I snuggle up to Bryce’s side and whisper loud enough for only him to hear, “You’re really fucking hot when you go all ‘he’s mine’ on them.”
“Good. Get used to it.”
I sink my teeth into his neck as he pulls away, leaving a pink mark.
“Excuse us, guys.” Bryce turns us toward the bar where he orders us both another beer. “Do you want to dance a little?”
“I can’t dance, Bryce, you know that.”
“Down that beer and maybe another, and you’ll think you can dance well enough to have fun.” Beer sprays out of my mouth, and his sultry grin shines brighter than ever when he turns to the bartender and grabs another round. Carrying two beers in one hand as he presses the other beer-filled hand against me, he guides me onto the dance floor.
The music is louder here closer to the speakers, and I feel it vibrating through my entire body. I try to relax, but it doesn’t work, so I try Bryce’s idea. We down our beers before tossing them in a nearby garbage can. He’s standing close enough to me, so when we start dancing, I don’t think we look as awkward as I feel, aside from the first few times I step on his toes.
“Fuck, sorry.”
I’m pulled into him, chest-to-chest, his palms on my ass, when Bryce grumbles at me, “Stop saying sorry, and relax. I got you.”My arms find their new home on his shoulders, listening to his commands as I let him and the music take over. Those damn emerald eyes have me spellbound as we sway to the music, my mood mellowed out between the beers and all things Bryce.
His hands exploring under the back of my shirt and the way his breath whisps across my cheek give me the comfortable chill of a rainy fall afternoon. I want to be wrapped up in him like this forever.
“You’ve always been mine, you know.”
“I know.” The words flutter from my lips to his. “It just took me a while to figure it out.”
He closes the distance between our mouths in a warm embrace, and my mind spins with anticipation. Where are we headed, and can we get there faster? Everything I thought I knew about Bryce seems like a drop in a pond—there so much more beneath the surface, and I’m just getting started.
Chapter Nine
Bryce
“Ihad soooo much fun tonight.” Kasey and Recker may have given Bodie too many shots. “And I was so nervous before we left. Why was I so nervous? I knew you’d be there for me. You always are.”
He’s so fucking adorable—I need to kiss him so badly, but the roads are slick with rain.
“Did you have fun? I had fun. I hope you had fun. Did you have fun?”
“Yes, Bode. I had a lot of fun tonight.” I lovingly chuckle until we get to the next traffic light, when I briefly struggle to free my hand from Bodie’s grasp and put the car in park. “Come here.” I love the feel of his smooth skin in my hands as I devour him in a much-needed kiss. His soft whimper in my mouth has my dick getting hard, and he notices as his hands wander.
The blaring of a car horn behind us forces me to pull away, but Bodie’s hand stays on my groin, stroking me through my jeans, and it’sverydistracting.
“You’re my boyfriend, aren’t you?”
“Yes. I believe I am.” We should probably be having this conversation when he’s sober, but here we are.
“That’s so cool. I’ve never had a boyfriend before.”
“I think I remember that, Bode.” I hope he doesn’t think I’m laughing at him, but how can someone be irresistibly sexy and funny at the same time?
“I’m glad it’s you.” He releases a big sigh as he rests his head on his window.
“Me too.”
He’s not stumbling drunk, but he’s not sober and awake enough to walk on his own, which makes for a very awkward entry into our building. When we get to our door, I lean him up against the wall for support while I get out my key card. I go to catch him when it looks like he’s falling to his knees, but instead, I get my hands swatted away.
“Bode, you can’t do this here.” I try pushing his adamant hands away from my jeans.
“I want to see something.”
“What? Oh my g—” My hand goes to the wall as he unzips me and grasps my dick. I will myself to stop him before this goes too far out here. “Bodie, get up, come on.” I pull back and fix myself before helping him to his feet. He’s a big guy to lift off his knees, and when he leans into me heavily, I know what I need to do.
