“Woohoo!” Asher cheered from the table. “Sexy moves, daddies!”
I laughed, not quite sure how I felt about being called a daddy, although I supposed it was accurate from his perspective. “I’m no Disco Duck,” I said, “but I think we’re remembering the steps!”
Asher popped up to his feet, then stood closer to the action. “I’d say.”
Rory kept me by his side for a few slower moves while we each caught our breath, Anita Ward’s voice still singing out loudly through the stereo. “You should have seen the applause Franklin earned at the top of the Space Needle! I was surprised they didn’t ask him to come back and do a nightly show.”
“Both of us,” I laughed, dipping back into his arms. “I think it was the matching suits.”
“Let me see that one again,” Asher asked, taking another step closer.
“This one?” Rory asked, dipping me back into his arms one more time and earning a dizzy laugh from me.
“Yeah,” Asher said. “Show me how?”
Rory and I kept up the rhythm, stepping together but drifting a little apart. Asher’s eyes were wide and expectant, but there was still that electricity in his gaze, sparking the air we shared.
“Oh, I don’t know if I could really explain,” I started to defer. The flirtations were one thing, but I definitely didn’t want to give the impression that things were progressing, especially not while I was paying him.
Asher’s face fell a little, and my heart ached. It was like someone flipped a switch. One moment, we were laughing and having a good time, even putting on a little show, just for him. The next, it was like Rory and I were dancing, and Asher was sadly alone on the side.
Considering he’d been grinning like a rogue all night, the frown was surprisingly distressing.
“Here,” Rory said, stepping forward. “I can show you.”
I let out a puff of breath. I would have felt like a bumbling fool, trying to swat down Asher’s flirtations while teaching him to dance at the same time. Rory, though, was used to holding things together. He’d always carried an air of respect I could never quite maintain myself.
I stepped back as Rory took Asher’s hand. He kept the younger guy at arm’s distance, but he kindly explained the basic step back and forth that formed the core of the dance. Asher had a funny smile on his face while he moved with the music, letting Rory guide him. He had a sway to his hips and a curl to his lips that let me know steamier thoughts weren’t far from his mind, but with Rory steering the ship, he didn’t have a chance for more than that.
“And when I lift this arm,” Rory explained, “you turn toward me and lean backward.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, grinning at the pose they both struck in front of me. In the back, Rory stood proud and tall, his arms extended at straight angles and his posture perfect. In front of him, Asher practically swooned backward, draping himself seductively against Rory’s thick arm, the only part of his body that Rory was making available to the guy.
They looked good together, no denying that.
Asher glanced up to Rory, a mischievous grin on his face. “Like this?”
“And then back around,” Rory replied, spinning Asher in the opposite direction.
Asher looked dumbfounded when he found himself a few feet away again, suddenly detached from Rory. Heat shot across my cheeks when I noticed the bulge in his jeans. With his shirt tucked in at the waist, there was no mistaking the thick erection in the tight denim.
Asher seemed to notice the situation too when he dropped his hands over his groin, but unsurprisingly, he didn’t seem too fazed by the predicament. I tried to ignore the way my own body was responding to seeing them together and took a few quick steps to grab my wine from the table, drinking greedily. My skin tingling, a strange sensation threatened to overwhelm me.
He’s twenty years younger than you, I scolded myself.And he’s in the house you share with your husband. Stop acting like such a silly man.
“Cute,” Asher said, then unbuttoned the top of his shirt. “I could work up a sweat.” He glanced to me, then held my eye as he bit down on his lip and flipped open the second button down. “Not that I mind working up a sweat…”
“And now you know a disco move!” I said abruptly, breaking eye contact. “Disco is bound to make a comeback at some point, after all. You’ll be ahead of the game.”
Rory chuckled. I knew he could tell how flustered I was, but I also knew he thought I was cute when I was worked up like this. “Of course, we’ve been waiting on that comeback for years. Don’t count on an old college professor to tell you what’s going to be hip in music.”
Asher stepped forward, persistent as ever as he crossed closer to us. “Any other moves you both want to teach me tonight? I know you’ve got a lot more than just disco in you.”
Rory tightened his arm around my shoulder. We were taller than Asher and much more solid in our frames, but still, looking up at us with that glint in his eyes, you wouldn’t think he was intimidated by the size difference.
“Just disco tonight, I’m afraid,” Rory said clearly. He kept his eyes on Asher, but his body language was claiming me.
Asher bit down on that sinfully pink lip, and I wondered for a second if maybe Rory would want to go for something. We’d never tried experimenting with a third, but we’d had friends who had done similar things, and Rory had never seemed surprised or bothered by the idea.
