Gabe absently picked up his cell again, then immediately put it down, his fingers fidgeting.
“Expecting a call?” Dane asked.
“Huh?” Gabe glanced at the phone and shrugged. “Oh.” He shook his head. “No.”
Dane looked skeptical as Gabe tinkered with the device again. “Saw you on the floor last night,” he smirked. “Mauling that poor guy. Was there anything left when you got through with him?” Dane chuckled.
“I wasn’t mauling him.” Gabe pondered it, shrugged, and grinned. “Well, maybe a little. But it didn’t go anywhere. We didn’t…fuck.”
“And who made that call?” Dane teased. “Him, right?”
“Why him?”
“I may be new here, but I know when you’re up for fucking. And you were so…up… last night.” He laughed.
Why deny it? Gabe scratched his temple, smiling. “Yeah, I was.”
“And he wasn’t?”
“I think he kind of was,” Gabe said.More than kind of.Out on the dance floor, the man was as hard as Gabe. And he sure wasn’t pushing Gabe’s hands away.That doesn’t mean he wanted to fuck.It was possible for some people to get aroused without wanting to take it further. At least, half the men who came to the club were just there to get worked up fromwatching.It was a pressure-free erotic experience.
“So, what stopped you?”
Gabe shrugged. “It was his first time in a strip club. I think the place kind of overwhelmed him.”
“Why didn’t you take him someplace else?” Dane asked.
“I offered. He’s new to the city, so I offered to take him out on the town and show him around.” He sighed. “I think he wanted to go, but he said he had to get home.” He laughed briefly, feeling a little regretful. “Maybe I was too much for him. Probably shouldn’t have come on so strong to a newbie. I may have scared him away for good.”
Last night’s text left a hopeful spark inside Gabe, but come morning, would Cole be over the excitement of the previous night? What if he didn’t call or text anymore? Or never came back to the club?
You’re getting awfully worked up over a guy you just met last night.
Dane looked at him, a teasing smirk on his face.
“What?”
“You really like this guy, and you’re afraid you blew it.” He nudged Gabe. “Aww, that’s so cute.”
“Shut up,” Gabe laughed. “He was cool, okay? Like, someone I could be friends with, talk to, not just…”
“Fuck?”
“Yeah. Not justfuck.” Gabe shook his head, then chuckled. “I mean, I really wantthat, too. But maybe… notonlythat.”
“Do you have his number?”
“Yeah…”
“But you don’t want to call too soon and seem clingy and desperate.”
Gabe smiled. “Exactly.”
“Understandable,” Dane replied with a nonchalant shrug. “I mean, who wants a guy to call the next morning and show interest beyond the previous night's hookup?”
“I told you, we didn’t hook up,” Gabe said. “We didn’t do anything.”
Raising an eyebrow, Dane pursed his lips. “Looked like you were doingsomethingon the dance floor.”
