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I started to move. His lips curled up, and he nodded in approval, fingers settling a little harder against my hips. A couple of his digits slid up off my jeans, his skin rubbing against mine. A new song came on, and the beat changed, this one a little more my style, and my body moved with it fluidly.
“There you go,” he yelled, shifting a little closer.
We said nothing else as we learned how the other moved, his hands occasionally guiding me in a certain direction or his eyes catching mine so he could smile.
I started to relax some, the music loosening the tension I always seemed to carry. We were both slick with sweat, our chests heaving, when he leaned in again.
“When I heard you came out, my dick got so hard.”
Shocked, I jolted back enough so I could look into his eyes. One of his hands left my hip and slid up my back toward my shoulder. His teeth flashed, glowing bright in the black light.
I felt rather than heard his laugh. “You have no idea how fucking hot you are.”
I continued to stare, finally managing a, “Seriously?”
“Oh yeah. You could have your pick of any single member of our club.” His eyes crinkled when he added, “Hell, probably some of the taken ones too.”
“No way!” I yelled.
His head bobbed. Leaning in, he yell-whispered, “Oh, yes way.”
His face pulled back, but both arms slipped around my waist, tugging me in so our bodies were flush against each other. His hips pulsed, thrusting lightly against mine, and as he moved, I felt his dick slightly hardening beneath his jeans.
He was a good-looking guy. Easy to talk to. Upfront about his feelings. Totally into me. So when he wet his lips, pushed his thigh between my legs, and lowered his head… I should have kissed him.
At the last minute, I turned my face, his lips brushing across my cheek instead. Unoffended, he kissed there, his nose tracing across my skin toward my ear where he dipped into my neck.
I waited for the brush of his lips, wondering why I didn’t anticipate it. Wondering why my skin couldn’t burn for his.
But it wasn’t him I wanted. It wasn’t him my heart fluttered for. For him, I found curiosity and maybe even a little awe… but not desire. Not want.
Those things, it seemed, were exclusively reserved for Max.
Theo’s body shifted even closer, our chests colliding. My stomach clenched, the urge to push away coming in hot, my body and mind putting on the brakes like a crash was imminent.
Before I could back away, a hard, possessive hand slammed down around the back of my neck, squeezing with so much force that, for a second, it was all I knew. I was yanked back, nearly off my feet, and spun around where I tumbled into a solid chest. An arm belted around me, pinning my body tight, and the hand still gripping the back of my neck applied crushing pressure behind my ears, making my head fall back.
All the confidence I thought the dude behind me had? It disintegrated as though it didn’t even exist compared to the absolute ownership in the lips that overtook mine.
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Max
Lethim find it somewhere else.
Those words were an icepick to my heart. Mental torture to an already suffering man.
I refused to come.
I couldn’t stay away.
So here I was in the middle of a bunch of drunks gyrating against each other like this was some kind of glow-in-the-dark orgy. An orgy Wes insisted on attending to meet a guy who was hot for him. A man who was not me.
Heat trapped beneath my jacket made my skin bead with sweat and my shirt stick to me. It only increased the agitation I felt as I shoved through the bodies looking for Wes.
What if I’m too late?
What if he left with that flyer-toting golden retriever and was getting his drool all over him? Just the thought of someone else putting their lips on Wes, marking him in any way, made all the violence inside me that I vehemently tried to deny rise.
