“I bet you're glad I gave you that lube now, aren't you?” Luca's voice is laced with amusement when he sets a hand on my shoulder.
I shove his hand off, not taking my eyes away from Jamie. “You can go in my spot, right?”
“Sure, but you know Gil won't be happy about it.”
“As long as one of us is up on that stage in ten minutes, I don't think he'll care.”
“Okay, but if he says anything to me about—”
“I'll take the blame.”
“Good because I'm getting Valentine’s Day off and I won't let you ruin that for me.”
“Do you even have plans for Valentine's Day?”
“No, but I will.” He smiles toward the door, eyeing Ethan.
“Good luck with that, since it looks like he may have his eyes on someone else.” I nod in the direction of the person Ethan's gaze is locked on. He’s practically being eye fucked by the guy Jamie's with and doesn't seem to mind. If anything, it’s very welcome.
Luca's smile falls and then he shrugs his shoulders, straightening his mermaid skirt and seashell top. “I don't think anything will come from that, and even if he does go home with that guy, it will only make him realize something’s missing. Maybe then it will dawn on him that something is me.” He moves toward the stage in confident strides, pretty self-assured of his delusions. He always knows how to turn a negative thing into a positive one, I'll give him that.
Before I can turn back toward where Jamie is sitting, he’s already standing a few inches away from me. “Fancy seeing you here,mi pequeña bailarina.”
There goes that name again. Something about the way he says it in a sexy deep tone causes a warmth to sweep down my body, going straight to my cock. “You should think about saying more things in Spanish. It's definitely working for you.”
“Do you understand Spanish?”
“No, but we could always pretend I do. I'm sure you could read the menu from your favorite restaurant and have me melting into a puddle on the floor.”
He laughs and it's loud enough to hear over the song playing. “I didn't come here to stalk you by the way.”
“No? Why did you come then? Looking for a new one-night stand? Because I gotta warn you, my friend Luca is pretty much taken, even though the guy doesn't know yet.”
“My brother dragged me here after the shit day I had. My ex wants to put the house on the market, so I need to hurry up and find a place before I'm homeless. It's a bit short notice, but he isn't exactly looking at things from my side.”
“You're fucking kidding, right? The guy leaves you at the altar, ripping your heart out, and now he's taking away your home? He sure is in a hurry to move on with his life. What an insensitive prick.” My body vibrates with anger over something that isn't even being done to me, but I hate staring into Jamie's defeated eyes. Him breaking right in front of me is splitting my heart in two.
“Yeah, the thing is, he was never like this before, so I don't get the sudden change. I no longer recognize who he is. It's like someone else has taken his place and the Rhys I knew completely disappeared. I don't want to think about it anymore tonight though, and that's why I'm here. What do you say you help me forget?”
17
Jamie
Taylor steps close to me,and he smells like cherry and vanilla. I breathe him in, ready for him to be the only thing I smell. “I'd love to, but I can't leave quite yet. I sent Luca onstage in my place, so I had some time to chat, but I have to go on in about fifteen minutes.”
“Oh, okay. I mean of course, you are at work after all. I guess I didn't really think this through.”
He laughs, running his hand down my arm. “How about for now you dance with me?”
I arch a brow. “Here?”
“Yes, here.”
“Stand by Me” starts to play and Luca's movements match the rhythm of the beat and the doorman's gaze is no longer on my brother—it’s on Luca instead—but Johnathan’s too wrapped up in conversation with the bartender to care.
Taylor pulls me closer until we’re chest to chest, wrapping his arms tightly around me. Our bodies sway together to the rhythm of the song and I can't stop my hands from traveling down his body.
I spin him around until his back is pressed to my front and he moves his ass against me, teasing my hardening cock. Spinning him back around, I cup the side of his face with my free hand and capture his lips with mine. I don't care if my brother sees us. I'm sure he's suspected something from the moment I suggested this place when he said he wanted me to come out with him tonight. I always fight him on trying to get me to leave my house, not blurt out suggestions of clubs. But he could sense my tension the moment he saw me earlier.
