Page 44 of Troy

It feels like forever since I’ve been out dancing, but really, it’s not. It’s simply that so many life-changing moments have occurred since Logan ended our relationship. But now, with Raff holding my back to his chest as we sway to the music, everything seems brighter, more vibrant and alive.

Corrigan and Ben decided to join us and Nico and Ryan are on their way, so it’s going to be a great evening. Exactly what I need, what we all need, before we start with Mason on Monday.

After a couple of beers, I switch to water, I want to dance long and hard tonight so I need to replace the fluid as I sweat. Surveying the dancefloor, I recognize various people from the Gym and everyone looks genuinely happy to see me back out again. Raff lays a long, wet kiss on my neck, then scrapes his teeth over the sensitive spot.

“I think it’s time to dance again, baby. Let me get you grinding up against my dick.” His husky voice growls in my ear and I can only nod, coherency lost to me. Especially when Raff grinds against my ass.

“Lead the way, my love.” Moving to let him step past me, he snags my hand and guides me into the sweaty throng of men. Ben and Corrie dance together, definitely getting their groove on; I wonder if something’s going on there.

The music takes over my body, making my hips sway as my feet move to the beat. Raff’s hands resting on my hips, I lift my arms above my head and lose myself in the melody. Traveling up my body and gliding up my arms, his hands link with mine before wrapping them around his neck. Then, grasping my ass, he kisses me as our bodies grind together to Tom Odell’s Wrong Crowd but the only thing I hear is the frantic beat of my heart. The decadent, reckless way we kiss is probably best not shared in public but I can’t stop, I never want this feeling to end. Raff pulls away, his vibrant green eyes gleam as he gulps in some much-needed oxygen before swiping his tongue over his bottom lip.

Someone touches my shoulder and Nico chortles, “So not the place to be doing that, guys. I think every man in this place has a hard-on now.”

I really don’t care, I want to burrow into Raff and never leave his arms. I smile at my friend, “Maybe you should be grinding up against your husband a bit more often.”

Ryan laughs and, hauling Nico back, starts to dance. Nico growls but moves in close to join him. Raff spins me around and rubs his hard dick against my pants. “Your ass looks so fucking hot in those jeans, I’m going to be feasting on it when we get home.” His hot breath washes over my ear, causing a shudder. Whether it’s the words or the promise, I’m not sure but I spin back to face him. Hooking my fingers through his belt loops, I tug him against me.

Making sure he can feel my solid, aching dick against his, I clamp down on my lip. Unhurriedly lifting my eyes to his, I let go of my lip and reply, “I can’t fucking wait.”

We start dancing again, keeping it under control this time, still, I’m all over his body. I pull his head down for a kiss when I feel a hand on my shoulder, prizing me away this time.

“I think you’ve had your turn with him, but can I have my boyfriend back now, please?” The stranger keeps a tight grip on my arm as he shoves me away from Raff.

Whipping my head around to see Raff, I see his furious glare at the newcomer.

“Raff, baby. What is going on? Why are you with this boy? You tell me to come to you, that you’ve got a job for me here and I see you with another man. Were you missing me so much, you needed a fuck?” His eyes roam over Raff’s body, appraising his muscular chest in his tight, black, fitted, button down shirt and a lascivious grin breaks out when he sees the outline of Raff’s erection. Then he pulls him to him and kisses Raff roughly.

Pushing him away while wiping his mouth, Raff manages to demand, “Drake, what the fuck are you doing here?”

“You called me; you said you wanted me back.” Drake purrs as he reaches out to touch Raff’s chest.

“What the fuck are you talking about? We finished months ago! Fuck off and stop talking such shit.” Raff’s hand shoots out and grabs mine, yanking me against his body. I try to shake out of his clutch but he holds me too tight.

I spot Nico and the others moving towards us, weaving in and out of the writhing bodies.

“Baby, how can you say that? You said you were so unhappy.”

Nico reaches us and I see his eyes zoom in on the stranger. “Who the fuck are you?” He growls.

Drake’s eyes widen and stare openly at Nico. “Wow! Nico Angeles, I’m honored to meet you. I’m Drake Hauffman. I’m a model; maybe we can work together now I have my man back.”

“I don’t fucking think so,” Raff shouts, “what the fuck are you on? Are you high? We ended when I caught you getting your ass pounded in our own damn bed. I dumped you months ago.”

“That’s not what happened.” Drake shakes his head in denial, “I forgave you, I told you I loved you too much to let your cheating break us up.”

The asshole swivels to me and looks me over disdainfully. “I see your taste hasn’t improved, Raff, but never mind. Time for you to go, little boy, he wants his man back.”

At this point, Raff lets go of me and pushes me towards Nico, then, drawing himself up to his full height, he towers over the guy. “Get the fuck out of my sight! I will beat your ass, Drake, if you’re not gone in five seconds.”

Nico passes me back to where Ryan and Ben bide their time, I hadn’t noticed Corrigan halting next to Raff. His body language is anything but friendly, but this bastard is not getting the message and tries to reach out to my man again. Ryan clamps his hand down on my arm, “Leave them, Troy.”

Then, without warning, Raff strikes out and punches this creep on the nose. Blood spurts out, flooding his face. As his hands reach up to cover his nose, Raff takes a step closer, but Drake steps back and shouts at him before both Nico and Corrigan move in. Stepping backwards, Drake bumps into the huge doorman who has decided to break things up.

“Is this man a problem, Mr. Angeles?” The man enquires.

Nico replies, I don’t hear what he says but Drake is dragged, still clamoring, to the exit.

Raff rushes up to me but I shake my head. “Not here, Rafferty, not now. I’m going home.” I pull my arm free from Ryan’s touch and stalk past Raff, not looking at him again.

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