“You’re cute, Bailey, but not my type.” I patted his cheek. “Maybe Brenner’ll take you up on it.”
A snort greeted my ears. “Fuck off, Weston. Bailey, you know I love you, but not like that.”
By this time, I was four vodkas in and feeling no pain. The music started, and people moved to the dance floor. Bailey grabbed my hand and Brenner’s.
“Well, if we’re not going to get horizontal, at least come dance with me. Give me a little bit of fantasy to take home.”
“I’m in, but you know Brenner. He’s a dud. He’ll never do it. Plus, he can’t dance.” My words brought a flush to his face and had the desired effect. Brenner gulped his drink.
“Fuck you. Let’s do it.”
Wide-eyed, Bailey grinned. “Oh man, come on. I’m ready to be the pastrami in a Lively-Fleming sandwich.”
The bar wasn’t restricted to the panelists and bar-association guests, and the floor was crowded. I hadn’t danced in forever and was itching to let my inhibitions go. While my partners were always women, I didn’t give a damn if I was seen dancing with a man, and to my surprise, Brenner seemed to feel the same. Bailey got his way, and Brenner and I danced with him in the middle. He ground his butt into me first, before he turned to give Brenner the same treatment. At some point, we attracted other male and female partners. A large group formed, and we all ended up dancing with each other. Bailey thrust a shot in my face, and I swallowed it and then another. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him repeat the same with Brenner.
The music thumped, and the lights flashed. Hands grabbed my ass. Lips grazed my cheek. God, I was turned-on. It didn’t even matter who was touching me at this point. I was so damn horny, I couldn’t see straight. I needed someone. Anyone. A round ass pushed into my hips, and I slipped my arms around their waist. My dick was rock hard, and I knew they could feel me. They didn’t pull away, and we ground and bumped each other. Then light flashed over dark, wavy hair.
It was a guy.
It was Brenner.
I didn’t fucking care.
Adrenaline rushed through me, and I kept a steady rock of my pelvis into his ass. His head fell back to my shoulder, and I closed my eyes and pressed my face into his neck.
“Oh yeah,” he panted, and I knew he hadn’t the slightest clue it was me holding him.
Fuck, he smelled good. It must’ve been the drinks that led me to lick his neck. The taste of his sweat and heat burst on my tongue, and I nipped at the tender skin, feeling him shiver in my arms. Goddamn, it was hot. I did it again, and my dick jerked.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I breathed in his ear.
“Oh God,” he groaned, continuing to grind his ass into my aching dick. Heat poured off the two of us. My hands reached lower and brushed against his groin. He was as hard as I was.
“Fuck, Brenner, you want it.”
Hissing, he jumped away and faced me. The colored lights revealed eyes blown wide and an open mouth. “West?” he gasped, paling.
I stood still as the bodies rocked and danced. My control was slipping. It didn’t matter that it was a man. Or Brenner.
I needed to feel.
“Upstairs,” I croaked.
Without a word, Brenner took off across the dance floor, and for a moment I stood rooted to the spot, watching him thread his way through the dancing throngs. My feet had a mind of their own, and I traversed the space and caught up with him as he fled into the elevator. I slipped in after him. He kept his head down and didn’t look at me. Not when I followed him after he exited the elevator, nor at the door to his room.
Blood rushed through my veins, and I was on fire. Reckless. What the hell had taken possession of me, I had no clue, but I’d never wanted…neverneededanyone like I needed Brenner Fleming.
Huge and hazy, Brenner’s eyes pinned mine. He waited by the door, his chest heaving. He licked his lips, and my dick throbbed. A matching bulge in his pants let me know I wasn’t the only one ready to explode.
“West?”
His whispered question roared in my ears. I took a step forward, and he swayed toward me. I crowded him up against the door. “Oh, yeah.” I couldn’t stop myself from touching him. “I need to know.”
“What…ohhhh.” He sighed, then froze as I buried my face in his neck again, lips pressed to the rapidly jumping pulse.
“Inside,” I rasped. My head spun, and my heart pounded. I was on a roller coaster hurtling for an unknown destination. No way off.
Brenner’s hands shook as he touched the card to the reader, and we entered the dark room. My mouth crashed into Brenner’s, and after his initial gasp of shock, his throaty groan sent an electric current straight to my dick. Was it strange kissing a man? I didn’t give myself a chance to think as Brenner’s hot, wet tongue touched my lips and his hungry, needy sounds vibrated through me.
