Cole started to ask why, but then he caught the man’s intense blue eyes and realized: Gabe didn’t trust himself to get up close with Cole again so soon. Cole didn’t trusthimself. Glancing past Gabe to Dane, he wasn’t sure he trusted himself withDane, either. The man was hot as fuck, and the way Cole was feeling…
Cole nodded, his voice suddenly rough, “Yeah, uh… okay.”
Dane stepped off the stool and looked at Cole. “No time like the present.” He motioned toward the dance floor.
Cole swallowed the rest of his beer in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and stood. As he followed the beautiful dancer onto the floor, Cole wondered if the lessons today would end with him drowning in a puddle of sweat and cum.
He shivered as another surge of heat flooded into his groin; there were worse ways to go.
Another club boy took to the stage as Dane and Cole walked to the center of the dance floor. The customers were sparse early in the day, and the floor was almost empty of other bodies. Gabe twisted around on the stool and rested his elbows on the bar, his eyes fixed on Cole. He wanted to be out there with him, but his body needed time to cool down and regain control. He didn’t know how that would happen, though, while he watched Cole and Dane rub on each other.
Dane began slowly, repeating the same basic moves Gabe had practiced last night. The moment Dane’s fingers pressed into Cole’s hips, Gabe's breath caught. A hot ache spread through his lower body, his muscles tensing with the need to cross that floor and join them—and Christ, they were only justbeginning.
I’m not going to make it.
Desperate for a brief distraction from the lessons unfolding on the dance floor, Gabe forced his gaze toward the stage, where sweat-slicked skin caught the pulsing purple lights. Gino, a charming young Italian with olive skin and a gymnast's build who had been at the club for three months longer than Gabe, spun around the stripper pole with fluid precision. His muscledthighs gripped the chrome as he arched backward, dark curls dangling, wearing nothing but a silver G-string that reflected spears of light with each gyration. Even as Gino dropped into a floor split that made the front-row patrons gasp and fumble for their wallets, several customers still drifted away from the spectacle, drawn like moths to the intimate heat building on the dance floor.
“Hey.” One of the customers, a regular that Gabe had danced privately for a few times, sidled up to the bar and took a stool beside Gabe. “Saw you out there with the blond before.” He groaned and leaned closer. “That would’ve made a great stage show.” He nodded at Cole. “Why are you and Dane keeping him to yourselves?” He brushed his knuckles along Gabe’s bicep. “It’s nice to share.”
Gabe smiled, his gaze lazily resting on Cole and Dane. “He isn’t ours to share.” He glanced at the customer who went by the name ofBentley. Real or alias, Gabe didn’t know and didn’t care. He doubted many of the customers used their real names. “Yet.”
“Oh?” Bentley raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
“He hasn’t signed on with the club yet,” Gabe said. “He’s taking lessons to see if it’s something he wants to do.”
Bentley watched Cole as he fell perfectly in sync with Dane, their bodies moving like a single entity in the pulsing light. Cole's hips rolled in hypnotic waves, his spine arching and releasing with the beat, shoulders relaxed yet controlled. Every movement flowed into the next with such fluid grace that it seemed impossible this was only a lesson—as if the dance had always lived inside him, waiting to be unleashed. “Let’s hope he chooses the club,” the man murmured. “He’s sure got the talent.” The corner of his mouth turned up slightly. “And he’s fucking gorgeous.”
Gabe watched, mesmerized. “That he is.”
“I’d pay extra right now to have you and him dance for me.” He craned his head toward Gabe and grinned. “Any chance…?”
“Not today,” Gabe laughed softly. “But if he joins us, then…” He shrugged. “We’ll talk.”
“All right, then.” Bentley stood and pointed at him. “But remember, I asked first. I got dibs.”
Gabe nodded. “I’ll remember.” When the man headed back to his table before the stage, Gabe refocused on the floor. As the lessons heated up, so did Gabe.
“Gabe is right,” Dane said. “You’re a natural.”
Cole felt a little lightheaded—and a bitheavyelsewhere—as their bodies moved in a sensual rhythm. “He… said that?” Cole wondered if Gabe might have said it tohim,too, but his brain was misfiring at the moment.
“Yeah. And you are.” Dane's strong fingers pressed into Cole's hips, leaving five distinct points of heat through the denim as Dane's pelvis rolled in perfect sync with the bass that vibrated through the floorboards and up Cole's legs, settling low in his belly. The pressure of those fingertips guided Cole's movements, steering him like a ship through tumultuous waters.
Cole's cock, which had been half-hard when they stepped onto the floor, now threatened to burst through the confining denim, the metal teeth of the zipper creating a delicious friction with each thrust. Through the thin fabric separating them, he could feel Dane's arousal—substantial but contained—nothing like the granite hardness that had radiated from Gabe earlier, threatening to burn through both their jeans.
“But I think you’re holding back,” Dane said. “Just let your mind go, and your body will follow… like when you were dancing with Gabe.”
You mean, when I was practically fucking the man on the dance floor?
Cole nodded, letting out a shaky breath. He looked over at the bar. Gabe was watching, his baby blues tracking every move of Cole’s body. Gabe’s fullattentionmade him hotter. Cole realized it was turning him on to be watched sointentlyby the man. And that influenced the dance—a lot.
“There you go,” Dane murmured as Cole pressed closer, adding moreintentto the thrust of his hips. Dane slid his hands lower, cupping Cole’s ass cheeks through his jeans. Cole didn’t need to look to know Gabe’s eyes were on the man’s hands as he gripped Cole’s ass and pulled him closer, grinding their crotches.
A light haze settled over Cole’s mind, and beyond that haze, he faintly sensed others watching them, too. Instead of feeling self-conscious, as expected, the “voyeurs” fueled the fire burning inside him.
As if it suddenly melted off his body, Dane's shirt disappeared, revealing a torso sculpted with lean muscle and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Cole's hands pressed against hot, bare skin that felt like sun-warmed silk stretched over steel. A violent shiver cascaded down Cole's spine when Dane slipped his long, nimble fingers underneath the hem of the T-shirt and lifted it over his head, the cool air of the club kissing his feverish skin.
The onlookers cheered and whistled, their voices merging with the throbbing bass.
