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He swung a leg over mine, straddling me while standing and rolling his body to the chorus. Cal grabbed my hands and moved them down his chest to the lyrics, and sparks pricked at my fingertips as they swept down his body. It was erotic and sensual, igniting my arousal instantly. I could barely concentrate on any one sensation, completely overwhelmed with how devastatingly sexy Cal was. I pulled in a stuttered breath as he moved off my lap for the second verse, slowly circling me as he continued to sway and roll with the sultry tones. I dugmy nails into my palms, clenching every muscle tight to hold off the tingling of an impending orgasm.

No no, please God, not now. I cannot blow from a lap dance. I will literally perish in a ball of flame from humiliation if that happens. Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts…gross feet, crying babies, smelly jockstraps, Cal in a jockstrap, Cal pulling off that jockstrap and bending over—NO! BAD! You stop it right now!

The spiral of my thoughts helped distract me just enough to stem the building release, but my erection was still dangerously hard while Cal spun around and put his back to me, dropping into my lap just enough to tease but barely touch. He was mesmerizing, all eyes watching him with rapt attention. You could sense the shift in the atmosphere, the air feeling heavy and lustful as Cal danced. Finally, the song faded out as Cal finished with one last immaculate body roll, landing on my lap and capturing my lips in a blistering kiss. The whoops and hollers from the crowd sounded fuzzy, blood pounding in my ears as Cal owned me with his sinful lips.

Too soon, he released me and I sucked down a lungful of oxygen. My head was swimming with Cal the only thing in perfect focus. My world began and ended with him, and I sat ensnared like I was completely attuned to his unique frequency.

He climbed off me, plopping down in the seat next to me like nothing had happened. I was still shell-shocked by his performance when the raspy voice of Rihanna's “S&M” blared over the club. My attention snapped to Griffin who was playing to the crowd, trying to get them to clap along to the beat. To his credit, he had his own magnetism that drew people to him like Cal did though in a different way, and he had the audience eating out of his hand.

He flashed a bright smile, grinding his hips and doing some impressive moves as the song played. He then yanked off his shirt and pretended to wipe down his chest, the movement suggestive and hot. The crowd whistled, loving every second. Griffin then zeroed in on Fin who was sitting ramrod straight in his chair, his jaw hanging as he watched Griffin approach him. Griffin threw his shirt around Fin's neck, gripping both ends and using it to pull Fin close to him as he rolled his body perfectly. Fin's face was nearly buried in Griffin's abs until the shirt disappeared, Fin being pushed back in his seat as Griffin dropped on his lap.

The energy between them was thick and palpable, their eyes lockedon one another intensely. Fin shook off his surprise, waggling his brows and biting his lip enticingly up at Griffin. He threw himself into the performance, scraping down Griffin's chest provocatively. Griffin pulled away, shaking his finger at Fin and instead throwing a leg over Aly's chair and grinding on her during the last seconds of the song. I cast a glance at Fin whose face was bright red, his eyes narrowed in displeasure at the scene next to him. I couldn't quite tell if it was out of annoyance or jealousy, but something told me my friend had succumbed to Griffin's charms whether he realized it or not.

The song finished to resounding applause while Madame Roxie took the stage again to declare a winner.

“Whew! That was too hot for words,” Roxie exclaimed, fanning herself dramatically. “What a satisfying finish, and I don't just mean my own…speaking of, does anyone have a cigarette? Anywho my beauties, let's move on to the good part and give it up for your favorite dancer! The loudest cheers will declare the winner of our amateur lap dance contest!”

Roxie made her way to each contestant, waving her hand over them in turn and eliciting cheers from the room. The first two contestants got roughly the same applause, but when she reached Cal, the noise amplified to absurd levels. Cal waved at the room with an embarrassed smile, and I planted a kiss on his heated cheek. However, when Roxie waved over Griffin’s head, the screeches and claps made me flinch in my seat, deafening in the confines of the building. Shock colored Griffin’s face, but quickly morphed into a wide smile as he stood and gave an exaggerated bow. We all laughed and cheered him on, except for Fin who was notably more subdued. He caught my concerned gaze, but plastered a smile on that I wasn’t buying. He shook his head at me subtly, so I decided to drop it…for now.

We soon exited the building into the humid Texas air, the slight breeze doing nothing to cool my sweaty skin. Kenji was giving Griffin crap for refusing to take off the plastic crown he got for winning, and we all cracked up when Fin snatched it off his head and took off running. Griffin cursed and shot off after him, but poor Fin hadn’t stood a chance against the solid Lacrosse player. Griffin snagged Fin around his waist, yanking him off the ground as Fin yelped in surprise. I couldn’t hear what Griffin whispered in Fin’s ear, but whatever it was had Fin relaxing in his hold and gnawing his bottom lip. I looked away, uncomfortable at the weirdly intimate moment going on between them.I’d probably get the play by play from Fin later, whether I wanted it or not.

