused. They’d hired Masen Jones earlier in the year to help out, and he’d quickly become Kyle’s right-hand man.

  “A whole weekend, though… I don’t know, Jes.”

  Jesse dropped one hand and palmed Kyle through his trousers, and, oh, yes, he was hard. Kyle let out a soft gasp.

  “Friday and Saturday, then,” Jesse bargained. He closed his eyes, heat flashing under his skin as Kyle pushed back and ground against him. “We’ll go to that club in Chelsea you told me about.”

  “Oh, fine.” Kyle turned in the circle of his arms. “I’ll bring Jarrod and Gale as backup,” he added, then looped his arms around Jesse’s neck. “They can walk me home after you find someone to disappear with.”

  Jesse grinned. “You really do know me too well,” he murmured and covered Kyle’s mouth with his own.

  The kiss deepened and Kyle groaned. Jesse palmed him again, his touch rough, and pressed Kyle backward hard into the bar. Kyle’s cock twitched under Jesse’s hand, and he broke away with a sharp inhale.

  “Jesus.”

  “Jesse will do.”

  Jesse let Kyle go and leaned back enough to get his hands on Kyle’s belt. Desire pulsed through him. Quickly, he opened Kyle’s trousers and pushed the dark fabric down his legs. Kyle’s eyes were wild when Jesse looked up again and a flush stained his cheeks and neck. He uttered a soft moan as Jesse sank to his knees.

  Jesse kissed Kyle’s thighs. He kneaded the soft, fair skin with his hands and dragged Kyle’s boxer briefs down. Kyle sighed as his cock slipped free of the underwear and jutted up onto his abdomen.

  Jesse pressed his face into the juncture between Kyle’s thigh and groin and inhaled the smell of almond-scented soap and sweat and man. “Damn,” he said, his voice low. “You always smell so good.”

  Kyle ran his hands over Jesse’s head, then twined his fingers into his short hair. That possessive touch sent a jolt of lust zigzagging down Jesse’s spine. He loved it when Kyle got rough.

  Shifting, he held tight to Kyle’s hips and opened his mouth at the base of his cock. He slowly dragged his tongue along its length.

  “Oh, God.” Kyle’s low whisper set a fire in Jesse’s belly.

  He licked and teased the shaft before he ducked down and caught Kyle’s balls with his tongue. He lavished them with attention until Kyle moaned steadily, then looked up and locked eyes with him. The dazed bliss on his face made Jesse’s dick throb.

  “Suck me,” Kyle rasped out.

  Jesse pulled back. He braced one arm across Kyle’s abdomen and wrapped his free hand around his base. Very, very slowly, he slid his lips over Kyle, reveling in the bittersweet taste and weight of the hard, velvety flesh on his tongue.

  He took Kyle deep and waited until his nose brushed the curls of hair on his groin before he swallowed. Kyle’s eyes went wide. Jesse pinned him against the bar, and he bucked his hips forward, a strangled noise tearing out of him.

  Kyle tipped his head back as Jesse sucked. He closed his eyes and swore, and his ragged tone went straight to Jesse’s groin. Jesse dropped his free hand and palmed himself, past caring if he shot in his pants.

  He worked Kyle hard with his mouth until a shudder racked his frame. Jesse moved the arm pinning Kyle’s hips, which left him free to fuck Jesse’s mouth. Kyle opened his eyes again and stared at Jesse, his gaze filled with fire. He started to thrust and desire rattled down Jesse’s spine. He groaned with need and closed his eyes when Kyle gasped.

  “Gonna come, Jes,” Kyle said, his voice rough and desperate. He tensed at Jesse’s moan. Then Jesse pressed the fingers of his free hand into the soft skin behind Kyle’s balls, and Kyle fell apart with a cry.

  He tightened his grip on Jesse’s hair and his knees buckled. Jesse used his shoulder to hold Kyle up. His balls tightened as Kyle pulsed in his mouth, and he swallowed, tasting bitter and salt.

  Kyle’s panting breaths echoed through the silent bar. Jesse pulled off, his head swimming, and Kyle freed his shaking hands from Jesse’s hair. He bent and hauled Jesse to his feet, and Jesse stumb
led and clutched at Kyle.

  “You okay?” Kyle asked with a smile.

  “Dizzy. And I wanna fuck you right now,” Jesse muttered. Jesus, he needed to come. He pulled Kyle in for a messy kiss and ground his erection against Kyle’s thigh until Kyle broke away with a breathless laugh.

  “I think we’ve violated enough health codes for now,” Kyle said. “Besides, we don’t have any lube or rubbers.”

  “There’s some in the office.”

  “We used them up last weekend.”

  Jesse whined and rutted harder into Kyle. “Fuck.”

  “I said no,” Kyle scolded, his tone playful and his brown eyes gleaming. He pulled his trousers up. No sooner were they buttoned than he sank to his knees and reached for Jesse’s belt. “Lucky for you, there’s time for me to suck you off and clean up.”

  Kyle worked Jesse’s fly open and leaned in. He spread his palms over Jesse’s thighs and mouthed him through his boxer briefs. Goosebumps rose along Jesse’s arms at the press of damp heat and cotton against his erection. Leaning forward, he braced his hands against the gleaming bar, arrested by the sight of his friend. Kyle shut his eyes and nuzzled Jesse through his clothes. His long, dark lashes fanned over his fair skin, and his lips were parted and wet. He looked unbelievably erotic.

  Jesse cupped his jaw. “Mmm, baby.”

  Kyle opened his eyes. He hooked his fingertips under the waistband of Jesse’s boxer briefs, then pulled his trousers and briefs down. Jesse hissed. He bit his lip hard when his cock sprang free, and Kyle swallowed him down.

  Jesse’s world exploded in a roar of pleasure that wiped his mind clean.

  Life was very good indeed.