“I’m starting to think this club is a magnet for lonely waifs,” Gabe said. “I ran away from foster care in my early teens, don’t have any family. Dane is basically on his own, as far as I know.” He winked at Cole. “And now you. But hey, there’s a lot worse places to call home, am I right?”
Cole lowered his eyes. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Alotworse places.” He looked up. “You think I’m a lonely waif?”
Gabe grinned. “Yeah, kind of. When was the last time you had someone close in your life?”
The last time. Cole didn’t want to go there—ever again. “Never, really,” he mumbled. “I mean, I’ve had temporary friends who came and went, but no one who… stuck.”
“Hm.” Gabe leaned against Cole, resting his chin on his shoulder, his mouth just inches from his ear. “Just so you know, I can be very…sticky.”His warm breath puffed into Cole’s ear. “Once you get mystickinessall over you… it’s virtually impossible to get rid of me.” His hand snaked over Cole’s lower back, slipping beneath the hem of his T-shirt. Cole flinched when Gabe flattened his palm against his bare flesh, his heart hammering. “But you don’t want to get rid of me…” His hand caressed up the center of Cole’s back, making his skin prickle pleasantly. “… do you?”
Cole cleared his throat, his heart thumping in his ears. “I… I don’t think so.”
Laughing, Gabe growled against his shoulder. “I’ll take it.” He leaned back, his hand still under Cole’s shirt as he trailed his fingertips along his spine. “I’ll try not to give you reason to want to be rid of me.”
Heat pooled in Cole’s loins, and he shifted slightly as the crotch of his jeans tightened. He figured Gabe would have to dosomething pretty awful for Cole to want to be rid of him. The way he was touching him now... that wasn’tawfulat all.
Cole’s back arched slightly in response to Gabe’s touch as his butt shifted against the stool with a subtle rotation of his hips. Gabe noticedeverydetail about Cole. After last night on the dance floor, Gabe ached to feel Cole pressed against him again, their bodies gyrating to the thrum of the music and their racing heartbeats.
Gabe almost couldn’t pull his hand away and break contact with Cole’s skin, now heated and starting to sweat along the furrow of lean muscle that followed his spine. Somehow, he managed to straighten himself on his own stool. With a shaky swipe of his hand across his mouth, Gabe cleared his throat, paused for a moment, then stood up—slightly “weighed” down by the growing bulge between his legs. Theheavinessfelt as bold as if a neon sign were plastered to his crotch, blinking with brightly glowing letters:Look at me!
“Maybe we should warm up for the lessons.” Gabe touched Cole’s lower back, resisting the urge to slip his hand under the man’s shirt again. He leaned in, lips brushing the short hairs at the nape of Cole’s neck. “Wouldn’t want to get acramp.”
Gabe was “cramping” all over as it was. Never in his life had he felt such a desperate, unrelentingdesireto take a man to bed. It almost bordered onobsessionhow badly he wanted to fuck Cole, yet it wasn’t a “one-and-done” experience he craved. Cole wasn’t anitchto be scratched, then forgotten. Gabe knew whatthatfelt like, as he’d scratched a few “itches” since coming to the Phoenix.
Cole’s uneven breath escaped him in audible puffs as he slid off the stool. Just thesoundof his quickened breath set off fireworks throughout Gabe’s system. Somehow his legs stayed steady, and his movements remained smooth, as he took Cole’s hand and led him to the floor. Some of the customers sitting before the stage glanced their way, their attention suddenly split between the stage show and the couple on the dance floor.
The stage speakers delivered a beat that allowed Gabe and Cole to fall right into rhythm. Gabe thought Cole might hesitate at first, like last night, after having a full night and morning to get nervous again. For a moment, Cole did hesitate as Gabe pressed their bodies together, but the heat already flowing through his body took over.
Cole ran his fingers through Gabe’s hair the same way he had the night before, and just like then—it felt so fuckinggood. Gabe pressed his hips into him, pulling him closer, his own heat rising as he felt Cole’s hardness against his crotch. Their eyes locked and remained steady. The heat inside Cole seemed to burn away his doubts and inhibitions, because suddenly, the only “barrier” between them was a blazing wall of desire—and their clothes.
Cole felt intoxicated, even though he’d only had one drink since arriving at the club. He didn’t understand how, but the heat inside him felthotterthan last night, and his clothes clingier and more restrictive.
He stared into Gabe’s baby blues, now burning with lust and desire as the man’s hands slipped beneath his shirt again, their bodies locked at the hips. Cole trembled as Gabe’s fingers duginto his back, gripping his muscles, pulling Cole closer until their mouths were nearly touching.
Cole’s lips parted slightly, letting his hot breath escape and splash onto Gabe’s face. Their cocks rubbed together, grinding harder with each thrust of their hips. Cole started to feel lightheaded, his loins burning with intense heat that radiated outward, up into his stomach and chest, and down his thighs.
His breath caught in his throat as Gabe's strong hands seized his ass, fingers digging possessively into the flesh beneath his jeans. Each squeeze sent jolts of electricity straight to his groin as Gabe guided their bodies into a grinding rhythm that mimicked sex so perfectly that Cole's cock strained painfully against his zipper, leaking pre-cum that dampened his underwear. When Gabe's muscular thigh pressed between his legs, Cole couldn't help but ride it shamelessly, his hips bucking with desperate need, the friction against his throbbing erection shooting electric jolts up his spine.
Their foreheads pressed together, sweat mingling as Cole panted open-mouthed, his pupils wide with lust while he stared into Gabe's eyes, now dark with hunger. His fingers tangled in Gabe's hair, tugging just hard enough to make the other man groan. Cole couldn't look away from those blue eyes burning into him—eyes that promised to devour him whole if given the chance. And God, hewantedto bedevoured.
The bold thought stunned Cole, but he was too immersed in Gabe and theheatof the moment to care where his thoughts and his body were taking him. His fingers tightened in Gabe’s hair, pulling the man’s head harder against his. His breath was ragged, coming faster, as he ground his cock into Gabe’s thigh, the pressure and friction driving him to the edge.
Oh fuck, I’m gonna—
Dane suddenly appeared and tapped Gabe on the shoulder. Their activity stopped so abruptly that it left Cole’s headspinning. HedismountedGabe’s thigh on trembling legs and took a shaky step back, unsure if he would stay on his feet. He mumbled something about the restroom, and Dane pointed in that direction. Cole excused himself, his steps halting and staggered as he crossed the floor to the far side of the club.
Gabe stood still in the middle of the dance floor, heart pounding and head light. He breathed heavily, almost gasping, his body on fire.
“Is that what you meant about needing supervision?” Dane raised an eyebrow.
Gabe swallowed with a gulping sound. “Uh huh.”
“I believe you.” Dane shook his head. “I leave you alone for five minutes, and you’re all over the poor guy.”
He was all over me, too.Gabe could still feel the man’s iron-hard crotch grinding against his thigh, the roll and thrust of his hips becoming more intense by the second. If Dane hadn’t interrupted…
He would’ve cum.Gabe would have, too; he wasthatclose. He felt a slightniggleof irritation that Dane stopped them—fuck,it would have beeninsaneif they’d bothorgasmedright there on the dance floor.
The irritation vanished in an instant; it was probably for the best they were interrupted. Grinding on each other in the middle of the dance floor was not how he pictured their first orgasm together. He wanted it to be…
