A bigger guy approached us, sliding right up in front of me. He began to inch in on us, and irritation prickled through me. I wanted Wyatt for myself, goddammit. From behind me, Wyatt stiffened up.
The guy put his hands on my waist overtop of Wyatt’s, and Wyatt’s grip tightened on my hips as he plastered himself to my back.
“Move along,” Wyatt said, his voice coming out gruff. Unf. My god. The possessiveness poured off him in waves, and while that had never been a thing for me in the past, he was pushing all my buttons.
The guy grinned, lifted his hands in an “oops” gesture, and slipped into the crowd, presumably to find another dance partner.
“Sorry,” Wyatt said, his hot breath tickling my ear. “Did you want to dance with him?”
I craned my neck back so I was close enough for him to hear. “Nope. Feel free to scare away any guys you like. The growlier the better.”
He squeezed my hips again, making me too aware of his pierced erection pressed right between my crack. Fuck, he was too damn hot. The music pulsed through me, and I danced to it anew, enjoying being present here with him. A sense of abandon gripped me, one I often experienced at the club, and I reveled in it. The chance to shed everything that followed me day in and day out—a string of mistakes and fuckups I couldn’t seem to escape.
Here in the moment was pure, just adrenaline and movement and touch, and I savored every second. Electricity zipped between us, and my skin grew sensitized in a way that was rare. Every brush of our bodies against each other demanded my full attention. Wyatt’s breath puffed against my nape, and he ground against me with a fervor that didn’t belong to a straight guy. I wanted to explore his body so badly, to just trace every muscle and scar with my tongue.
Hell, I’d settle for kissing him.
And I hated kissing.
It was too boring, and I got too easily distracted. Yet we’d been talking daily, and weeks had passed since his appointment. And in that time, my desperation had increased more and more.
Another guy sauntered up to us, and Wyatt’s grip on my hips tightened again, a low rumble coming from his chest that I could feel. Except the guy ignored any signs and stepped right into my space. He reached over me to place his hands on Wyatt’s shoulders, and then he rubbed his groin against mine. I was hard as fuck from Wyatt’s attention, but this guy wasn’t what I wanted.
A literal growl echoed from behind me, and a second later Wyatt had pulled away.
His hand slipped into mine, and he tugged, drawing me from the dance floor.
My heart thumped so hard as I followed him. He weaved through the crowd like a missile seeking detonation, and people stepped out of his way on instinct. The guy must’ve pushed him over the edge. He’d drag me outside, tell me he needed to leave, and this would be the gay freak-out I’d expected. A lot of guys found the idea of being with another guy hot in theory but lost the thrill in execution.
However, he made a left, deeper into The Truck Stop, in the direction of the bathrooms.
“Go to the women’s,” I suggested, in case he needed privacy to have a meltdown. While women did come here on occasion, this place had more of an old-school leather reputation, and guys definitely used the bathroom to hook up.
Wyatt pushed into the bathroom, and then all but dragged me inside behind him.
I stepped in after him, my heart hammering a mile a minute. The door closed shut behind me, and it was just us, the three stalls in here empty.
Wyatt whipped around to face me. “I can’t do this anymore.”
Right. Here came the freak-out. Disappointment weighed me down, and I sucked in a breath to brace myself for it.
“When that guy came up and put his hands on you, it made me go out of my mind,” he said, his shoulders heaving, his dark eyes wide. “Fuck…I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Wait. That wasn’t how the “too gay for me” conversation went. I stared up at him, my mouth dropping.
He stepped in front of me, until mere inches separated us. “Tell me I’m not alone in this.”
His gaze zeroed in on my lips.
He wasn’t…was he?
Oh fuck.
“You’re not,” I responded, unable to pull away from the gravity of his gaze. The air between us grew tenser than ever.
“I’m going to regret it more if I don’t,” he rasped out.
Wyatt closed the space between us and kissed me.
