A tap on my shoulder had me turning around. A tall, built guy who looked to be about my age stood behind me. “Hey, can I buy you a drink?”
I lifted up my beer. “Already got one.”
“He’s with me,” Rory all but snarled.
The guy’s eyes crinkled with his grin. “If you both want some extra company, I’m at the other side of the bar.”
Heat rose to my cheeks. Well, damn. People didn’t even beat around the bush here. These guys weren’t afraid to shoot their shot. “Thanks,” I replied on automatic, even though there was no way I’d be taking him up on the offer. Not while I was here with Rory. And besides, my cock was out of commission, since the piercing had the residual redness I’d read meant I needed to wait for sex.
I took a gulp of my beer. Why the fuck was my brain even contemplating the logistics of his offer?
“Sorry, I probably should’ve warned you better,” Rory said, jostling his knee against mine. “This is one of the spaces we can be direct, so people don’t waste time.”
“I mean, I’m flattered,” I said. “Coming out of a marriage where we didn’t have sex for the past few years, I’m not feeling high on the desirable scale.”
“That’s a damn waste,” Rory said, his voice dropping an octave lower. He scanned me up and down in a hungry way that made me shiver. “I wasn’t lying when I said you’d get swarmed here. You’re hot, and you’re in your prime.”
That struck me square in the chest. I’d raised a kid, and for so long I’d been feeling like my life was over, as if I’d reached my twilight years,but I was only thirty-seven. And the way Rory stared at me, how the guys here hit on me, caused excitement to pulse through my veins again. The feeling that had been elusive for so long…the glimmer of potential. Like different paths still waited for me. I’d been craving that for a long time.
As much as I wanted to toss a self-deprecating comment back, I met Rory’s gaze instead. “Thank you.”
His brow wrinkled. “Why are you thanking me?”
“For showing me that my life isn’t over just because my kid is all grown up.” I took another sip of the beer, enjoying the smooth glide. The music in the background formed a steadythump, thump, thump, and someone bustled near the dance floor, setting up equipment. Normally, I wasn’t much of a dancer, but tonight I wanted to keep indulging in something wild, something different.
And I knew who I wanted to dance with.
Chapter nine
Rory
Tonight was going to kill me.
I normally wasn’t the possessive type, but Wyatt was a fucking treasure, and the guys here were thirstier than normal. At least, that was how it felt. It could just be that they saw the grade A hottie or sensed the curious energy and swarmed. The curious energy would be the death of me, though.
I chugged the remnants of my beer. Already, the DJ had started playing a heavy techno beat, and guys didn’t hesitate to slip onto the floor to dance. Unlike the bigger dance clubs, this place was more intimate, which meant it was easier to find someone to go home with—or the bathroom, I wasn’t picky. Except tonight, the only person I wanted to spend time with was Wyatt.
If guys could stop approaching him for five fucking seconds.
Irritation roiled through my veins as he smiled at yet another asshole who’d come over to offer to buy him a drink, this one closer to myage. Maybe if I sat in his lap, they’d catch the fucking drift. Though honestly, they wouldn’t unless my tongue was down his throat.
Which, fuck, if only.
Wyatt had finished his drink, a slight bit of foam clinging to his upper lip, and I didn’t hesitate. I reached over and swiped at it with my thumb. The moment we connected, electricity raced up my spine. His gaze landed on me, those dark eyes so intense I could drown in his expression.
“You had some foam there,” I explained, even though I took my time pulling my hand away. Damn, I wanted to climb into his lap so badly. Who gave a fuck that he was still healing up? I’d kill for a makeout session at this point, just to take the edge off the intense lust roiling through me right now.
“Thanks,” he said, his voice low and throaty. Ngh. God, I could only imagine what he sounded like when he fucked. He seemed so chill and level most of the time, but I bet he fucked like a beast. And hell, with that new piercing? My cock was stiffening, and I shifted in my seat.
“How’s the club experience for you so far?” I asked.
“Well, I doubt I’d get hit on this much at a regular club. I have to say, it’s kind of nice being pursued for once,” he admitted. “But so far it feels like a bar night, which is a bit more familiar territory.”
If he was straight, I’d eat my favorite hat. I chewed on my lip, biting back the dozens of questions I had on his sexuality.
“Want to try out the dancing part?” I asked, half rising from my seat. With the beats pumping, I needed to move.
To my relief, Wyatt stood as well. He pushed the stool back into place, and it let out a squeak. I had the feeling if I’d left him here to go dance, someone would’ve swooped in andsnatched him up. Even if he claimed to be straight, he was curious enough to be looking around at all these guys, and it was obvious he enjoyed the attention.
