Page 202 of The Head Game

Matty shrugged. “Maybe it’s an occasional thing.”

“What? Like you?”

Matty let out a huff. “Shut up.”

“Oh, good chirp there, Matty. Real original.”

They continued squabbling until August nudged Nico’s thigh. “Hey, you want to dance too?”

Nico stared blankly. “Oh my God. Are you actually volunteering to go to the club downstairs and dance?”

“Yes. If it’ll get you and Matty to shut up. You’re worse than Jules and me.”

Nico laughed and shoved at Matty, encouraging him to slide out of the booth. “Oh, hell yes. I want to see your moves. I’m still kind of sad you’re not wearing a special sweater vest though.”

“They are wildly impractical for clubs,” August grumbled, smoothing down his plain black T-shirt. “Too warm for dancing.”

“I can’t wait to see this,” Nico said, taking August’s hand and tugging him toward the stairs. “C’mon, show me your moves, Auggie.”

* * *

Half an hour later, August was so turned on he could hardly think straight.

Nico was, unsurprisingly, a great dancer.

In snug black jeans and a black mesh sleeveless shirt, he moved fluidly to the beat, brushing his ass against August’s groin in a horribly distracting way.

August was doing his best to keep up with him.

Was August the best dancer in the club tonight? No. But he knew how to move his hips and Nico kept turning around and kissing him like he was doing something right, which was all August cared about.

Someone bumped August’s shoulder and he turned to see Nico’s captain and his husband.

“I think we’re heading out,” Dustin yelled, his arm draped over Charlie’s shoulder. “You guys good?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” Nico hollered back. “Unless you want some company, Charlie? We could upgrade that threesome to a foursome now that Auggie and I are together.”

August rolled his eyes at Dustin. “Never,” he mouthed over Nico’s shoulder.

Dustin laughed. “Absolutely not, you horn dog. And what are you trying to pull? If I made a move on August, you’d deck me.”

“I mean, maybe,” Nico said, like he was seriously considering it. “It would depend on how hot you looked together.”

August snorted, burying his face against the back of Nico’s head. His hair was growing in, long enough to hide the scar, though he seemed proud of it now, showing it off to anyone who wanted to see it.

After they said their goodbyes to Dustin and Charlie, Nico turned in his arms, his eyes bright and sparkling in the shifting colors of the club lights. “I love messing with them.”

“I know you do.” August settled his arms around Nico’s waist. “I also know you’d probably be all about hooking up with them if I was into the idea.”

Nico shrugged. “I mean, I’m not not up for it, but you know I don’t need it.”

“I know,” August said. “And I really am still thinking about letting you take me to that club in Amsterdam this summer. Just to say I’ve done it.”

“God,” Nico said with a groan, rubbing shamelessly all over August, his cock pressed right up against August’s hip. “I want to drag you into the bathroom and blow you right now. Just thinking about you fucking me in front of an audience gets me so hot.”

August laughed. “Not in a city where I might run into someone I know.”

“Fair,” Nico said with a flirty little grin. He squeezed August’s ass. “But there’s always Europe.”

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