Page 16 of Wishes for August

“The cute bartender asked me if I wanted to try it and I said yes but it’s so gross, I thought you could have it. Cause you’re so sweet and all.” Branson giggled at his own joke.

“Gee thanks mate,” I deadpanned, setting the atrocious drink on a side table.

I turned my attention back to the dancefloor and vaguely heard Branson speaking to me.

“August, hello?” he snapped his fingers in my face, annoyed by my lack of response.

“What?” I snapped instantly and instantly felt sorry for my outburst. “Shit, sorry mate. What is it you wanted to know?”

“I was asking if you wanted to hit the dance floor, but I can see your attention is already in that direction. Who are you watching?”

“No one,” I replied bluntly. I did not need Bran to know that Caleb was here. He would only get ideas and I didn’t need the pressure. I could find someone else to enjoy, easily.

Caleb was dancing, alone. He was moving to the beat with sensual movements, and I wanted so badly to join him. My eyes caught on a cute blonde guy making his way towards Caleb. When he got closer, he placed his hand on Caleb’s shoulder and leaned in, his lips so close to Caleb’s ear. I stood up straight as l felt my blood begin to boil. The twink’s hand on Caleb’s arm made me see red. I knew it was irrational but I didn’t care.

Unfortunately, my intense focus on the dance floor and my obvious scowl gave me away.

“You sure it’s no one? Do you always grind your teeth and clench your jaw like that over ‘no one’?”

Why does my best friend always see right through me? It’s as annoying as fuck.

I turned towards Bran, ready to snap at him again when he looked over my shoulder and smirked.

“Oh, he is cute, you know I love a blonde.” He winked at me. “Pity for you though, it looks like he’s taken by Mr Tall and Handsome over there."

Just great. Some cute blonde was hitting on my man.Not your man August, I reminded myself.

I’d told him nothing more could happen between us. He’d been interested and I shut him down. I did that. Me. But now my resolve was slipping faster than I could put it back in place.

As the blonde’s hand trailed up Caleb’s arm and towards his neck my resolve fell off the cliff.No, no, no.“It’s not the blonde!” I yelled at Branson as I stormed through the crowd, pushing past the sweaty, dancing bodies blocking my path.

This was madness. He was not mine; he was my boss. Nothing more. I had no claim to him. But hell, if I was going to stand around and let some blonde douche rub up on him. If I thought Caleb was possessive, he had nothing on the way I felt. I had never let someone affect me like this.

As I got closer, I saw the interest in the blonde’s eyes but also noticed that Caleb had taken a step away from the blonde and was dancing with a distance between them. Good. Blondie could fuck right off.

Caleb had his back to me, so he didn't see me approach. I came up closely behind him and slid my hand over his hip. He startled and looked over his shoulder, his eyes going wide when he noticed me. I held his gaze as I slid my other hand over his other side and pulled him flush against me. He didn’t pull away, instead as I began to move my hips, I felt him slowly start to match my rhythm. He was still watching me over his shoulder, unsure of what was about to happen. The way he looked at me made my already half hard cock harden completely. I knew I was probably confusing him, blowing hot and cold but in that moment I had not one fuck to give.

Glancing over Caleb’s shoulder, I caught Blondie’s annoyed gaze. “Leave,” I ordered. I am not sure he could hear me over the loud music but the look on my face told him all he needed to know. Thankfully, he was a clever fucker and got the picture, turning and walking away. Caleb turned to watch him walk away and I pulled him tighter to me.

Holding Caleb’s back flush against my front, we continued to dance to the beat of the music. I leaned into his ear, smelling the sweet smell of his sweat and cologne.

“Hello Boss Man, you look sexy as fuck out here on the dance floor. Did I disturb your date?”

His head turned back to me and he ghosted his lips over mine. I was grinding my very hard erection into his ass and there was no way he couldn't feel it.

“He wasn’t my date,” he breathed against my lips. It would have been so easy to close the gap between us and kiss him. But I didn’t.

Caleb’s lips were inviting, tempting, a sin I wanted to commit over and over again. But I resisted, drawing out the inevitable.

Instead, I moved away from his mouth and licked a slow line up his neck as we continued to get lost in the music. Lost to the sensations of being in the hot club, grinding against each other.

Catching him off guard, I spun him around so we were chest to chest, and my hands slid down to lightly grip his lush ass. He lifted his hands tentatively and placed them around my neck. Pulling him closer to me, I could feel he was as hard as I was. We were still dancing, still grinding against each other. It felt like the beat of the music was directing us, controlling us, moving through our bodies. The way we moved together was poetic, rhythmic, a perfect match of bodies.

My heart was beating wildly having him so close to me. I wanted to lick this man from top to bottom. I wanted to throw him on my bed and kiss him until he was breathless and whimpering beneath me. I wanted to do so much to him. And I had the feeling he’d let me.

He looked at me again, his green eyes seeing right into my soul. I was sure he could read the lust all over my face. Caleb flashed me a naughty grin. I leaned into him and rubbed my nose up his throat, breathing him in and feeling him swallowbeneath my touch. Reaching his ear, I sucked his earlobe into my mouth, biting it lightly.

“I’ve been thinking about you, about your hard cock. About how you gagged around me. About your beautiful tears. So fucking pretty.”

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