Page 79 of Fracture

“And what did you wear when you danced here?”

I grin at him. “Usually, only tiny black shorts.”

I can hear the growl he lets out reverberate through my shoulder, and he shakes his head with a smile. “I bet you looked real fucking good, pretty boy.”

“Best dancer in the club.”

He grabs my ass hard. “Might have to give me a show some time, huh?”

My eyes land on Stella, who is watching us with open lust, her face a sweet combination of curiosity and desire.

“Like what you see?” I ask, and she nods eagerly.

We reach the bar, and I lean across to greet the bartender, who’s been here since my dancing days. Levi and Stella stand beside me, Stella behind Levi with her arms wrapped around his waist. They look so natural, as she leans up to speak to him, and he laughs, caressing her arm with his fingertips.

“What are we drinking?” I ask them, having to raise my voice over the noise of people and thumping music.

“Ooh, a Cosmo!” Stella exclaims. “I haven’t had one of those in years!”

Levi smiles over his shoulder indulgently, and Stella’s eyes shine as she gazes up at him. “Just a whiskey for me,” he says.

I lean over the bar and half-shout the order to the bartender, when there are hands on my hips. My head snaps to the side, to see Levi and Stella still standing there. Levi’s face darkens instantly.

I turn my head to see who is holding me, and look into the face of a young dark-haired man with a lip ring, and tattoos on his forehead.

“Hey,” he says, smiling lustfully. “You here alone?”

“No, he isn’t.” Levi is beside me instantly.

The young man backs away, smiling. “Lucky you.” He gives me a nod before disappearing back into the dancing crowd.

Levi turns to me, his mouth twitching into a smile. “Who knew having the best looking guy in the club as my boyfriend would be a problem, huh?”

Boyfriend. Jesus fucking christ, I’m too old for that word to have butterflies erupting in my stomach. But here I am, feeling like a fucking kid.

Levi puts a hand around the back of my neck and draws me to him, and when his lips meet mine, I swear the whole world comes to a stop. It’s not the first time we’ve kissed, it’s not the first time I’ve kissed a man in public. But kissinghim, kissing this man I love with my entire fucking soul here, with the woman we want to give our lives to watching us - I’ve never felt more whole, more right, more seen.

When he finally releases me, we both turn to look at Stella, who is leaning against the bar on her elbows. She’s biting her lip, and the way her legs are crossed, I can see she’s clenching her thighs together. She’s fucking loving this.

Our drinks are placed on the bar, and I pluck a hefty tip from my pocket. Stella swoops up her drink, her hips already swaying to the music as she raises it to her lips. I take a sip of my whiskey as she moves in front of me, grinding her ass against my groin.

“I’m told you love dancing,” I say, laying a kiss against her shoulder.

“I sure do.”

“Shall we?”

She smiles over her shoulder at me, her hair falling against her cheek, and she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. She throws back the rest of her Cosmo like it’s water, and Levi laughs, taking a hurried gulp of his whiskey before Stella drags us both into the pulsating crowd.

Before long, we’re all covered in sweat, grinding on each other as the music thunders around us. Stella’s face shines in the flashing blue and purple lights, one arm curled back aroundmy neck, the other draped around Levi’s shoulders as she dances between us.

Levi leans in to kiss her, and I curl my hand around her throat to angle her up for him. I can feel her moan, my other hand moving over her breast, shielded by Levi’s body so the dancers around us can’t see what’s going on.

Her hand drops from my arm, snaking its way between our bodies, and she rubs my cock through my pants as she and Levi continue to devour each other right in front of me.

Levi releases her mouth, leaning over Stella’s shoulder to kiss me, pinning her between us. He groans into my mouth, and I just know Stella’s rubbing him too, getting us both hard in the middle of the fucking dance floor. Deeply unprofessional for the owner of the fucking nightclub, but I don’t fucking care.

Levi pulls back from me, grinning widely. “Is there a VIP room here?”

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