After he'd circled the bar several times, he decided Connor wasn't there given none of the guys looked anything like Marcus's description. Dylan knew he was looking for a young, slender, handsome smaller man with straight black hair and green eyes yet no one here matched that description. As he was preparing to leave, the front door of the bar opened and a shorter male entered. Dylan's hair nearly stood on end when he got a good look at him.
Connor Black was shorter than Dylan, maybe five foot nine as Marcus had stated. His smaller frame was packed into tight denim button front jeans and a collared red shirt was visible under his black leather jacket. As he stepped under a spotlight at the entrance, Dylan noted the black shoulder length hair almost immediately. He watched him closely as the man moved around to the far side of the bar and sat, removing his jacket before placing it across his lap. Connor was instantly flanked on both sides by interested men who filled the barstools around him.
Dammit! How was Dylan going to make his move when it seemed everyone in the bar was suddenly interested in its newest customer? Dylan took a seat across from him and watched as Connor smiled a dimpled smile when a large older man offered to buy him a drink. He nodded his agreement and the older guy made a big production of ordering for Connor and leaning into Connor's personal space, placing his hairy arm along the back of his barstool. Connor picked up the drink that had been placed in front of him and took a sip as the bear started playing with the smaller man's hair at the back of his collar.
Fear rose in Dylan's chest as he watched the best hope of Jared's freedom melt away right in front of him. He had to act before Connor left the bar with this guy. He slid off his barstool throwing down a ten to cover the cost of the still full beer that sat in front of him and walked around to where Connor sat. The guy who bought Connor's drink lifted his head and glared at Dylan and Dylan watched as the man's hand landed possessively on the back of Connor's neck.
Connor looked up, surprised at the touch and seemed to follow the path of the man's eyes that now pierced Dylan with daggers as he approached the two. Dylan took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. Though he knew the guy would clearly fight him for Connor, he was determined to win the prize. He had no choice. Dylan walked up behind Connor and tapped Connor on the shoulder. When Connor spun around and connected eyes with Dylan, Dylan felt his heart skip a beat. Connor Black was stunning. His light eyes were the color of bright fern and his features looked to be perfectly sculpted out of marble. His face was so beautiful, all Dylan could think was that the guy looked positively angelic.
Connor blinked up at him and smiled shyly. Dylan's heart began a rapid thumping in his chest as he gazed down at the beauty shining out at him. When Connor's smile deepened and the dimples appeared, Dylan began to salivate, frozen in place. The older man, whose arm was now fully around Connor, brought Dylan back to reality when he cleared his throat.
"Can I help you with somethin'?" The older man drawled loudly. Dylan's gaze shifted reluctantly from Connor's face to the glowering look on the face next to him.
"Yes, but not from you sweet pea," Dylan said nonchalantly, looking the older guy right in the eye in a direct challenge. "I was just gonna ask this sweet thing if he'd like to dance." Dylan forced himself to breathe through the dazzling smile he sent Connor as he returned his gaze to the shorter man's face.
