Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Alex bit back a grin. “If you don’t dance, that’s what you become.”
I shook my head and took Jordan’s jacket off his hands.
My eyes tracked Alex the whole way to the dance floor, where he lifted his arms in the air, closed his eyes, and took in the music. Fucking hell, I could watch him all night.
In the middle of the second song, Jordan stripped off his top, and to my utter amazement, Alex followed suit. He wiped his brow with the fabric, then hung the shirt around his neck. His smile was shy and his eyes hungry as they sought mine. My gaze panned from his hair to his chest, where his nipples stood prominent, either from the cool air hitting them or my admiring eyes. Alex dipped his head and turned away, giving me his back, and that ass…not at all a bad view.
Except it got better and a hell of a lot more interesting when both of them pushed down their pants to reveal their swim briefs underneath. They draped the pants over their shoulders and kept dancing, receiving appreciative glances from every direction, and I was getting hot under the collar—or rather, Alex’s collar. Even Steve perked up and began dancing with Jordan, his hands as greedy as his eyes.
I waffled between staring openly at Alex and marching onto the dance floor to throw his jacket over his shoulders. Especially when there were more hands and eyes on him as a result, like sharks circling the waters. Alex was eating it up, though, even as his skin flushed pink and his eyes kept darting in my direction every other second to check that I was watching him.
Once the song ended, Alex was winded, his neck rosy red, and he could barely meet my eyes as he slipped his pants back on but kept his shirt hanging around his neck. He left the dance floor alone and made a beeline toward me.
“Did you enjoy the surprise?” he asked as soon as he reached me.
I nodded as I pushed a lock of damp hair off his forehead. “Bold Alex is very sexy.”
He smiled as he fanned himself, sweat clinging to his temples as he tried to catch his breath in the humid space.
Once I handed off Jordan’s jacket to a group member who was cooling off, I gripped Alex’s hand and tugged him toward the exit.
“Where are we going?” Alex asked, easily following.
“To get you some air,” I said over my shoulder. And me as well.
As soon as we reached the vacant hallway near the door, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I caged him against the wall, my fingers gripping his chin and angling his face to mine. “Fucking hell, Alex. You in those tiny briefs, dancing like that.”
His eyes were wide through the mask, the raw longing in them making my heart bang against my chest. I lifted the mask over his forehead and kissed each of his cheeks.
“Better?” I asked, and when he nodded, I gave him a pointed look. “Bet the mask helped with some of that sexy confidence.”
“Probably.” He shrugged. “Or maybe it’s just you being here.”
“You’re gonna be the death of me.” I seized his mouth in a hungry kiss. As my tongue slipped past his lips, my fingernails trailing along his bare rib cage, I was rewarded with a throaty groan.
His hands slipped inside the jacket and gripped the back of my shirt. I pinned him with my body and nipped at his jaw, throat, and lips, wanting to devour him right there. He moaned as I sucked on his tongue, tasting all of him. When our mouths fitted back together for a deep and long kiss, I was in heaven.
He gasped as we came up for air, and I could feel the swell of his cock through his pants. I wanted to grind my stiff dick against him, but I’d never been one for public displays, except maybe now.
“You came all the way here,” he said between kisses. “Dance one song with me? That’s all I ask.”
How could I deny him that?
“Fine,” I replied as he tugged on his tank top. “Lead the way.”
I followed him to the opposite end of the dance floor from the club members, and we danced together, Alex’s back to my front and me clinging to his hips, trying to remember how to get my groove on. It’d been so long. When he ground against me, my dick grew even harder from the rutting motion. My lips found his nape, tasted him, and sucked on his skin as he arched against me. Fucking hell, I wanted to reach around, slip my fingers under his waistband and drive him wild. But I restrained myself.
Suddenly the guy who’d come on to me earlier was there in front of Alex, getting way too frisky as he rocked his hips and angled nearer to him.