Chapter 18
Scott
I wasn’t sure how something could be so erotic and beautiful at the same time, but as I watched Dare move against Ryan, I knew there was no other way to describe them.
As they writhed to the thump of the music, I found myself watching every shift and flirty smile. I’d never be able to duplicate it, but it was incredible to watch. Something about dancing was like sex. People had to be able to turn their brains off to really enjoy it, but I just couldn’t do it that easily.
I felt awkward and like everyone was staring at me…and not in a sexy PDA kind of way.
I could manage a passable slow dance like something kids would do at prom, and surprisingly enough, I could waltz and square dance reasonably well because of a stupid unit in gym class, but that was it.
Frustratingly, neither of those dances were ever helpful at a club.
Although at the company dinners and events like that, I was actually a highly sought-after partner for slow dances because I kept my hands in appropriate places and I moved fairly smoothly.
I just needed rules, and whatever they were doing out on the dance floor didn’t come with enough. It was hot as fuck, but it was more like upright sex with everyone somehow keeping their clothes on.
That random thought brought up all kinds of wicked ideas and questions.
I must have gotten more distracted than I realized because before I knew it, they were making their way back over to me. As they sat down, with Dare now perched on Ryan’s lap, I smiled. “That was…you guys…”
I really didn’t have the words for it, so I finally stopped trying for something fancy. “That was hot.”
Ryan chuckled, reaching for the water we’d switched over to. “It was awesome, but the best part was knowing you were watching. Is that weird?”
“No.” At least, I didn’t think it was. “I liked watching you. You both move good together.”
That hadn’t come out quite as smoothly as it had sounded in my head, and I could feel my face heating up. Dare just grinned, clearly not offended. “I loved knowing you were watching us too. Every time we looked over and saw how sexy you looked, Ryan got even harder.”
He wiggled on Ryan’s lap, teasing his erection. “I have proof.”
Something shifted in his gaze and his teasing grin fell away, changing to something more wicked. “Maybe if you’re a good boy, sometime I’ll show you what I learned in a pole dancing class I took. That’s even more fun.”
Huh?
“Like…pole…” I made a twirling motion with my finger that had Dare nodding.
“Oh yes, it was fun.” Dare leaned forward, stroking his hands up my chest. “It was really good exercise and I even got some pointers on how to do a lap dance, but I’ve never been able to practice on someone because it seemed too personal to do with just anyone. But I think my boys could help me with that.”
We both sat there, stunned with desire and the images he was drawing in our heads. It was so distracting we almost jumped as someone bumped into the table. “Dare, do I want to know what you’re doing to these two hunks?”
Dare looked up, laughing at the woman who was giving him a flirty grin and us a bit of a predatory smile. “Telling them about that pole dancing class you dragged me to a few years ago.”
The man who was standing beside her laughed, shaking his head. His reaction was more laid back and made me feel less like a piece of meat he was shopping for. “Oh yes, that explains it.”
My brain was slow to shift, but after a few seconds of watching Dare smile and tease his friends, I’d managed to push the dirty fantasy to the back of my head. Ryan seemed to be at the same point because when I looked over at him, I could see his polite mask falling into place.
Dare looked between us. “These are some old friends of mine, Cynthia and Adam. Guys, these are my boyfriends, Ryan and Scott.”
After handshakes and appropriate pleasantries, it was easier to ignore the fact that Dare had tried to date them and that they probably knew we were submissive.
Well, somewhat easier.
And they might have figured out the submissive part.
They were giving us weird glances but something said it was more about them than us.
“We haven’t seen you around lately.” Cynthia smiled, but there was something less than happy about it. “Now I can see why you didn’t have time for dinner last week.”
