Special?
Well, maybe not “special” the way girls mean it, but maybe he did want it to bemorethan a spur-of-the-moment cum-fest during a grinding session.
Dane chuckled. “You look like you could use a cold drink.” He patted Gabe’s back. “And maybe a coldshower.”
“I could,” Gabe rasped, dragging a shaky hand over his mouth. “Both.”
Cole pushed through the restroom door, relieved to find it empty. He went to the sink, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on his fevered face. Grasping the edge of the sink, he looked at his reflection; his cheeks were deeply flushed, and his eyes slightly glazed. Water droplets trickled down his face and dripped off his chin as his chest heaved with each breath.
The fire in his loins continued to burn hotly. Cole dropped one hand and squeezed his throbbing crotch, his cock a steel bar between his legs. “Fuck…”he gasped, his head falling forward. His eyes clamped tightly as he took deep, shaky breaths and squeezed his package harder. He needed tocum—so fuckingbad.His testicles felt like solid steel ball bearings clenched up tight against his body.
Cole glanced at the bathroom stalls, contemplating the idea of finding relief behind one of their doors—when the restroom door suddenly swung open, revealing the sexy young stripper from the stage, body slick and glistening with sweat and glitter oil. He was still wearing the G-string, also drenched in sweat and plastered to his erect cock.
This isn’t helping,Cole groaned to himself, realizing he was still clutching his goods, and hurriedly yanked his hand away from his crotch.
“Hey.” The young man grinned and brushed away damp, dark-blond strands that clung to his wet brow. His hazel eyes darted to Cole’s crotch, then up again to his reflection. “No need to be shy or embarrassed,” he chuckled, his voice almost tender. “I saw you out there with Gabe. If I were you, I’d be in here, too, about to yank my chain.”
“I wasn’t…” Cole started with a deep rasp in his voice, then let the denial go.
“No shame.” The stripper winked at Cole’s reflection. “I was just coming in here to take care of business myself.” He casually massaged his crotch. “Can’t help it. Working up the customers works me up.”
Cole cleared his throat and straightened. “I’ll go…”
“No need.” The young man tilted his head and squinted. “We could always take care of each other.” He wagged an eyebrow. “Much more fun than doing it solo, huh?”
Cole stared at him through the mirror; was he serious? His cock pulsed harder. The thought of another man’s hand on him right now made him a little dizzy, but it wasn’tthisstripper’s hand he wanted to feel.
The young man—maybe nineteen—laughed softly. “I was only half serious. Of course, if you had been into it, I would have been all serious.” He winked again. “But judging by what I saw on the dance floor, I’m guessing you’d rather have Gabe handle your…frustrations, huh?” He chuckled. “I’ve never seen Gabe get that handsy with an ordinary customer. Are you a friend of his?”
A friend? Cole wasn’t sure how to respond to that; he’d just met the man yesterday. Gabe seemed determined tobehis friend… or something, anyway.
“I, uh…” Cole cleared his throat again. “I… I just met him. I don’t know him very well.”
The stripper laughed. “Looked like you were doing a pretty good job ofrectifyingthat.”
Cole smiled nervously. “Yeah, I… I guess.”
“Gabe’s a good guy,” the young man said. “In case you were wondering. He’s a good friend to all the guys here at the club.” He grinned. “Top-notch bloke.”
A good friend to all the guys.What did that mean, exactly?
What does it matter?Cole wasn’t looking for someone todate. So what if Gabe was “friendly” with the other club boys, too? That was none of Cole’s business.
Cole left the bathroom as the stripper went into one of the stalls; he didn’t want to hear the young man “take care of business”—not when Cole was so close to the “brink” himself.
He paused in a small alcove and leaned against the wall. His heart still pounded irregularly, causing a hitch in his breathing. From where he stood, he couldn’t see the bar, where he thought Gabe and Dane were waiting. He wasn’t sure if he could go through with the dance lessons today. If Gabe—or even Dane—touched him again, he wasn't certain he could handle it.
You can’t hide from them.
Cole took a deep breath that failed to quell the fire inside and stepped out into the main club, fully aware of the crippling ache still pulsing through his loins.
CHAPTER 7
Gabe slid a hand through his hair and rubbed his eyes. “Do you think I’m fucking up with him?”
Beside him, Dane sipped on a glass of Coke with ice. “You mean, because you practically fucked him right there on the floor?” He smiled when Gabe looked at him. “From my vantage point, he didn’t seem to mind and looked like he was totally into it.”
“Yeah.” Gabe rubbed his eyes again. “Still, I think he’s new to all of this. I’m worried about overwhelming him. I want him to stay, you know?”
