This particular bar was the largest one near town, with a giant dance floor in the middle that always had one or two takers, a section portioned off for pool, darts, and other arcade games, and a scattering of tables all around the place.
Sam and the others went to find a table, while Atlas and I went up to the bar to start us off with some pitchers of beer. We didn’t get anything too heavy, sincethatwas not the point of tonight.
They found a table in the corner that was tucked away from the main area, but right beside a large window looking out onto the patio.
It was perfect for our plans.
“So, what now?” Jones asked.
I poured everyone at the table a glass of beer.
Sam held his up to the middle of the table. “Now we have fun until the fucker gets here.”
We all clinked glasses and took large gulps of the liquid. Sam was first on his feet and dragged Rykerto the dance floor with him. Atlas grinned almost mischievously as he took my hand.
“No, love. I can’t dance,” I tried to argue, but he wasn’t having it. He pulled me to my feet and led me to the spot where Sam and Ryker were dancing.
“Just put your hands on me and feel the music,” Atlas murmured and guided my hands to his hips. He pressed close, his hands twined at the nape of my neck and played with the hair there, his head resting on my shoulder as our hips swayed together almost in tune with the slow beat currently playing in the bar.
The world around us disappeared until it was only Atlas in my arms. If I ignored the fact that tonight’s outing was all part of a grand plan, then this would have been a perfect moment. I never cared for loud spaces like this before, but now I was thinking of ways to get Atlas back here.
After we had the stalker behind bars.
The beat increased, and some pop song I didn’t recognize hyped up the entire crowd. Atlas laughed freely and turned around in my arms. He was a damn deviant with the way his ass ground against my cock. It reminded me of the way he rode me when he took control during sex.
So. Fucking. Sexy.
Atlas threw his hands above his head and moved his hipsunfettered against me. Whatever control I had over my body had disappeared.
My hardening cock brushed against his ass withevery single one of his moves, while my nose pressed against the back of his neck to soak in his delicious scent, and my hands roamed the soft silk cover of his shirt. We danced like this for a couple songs until my senses finally returned to me.
I was having too much fun, but it also meant I wasn’t keeping an eye out for the stalker. It was practically torture, but I pulled myself away from him. My head was dizzy despite not having had much alcohol. It wasn’t hard to gather that it was the intoxicating, lovely man who had gotten into my head.
As much as I wanted to indulge in him right now, I needed to protect him more, which meant sobering up enough to have my senses about me.
“I need a break,” I told him and nodded to the barstools.
Atlas nodded and released me. He joined Ryker and Becca, who were currently sandwiching averyhappy-looking Sam.
I left them to their dancing and found my way to the bar to order a soda. There was only one bartender working tonight, and she was busy making a large drink order. I didn’t mind waiting, so I turned around on my barstool to look back toward the dance floor.
Atlas was still dancing with Sam and Ryker, looking like a fucking sight to behold. I didn’t know if it was the bar lighting or what, but he fucking glowed like he was under a spotlight.
Feeling him move against me and watching himdance were two completely different things. He moved fluidly with music, with absolute control over his body, and gave everyone watching a fucking show. I glanced around the room and saw countless eyes on him. I didn’t see the stalker, but if he were here right now, his eyes would no doubt be glued on Atlas too.
It was hard not to stare when seeing him dance was like watching sex moves. And it didn’t help that under the light, his white silk shirt was practically see-through. I could see the outline of his dark nipples even from here. I licked my lips, wishing I could have a taste of them now.
The others watching were probably thinking the same as I was. Did it make me jealous? Yes, but it also made me feel fucking powerful knowing that no matter how many people here wanted him, Atlas would be going home withmetonight.
“He’s beautiful, and you’re so in love,” Becca commented and took a seat beside me. She must have gone to the bathroom or something since I hadn’t seen her on the dance floor in the last few minutes.
“You’re right on both accounts,” I admitted to her. The bartender finally made her way to our side, and we both ordered sodas. Clay and Dan had joined the group when I turned back to the floor. Their circle seemed to have summoned the masses as more people joined the floor in waves. I could still catch sight of Atlas peeking through the waves, but bodies now blocked my clear view of him.
I took a drink to cover my annoyance. When I brought the glass down, Becca clinked her glass with mine.
“When I asked you out for drinks, this wasn’t how I imagined our first outing would go,” she teased and took a sip of her soda.
Her body faced the dance floor, but she was looking at me. I turned my attention to her, sensing that she wanted to say something.
