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I only had eyes for Ander.
Ander, whose body was so close to mine, winding and grinding and driving me completely and utterly in-fucking-sane. I drank him in, tracking his every movement with my gaze, not wanting to miss a second of what was probably a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. My dick didn’t even stand a chance, and there was no way that he could have missed it when he rolled his hips down into my lap. I white-knuckled the edges of my seat, my heart beating out of my chest, and tried to remember how to breathe.
His rhythm faltered, so briefly that I doubted anyone but me caught it, but then he was popping back up and spinning around, his hands going to the back of my chair as he rolled his body again. I focused on the beads of sweat running down the ridges of his abs, not daring to look at his face. My cheeks were flaming, and I could probably pass that off as being hot, but my erection…not so much.
A loud siren noise pierced through my panic, marking the end of the challenge, and I sucked in a relieved breath, collapsing back, my eyes falling closed.
“Time to decide our winner!” The mic guy’s voice boomed through the space, and the noise of the crowd increased. “Revolve, make some noise for your favourite dancer!”
I opened my eyes again to watch him make his way down the row of chairs, pausing at each one. The cheers grew noticeably louder when he stopped in front of my chair. Ander stood facing out towards the crowd, the backs of his legs brushing against my knees. He flexed, blowing kisses and playing to the crowd, and the cheers increased.
“It’s not over yet. Make some noise for our final dancer!” The announcer moved to the last chair in the row, which was JJ’s. JJ had dragged one of his dancer friends up here to dance for, and he was waving his hands, encouraging them to cheer louder. JJ himself was wiggling around, showboating just as much as Ander had, if not more, and the noise from the crowd grew even louder.
The announcer leaned into JJ, covering the mic with his hand, and JJ said something to him. When he turned back around, he waved his hand with a flourish.
“We have a winner! Give it up for dancer number seven, JJ!”
At his words, the music kicked in, and foam sprayed out across the club. Bubbles began pumping out from somewhere above us, iridescent globes that caught the rainbow of lights sweeping across them. JJ accepted the huge bottle of champagne that another guy brought over to him, then laughing, he shook it up, sending a shower of fizzing, sparkling liquid into the crowd, like he was a Formula 1 champion or something.
Ander swiped the bottle from JJ’s hand, shaking it up and then dousing JJ with it. JJ grabbed it back, throwing his arm around Ander and tipping what was left over his head, both of them collapsing with laughter. Seeing Ander so happy made me happy, but it was bittersweet. He fit here so perfectly. Just not with me.
My realisation was hammered home when JJ shouted something to him about having his pick of the guys here tonight after that performance.
For the first time all night, I was filled with perfect clarity. I needed to do what was best for me.
I needed to let Ander go. Tonight.
8
Idisentangled myself from JJ, spinning back around to face my best friend. Except, he wasn’t there. His shirt had disappeared too.
A weirdly disappointed feeling went through me, but I couldn’t blame him for leaving. I’d coerced him into joining me onstage, after all.
He’d liked it, though.
I’d felt the hard press of his erection against my ass, and my dick had reacted, swelling in my jeans.
Although, if I were honest with myself, I’d been half-hard ever since…fuck, I couldn’t recall exactly. But being up on stage had obviously done something for my dick. Did I have a previously unknown exhibition kink? Probably.
A thought stopped me in my tracks.HadElliot liked it? Or was it a natural reaction? Because if I’d had a hot girl grinding all over my dick, there’d be no way I wouldn’t get a hard-on.
Yeah. Fuck, what was I thinking? I’d dragged my poor best friend up on stage under duress, and he’d had a natural reaction despite everything.
It suddenly hit me. I was a fuckingterriblebest mate. Why had I forced Elliot to go through all that when he clearly hadn’t wanted to? He’d been hesitant from the start, and yet I’d steamrollered over his objections, only considering my own goals. I was so fucking selfish. I needed to find him so I could apologise, to promise I wouldn’t coerce him into doing anything like that again.
Scrambling off the stage, I scanned the club, my vision obscured by the foam flying everywhere.Where was he?
Finally, after scouring the entire dance floor, my gaze caught on to the familiar sight of Liam and Noah and then slid to their right. I had to squint for a minute, but then I sawthem.
My best friend, standing very, very close to the guy he’d been hanging out with for most of the night. As I watched, the guy leaned in and kissed Elliot.
My stomach churned. Fuck. I was going to be sick. The drinks I’d had must’ve been stronger than I thought.
I tore my gaze away. I couldn’t watch them.
Liam caught my eye, and even from this distance, I could see his brows pull together.You okay? he mouthed, and I nodded, already on the move, heading in the direction of the toilets. If I was going to be sick, I wasn’t going to make a fool of myself out here.
In the toilets, I bypassed the urinals and stalls, making my way to the line of sinks. I ran the tap of the farthest sink, splashing water on my face. In the mirror, my cheeks were flushed, and my eyes looked like I’d fucking done pills or some shit—wild, crazy, blown pupils. This night wasn’t going to plan.
