“Huh,” he said and took her arm. The immediate connection he’d had to Dallas wouldn’t allow for games, but he wasn’t near ready to share what had just happened to him. Instead, he hid behind his charming, playful grin. “Let’s move closer.”
Chapter 8
Stacy lifted her long hair off her neck while Dallas danced to the beat of the music, swinging his hips, throwing his arms around, laughing, having fun, and encouraging Stacy to keep moving. For someone who whined about wanting to be out on the dance floor, she sure didn’t ever want to stay out there too long.
“You’re having a good time?” she yelled.
“I’m relaxed and drunk,” he yelled back as a “Get Ur Freak On” mix began to play. Dallas instantly emulated Missy Elliott’s famous dance moves, at least as best as he remembered.
Sweat trickled down the side of his face, and he struggled to determine his exact level of inebriation. He suspected complete intoxication hid somewhere in the wings, ready to attack after all the free drinks he’d somehow scored.
Dallas had forgotten how much he liked to dance. His workload didn’t allow for too many nights off. Since the gym had closed to celebrate Jorge’s birthday, and Tank, the assistant manager, turned the party into a required meeting, Dallas had been forced to come along, and was happy to be there.
“You don’t usually drink that much,” Stacy called out, letting her hair fall down her back and raising her hands in the air as she danced up against him, motioning him lower. He bent his head as instructed. “Are you sure you’re not using me to avoid Skye’s client?”
Dallas knew exactly who Stacy referred to. It was growing late, the club’s patrons were down by half, and from the gym only he, Stacy, Skye, and Greer were still there. With such a bold lack of manners, Greer had stared openly at him for the last hour. Dallas suspected everybody in the bar knew exactly who held Greer’s undivided attention, but it hadn’t bothered Dallas in the least.
“Maybe he’s staring at you,” Dallas quipped to Stacy’s upturned face.
She barked out a laugh at him. “If he stared at me like that, we’d already be gone! He’s my kind of sexy.”
Dallas chuckled at the audacity as Stacy shuffled away, leaving him to dance alone as she retreated to the table. Stacy was right, Greer oozed sexy. The guy could have anyone inside this bar.
By Dallas’s best estimate, it made Greer harmless and barking up the wrong tree, probably on purpose for how many eyes were on Greer, watching him watch Dallas.
And you’ve watched him like he’s watched you.
He’d really grown to dislike the side of his brain that never allowed him to walk away from the truth.
Questioning his own sexuality had been a small blip in the story of his life. His truthful side rolled its eyes at such a generic way of describing how he’d let a dude kiss him at his first junior high boy/girl party. At the time, Dallas hadn’t been questioning anything. He had wanted that kiss as bad as he’d ever wanted anything in his life. But the hell that had rained down on him afterward had been enough to never bark up that tree again.
The beat of the mix intensified as the movement of the crowd surrounded him. Thankfully, it took his thoughts away as he sang the words and changed his steps.
“You can dance.” The warm breath hitting the back of his neck made him jerk his head over his shoulder. Goose bumps sprang up underneath his knit long-sleeve pullover. Even under the haze of so much alcohol, his body tightened, tensing under the assessment of those amber eyes. Greer danced with another guy directly behind Dallas.
Yeah. Greer had that deadly combination of handsome as hell and sexy as sin. Dallas might just have a dream or two about Greer under the guise of sleep. He was too nice-looking for his own good. He had player written all over him.
Dallas sucked his lip between his teeth and held the other man’s gaze.
He could play on me, teach me a thing or two.
Skye popped up from out of nowhere. Within seconds, the four of them were dancing together. The sultry sound of a “Blinding Lights” mix began to play, slowing the group down, but lost none of the engaging vibe. Dallas moved freely, bringing forward every remembered step from his youth. He grinned happily and executed a partial spin, watching in slow motion the way the crowd bobbed along with him.
Dallas circled back around, with a shake of his hips. This time Greer was the only one there, closing the distance on him. Greer’s style mimicked Dallas’s, and he let the moment between them happen. He and Greer moved together, Greer anticipating each bump and thrust as if they’d been dancing together forever. Maybe Greer had the same junior high school dance training as Dallas. He burst out with a laugh and didn’t back away as Greer took his levity as an invitation, coming forward, brushing against his chest.
The music changed again. A reggae tune had Greer circling a strong arm around Dallas’s waist, drawing him flush against his body. Greer was a bold one. It felt good, dancing like this with him. Their bodies pressed tightly together. They slowed as Dallas stared straight into Greer’s hypnotic gaze, losing himself in their depths.
Greer was tall, maybe only an inch or two shorter than Dallas and had a hard, muscular build. The twinkle in Greer’s eyes took on a challenging glint as his grip tightened and his hips rolled forward. A rock-hard erection ground against him. Dallas’s breath hitched as Greer scanned his face. The intuitive man grinned, deducing exactly what Dallas tried to hide. What a fucking turn-on.
A tingle slid along Dallas’s heated skin as his heartstrings tugged at something unknown. The strict discipline he held over his body’s sexual responses began to crumble. Dallas tensed, his body growing hard and hot all over.
Greer leaned in, the exotic dark spice of his cologne aroused Dallas’s senses. His eyelids slid closed as Greer spoke a little above a whisper against his ear. “Don’t close up on me. Go with it. It’s hot as hell watching you dance.”
His seducer’s strong palms blazed a heated trail down Dallas’s sides, gripping him by the waist. In an unexpected move, Greer sent Dallas’s head reeling when he twisted Dallas around and hauled him back against his chest. Dallas’s body fit snuggly along Greer’s as if he were made for this man. The crease of his ass rested perfectly against Greer’s groin. Those strong arms wrapped tightly around his stomach, holding Dallas securely in place. There was no denying Greer’s intentions with the guy’s hard cock nestled firmly into Dallas’s ass.
Dallas didn’t make any move to dissuade the blond either. Staying just like that, lost in the feel of the moment, they danced together once again.
Oh hell, his defenses were nothing but dust the second Greer thrust his hips into him. The erotic move ignited every cell in his body, setting him aflame from within. Dallas closed his eyes, willing himself to remember every synchronized dip and roll they made. He wished he hadn’t had so much to drink. But then again, he wouldn’t be wedged against another man on the dance floor if he weren’t intoxicated. The feel of Greer’s heated body moving with his, the scent of his cologne, the hard evidence of need cradling his ass, it all vanquished Dallas’s inhibitions.
Man, he liked that cologne. There was an odd relaxing comfort in their embrace too. Something dreamlike and surreal that eased his burdens if for nothing more than the few minutes of this song. Dallas relaxed back, letting Greer guide their movements. The man eagerly took charge, tightening his hold, drawing Dallas head to toe against his body.