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Or you’re pissed because your moment got cut short.
Taylor meets my eyes as his sister pulls him from the bathroom.
“Next one’s for you. Enjoy the show,” he says. And then the fuckerwinksat me.
And the twitch I felt before is now a full-blown hard-on.
Chapter 4
Taylor
Having a reason to really ham up my performance is exhilarating. Knowing the stranger from the bathroom is watching me makes my heart race.
I don’t think too long or hard about the fact that it’s another older man who’s caught my attention…or one who’s obviously hesitant about going after what he wants.
Guess I have a type.
As I climb back on stage, Livvy places a tiara on my head that saysBirthday Bitch,and I can’t help but laugh, wondering if they made Damon wear the same one last night.
God, he would havehated it.I can picture how red his cheeks would’ve been. Almost as if in response to my style, Damon’s fashion choices swing wildly in the opposite direction of mine. He wanted to make sure everyone knew we werenotidentical in all aspects of our lives…namely, our sexual orientation. So, he dresses in tailored suits, keeps his hair cut short, and of course, his face has never seen a product beyond a bar of soap.
With my tiara in place, Ireallywish I had at least put my rhinestone freckles and eyeliner on. And I wouldkillto have my thigh-highs, fishnets, and spandex shorts.
But I guess I’ll make do with nothing but my jeans and secret lace panties. Thank God they have a hole in the front like traditional boxers or else my bathroom interaction would have required further explanation.
Or a fuck in one of the stalls.
I’m pretty sure my stranger would have been down after a little convincing. The outline of his hardening cock was all the proof I needed.
Speaking of, I watch him take a seat at the bar. He leans over to say something to a woman who appears to be guarding his drink.
The woman laughs at whatever he says and touches his back.
If heishere with her, I’m about to make him regret those lust-filled eyes he gave me in the bathroom. And if heisn’twith her, I’ll teach her to keep her hands to her damn self.
As our next song starts, I take the wireless mic and head for the bar. I’ve been here plenty of times, and I know the bartenders fairly well, so no one tries to stop me when I climb on top of the marble surface. It doesn’t take long for me to find the stranger’s eyes at the other end. The current song is sensual and slow and perfect for when I drop into a squat with my knees wide, stripper style.
My stranger follows the movement with an odd mix of lust and anger on his features.
Standing, I make my way toward him, but I don’t account for the condensation left behind from a couple of glasses Shelly recently cleared and lose my footing.
If I topple to the right, I’m going to seriously hurt myself on the beer taps, but if I overcorrect to the left, I’m going to land on the customers at the bar.
It feels like slow motion when my stranger plants his left hand on the bar top and stretches his right arm up, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my jeans, yanking me toward him.
I land with a thud against his chest, and the bar erupts in cheers. As a thank you,and a happy birthday to myself,I hook my arm around his neck and swallow his lips in a kiss. I feel his slight hesitation before he gives in and kisses me back. Several people clap and yell, a few others tell us to get a room, and then there’s always one…the one who’s got to be an asshole just because I’m a guy who loves to kiss other guys.
When the slur reaches our ears, my stranger pulls back and sets my feet on the ground, giving me a look that threatens to melt these panties right off. We stand there, both breathing hard, until he throws a couple of twenty-dollar bills on the bar and brushes past me toward the front doors without a word.
I’m left standing here, wondering what the hell just happened, when suddenly, Livvy’s handing me my shirt.
It’s probably my desperation talking, but for those few seconds our eyes were locked, I swear something passed between him and me. An unspoken understanding of some sort, but it was long gone before I could catch it and dissect it properly.
I no longer feel like singing after the encounter. My mood sours significantly when he leaves before I can even catch his name.
When Livvy and I make our way back to the table with Francesca and Ash, I feel Livvy’s eyes on me.
“Liv, stop looking at me like that,” I grumble, reading the look on her face.