“Did you enjoy the show, Sweetness?” Cal hummed in my ear. His sultry tone slid down my body like warm water, making me shiver in his grasp. His arm slid around my stomach, securing me to his chest where I could feel his heartbeat through my skin. “I believe you owe me a ride for holding up my end of our bargain. And I think there was also something about a special toy you had for us?”

“I think you were hearing things. I don’t recall saying that,” I panted out, my breathing turning shallow with need. Cal growled in my ear and ground his thickened cock against my crease. A desperate whimper escaped me, his inaudible chuckle vibrating through my back.

“Is that so? Well, how about I turn you into my personal toy for the night instead? I’ll tie you down and use your hot little body to get myself off. I’ll have you begging for release when I flood your sweet hole with my cum.”

I dropped my head back on his shoulder, chest thudding out an unsteady rhythm at the salacious picture he drew. “What if I had something else in mind?” I rasped.

Cal spun me around to face him, gripping the back of my neck to hold me still as he licked lightly around the outline of my lips. I tried chasing his lips for a kiss, but his grip kept me just out of reach as he continued his gentle assault. I was vaguely aware that I should have been embarrassed by our display out on the crowded street, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not with the fire Cal was stoking in my body, spreading fast and hot until I was sure I’d combust. His lips finally covered mine, his tongue sweeping in to tease at my own.

In the next second, he tugged me back and gave me a devious smile that I felt down in my groin.

“Do you worst, Sweetness.”

26

RHYS

Our hands were frantic as we burst into Cal’s apartment, groping at every bit of skin we could. His lips were fused to mine, refusing to part for more than a second as we blindly stumbled toward the couch. I had never been this insatiable for anything in my life before. Sex with Connor had been good and all, but I had always thought this type of uncontrollable lust was just a figment of fiction. Something only seen in movies or smutty books. Being with Cal proved me wrong. Every day I wondered if our passion for each other would cool and sex would become merely an afterthought, but it only seemed to grow hotter each time.

Cal threw me forcefully on the couch, crashing down on top of me and pinning me with his hips. His mouth latched onto the sensitive flesh beneath my ear and I keened softly, clawing at the muscles in his back. I wanted to dig them in and scour him with deep red lines that would mark him as mine. I had never considered myself a jealous person until Cal came along. Now, I was feral in my need to prove he was mine and no one else’s. I yanked at his shirt, clumsily pulling it over his head to get access to his tan skin. I kissed down his neck, his collarbone, and his pecs before sinking my teeth into the muscle there.

“Fuck, Rhys,” Cal hissed, cradling my head to hold me in place. “What are you doing to me?” he grated, rough and low.

His fingers twisted in my hair as he tugged my head back, claimingmy lips again fiercely. Suddenly, he yanked me to a sitting position and grasped me under my thighs. Standing, he hauled me up with him and my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. I never got sick of him manhandling me like he did. It was sexy as heck and I swooned every time. I licked and sucked at his throat while he carried me to his bedroom, feeling his answering groan against my lips.

He gently laid me down and slid his hands slowly up my chest, ridding me of my shirt as he went. Cal dipped down and ran the flat of his tongue against my nipple, shards of need shooting through me. He continued to tease and suckle it while his hands worked me out of my jeans. I let out a hoarse cry when he bit down on one of the puckered buds, blowing on it to soothe the ache before circling it with his tongue again. It was blissful torture.

My pants and boxers were tugged off and flung somewhere behind Cal. He raised up on his knees and stared down at me, the dark prince lording over his property. I fought the urge to cover myself from his penetrating gaze, old insecurities rising despite the countless times he’d seen me naked already. It wasn’t easy to drown out the voices that had buried themselves in my subconscious years ago, always ready to point out everything I was lacking. Ideas of what I had planned to ask him for pierced my thoughts, the voices scornfully reminding me how damaged I really was. They echoed and ricocheted in my head until they were all I could focus on.

“Hey, where did you go?” Cal asked softly, lowering himself onto his elbows over me. “I can hear your brain working overtime. What’s wrong?”

I squirmed uncomfortably, not wanting him to see how weak I still was. “Nothing. Why aren’t you getting undressed?” I deflected, but Cal narrowed his eyes at me.

“Don’t do that. Tell me what’s got you all in your head,” he pressed, gripping my chin and forcing my gaze to his. What I saw there unlocked something inside me that had the truth spilling free.

“I think I’m broken,” I whispered, but the words sounded like a bomb going off in the dark. Cal’s eyes flared wide, surprise and anger clouding his features.

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