Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
He growled, and I really wished it wasn’t so hot. Dane spun me around, and that was when I slid my hands under his shirt, pushing it up as I went. He had nice abs and the sexiest fucking happy trail that dipped under a pair of gray underwear. Why, why, why did Captain Cranky Pants have to turn me on so much?
We danced together, touching and rubbing, and damned if it wasn’t like we were fucking on the bar. Cranky or not, Dane knew how to move against me, and we worked well together, in this sexy, lusty way that did eventually get him hard. And like every time, about halfway through the dance he forgot to scowl, and just for a moment, I thought maybe he let go, just let himself feel. That got me hot as hell…and was something I needed to stay far away from.
But the second our dance was over, Dangerous Dane was gone and Captain Cranky Pants was back.
4
Dane
I was going to kill him for shaking his ass so damned suggestively tonight. I’d dug my fingers into his hips, providing more space between us so I could give my poor dick a break. He knew exactly what he was doing, that I was getting hard from the contact—had nothing to do with his killer body or those skimpy boy shorts—and the little shit enjoyed making me squirm.
Unfortunately, the patrons were so into our routine on Fridays that Chet insisted we adhere to the schedule whether we liked each other or not. It not only kept the crowd buzzing, but also brought in huge tips, which I certainly couldn’t complain about.
As soon as the song ended, I spun away from Jesse and jumped down, pausing only momentarily to straighten my shirt before taking a customer’s drink order. I pushed away the phantom feeling of his fingernails scraping against my abs, and focused on the patrons lined up three-deep. I hated to leave people hanging. Besides, a well-run bar brought repeat customers, and that was deeply satisfying for me. For the first time in my adult life I was finally good at something, so I didn’t want to fuck it up.
Jesse looked a bit miffed as he jumped down, and I fleetingly felt like shit, but I couldn’t give him my full attention because he was sure to say something to make my teeth grind together.
When a guy shouted over the bar top that he’d be up for a threesome with me and Jesse, I noticed Jesse’s smirk in my side view as he smoothed down his crop top above that lean stomach. Not an ounce of fat, nor a hair on all that smooth skin. Christ, either he had really good genes or he spent a boatload of money on skin treatments. No way could I be bothered to shave my hairy chest or wax my groin, let alone my balls, like these boys liked to do—not that anyone had seen mine in a while or even on the regular.
“I think Dane might be a bit boring in the bedroom department,” Jesse stage-whispered to the guy, who looked like he was already a bit sloshed, if his glossy eyes were any indication.
I schooled my reaction. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
God, why I let him egg me on, I didn’t know.
As I strode toward the cash register with a customer’s credit card, I imagined for a split second what it might be like to fuck Jesse. I wondered if he’d be wild in bed or if this was all for show. Damn, I’d love to make him beg for it.
Great, my dick was liking the idea as well.
“What can I get you?” I asked the next customer, a guy with salt-and-pepper hair.
After that, the hours blurred together as I got lost in my job. If there was one thing about a busy night, it was that time flew. When Jesse was suddenly standing behind the bar again, I realized he was there for our second dance of the night.
“For fuck’s sake. Already?”
His eyes narrowed. “Time flies when you’re having fun.” He was out of breath, no doubt from dancing his tight little ass off on one of the many risers in the bar. I felt momentarily guilty, wondering if I should offer him something to quench his thirst or tell him that his makeup was beginning to smear beneath his eyes.
But when he hopped on the bar with that cocky smirk firmly planted on his face, my stomach clenched with a tight feeling I couldn’t quite name. Frustration mixed with dread, maybe. Let’s just get this over with. When he motioned to the DJ to queue up our song, I took my position beside him and avoided touching until it was absolutely necessary.
The crowd started buzzing with excitement again, swarming the bar to get as close to the action as possible. Maybe I’d be able to get into it more if I could dance with one of the other performers. They were all hot, and none of them grated on my nerves like Jesse did. I even suggested it to Chet one night, but he just laughed and asked if I’d ever heard of sexual tension.