“Tomorrow night?” Max suggested.
“Okay.” Cole exhaled nervously. “I'll... do my best.”
Max slid his arm around Cole’s shoulder and walked him to the door. “After seeing you on the dance floor,” Max grinned, “I’m betting yourbestisfabulous.”
When Cole left the office, he paused outside the door, his full attention abruptly pulled across the club to where Gabeand Dane commanded the stage. Under pulsing crimson lights, their oil-slicked bodies caught every flash and gleam, muscles tensing and releasing with each calculated movement. Gabe’s G-string—barely containing what Cole had just held in the shower—gleamed silver against his tanned flesh, while Dane’s fiery red shorts rode so low on his hips that the deep V-cut of his abdomen formed an arrow pointing to paradise. Cole couldn’t look away as his heart suddenly hammered against his chest wall, and he stood transfixed, throat working, as their bodies made promises that his own body ached to answer.
He watched Dane move up behind Gabe, hips rolling against the perfect curve of that ass, their bodies glistening under the lights. Every flex of Dane’s sculpted thighs, every ripple across Gabe’s abs as he arched backward—their movements flowed together with a grace that made Cole’s mouth go dry.
His own body responded without permission, blood rushing south so fast he felt lightheaded, a molten heat spreading from his groin down through his thighs until his jeans felt two sizes too small. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to be on that stage with them, crushed between their slick, hot skin, feeling Gabe’s chest against his and Dane’s breath on his neck just like on the dance floor—only this time with nothing between them but skin and sweat.
Cole swallowed hard, his throat bone dry, when Gabe caught his eye from across the room. The dancer’s pupils dilated visibly even from a distance, turning his baby blues nearly indigo. Without breaking their connection, Gabe pressed his sweat-slicked back against the chrome pole, reached up to grip it with both hands until his biceps bulged, and lifted his body with gymnast-like control until he could wrap his powerful thighs around Dane’s narrow waist. The silver fabric of his G-string stretched dangerously thin as he pulled Dane against him, theoutline of his hard cock so defined Cole could trace every vein and ridge with his eyes.
Tension seized every muscle in Cole’s body, from his jaw to his calves, and his cock began to throb painfully as the two strippers ground against each other in perfect rhythm with the pounding bass. Their bodies moved like liquid mercury under the lights as dollar bills rained down around them, hips rolling and abs flexing as they dry-fucked each otherseeminglyfor the raucous crowd's viewing pleasure.
But Cole knew, from the way Gabe’s eyes never left his, that this performance wasn’t meant forthem.
CHAPTER 13
“Damn.” Dane wiped his hand across his flushed face as droplets of sweat trickled down his temples and cheeks and exhaled sharply.
Gabe gulped down half a bottle of cold water and wiped his mouth, panting a little. “What?”
“You.” Dane inhaled deeply, then exhaled in a short laugh. “Fuck.”
“Me, what?”
“Out there,” Dane said. “I thought you were gonna fuck me right on stage.”
Gabe grinned. “Was that an option?”
“No,” Dane laughed. “But for a second there, I didn’t think you were going to ask permission.”
Gabe shrugged, smirking. “It wasn’t any different than any of our other performances.” He grinned while tilting the water bottle to his mouth and draining the rest.
“Shit,” Dane snorted. “Itwasdifferent. And we both know why.”
“Why?” Gabe tossed the empty bottle in the trash, smiling, knowing full well what Dane would say. And yeah, he was right.
“Your shower buddy,” Dane said. “The fact that you two practically fucked right before you went on stage, and then him standing out there on the floor watching us. That really got you going, didn’t it?” He chuckled. “Performingfor him.”
“What can I say?” Gabe asked shamelessly. “He’s fucking hot. And after what he did to me in the shower…whooo.” He shook his head. “You’re lucky Ididn’tnail you right there on stage.” Gabe surveyed Dane’s glistening, fevered body. His tight red shorts were soaked in sweat and pasted to his bulging crotch likea second skin; Gabe wasn’t the only one who got worked up out there. “In fact…” He took a step toward Dane.
“Ah!” Dane thrust out his hand. “That’s far enough.”
“But he still wants to play.” Gabe eyed Dane’s crotch.
“Maybe your little buddy calls the shots,” Dane said. “But mine doesn’t.”
“Littlebuddy?” Gabe smirked, then sighed and leaned against the counter, raking his palms over his face. “Uh. You’re such a party pooper.”
Dane laughed. “Go find your shower buddy. I’m sure he’s ready to play again after watching youhumpme on stage.”
“Hey,” Gabe grinned. “Who washumpingwho against the pole?”
Dane flicked his hand noncommittally. “I was justperforming.”
“Uh huh.” Gabe rolled his eyes, snorting. “You werein the moment,just like me, and hot to fuck. Don’t even try to deny it, hot stuff.”
