Page 62 of In Step

I smiled at the memory. Up until then we’d kept things between us to grinding, hand jobs, orhimblowingme. But I’d fantasised having his gorgeous cock in my mouth for days, and I was done waiting. I wasn’t as good as Kane in the deep-throat department, but I could hold my own.

The condom wasn’t for my benefit. Kane hadn’t had a partner in years, was tested more than an Olympic sprinter, and I went with the science—undetectable was untransmissible, made even more so by the fact I took PrEP. But Kane was insistent, and I loved his protective concern. So, I dealt with the latex tang and the ache in my chest at not tasting him raw, but in seconds those minor drawbacks were lost to the look of pleasure on his face as he cradled my face and came like a freight train in under a minute flat.

“Not being blown in nine years will do that to you,” he said as his knees wobbled and he slid down the stainless-steel refrigerator door with his eyes crossed, a smile on his face and a mouth full of thank yous.

My fucking pleasure.

Needless to say, he was a lot more mellow for the remainder of the cook.

Point to me.

And I had a new nickname. More often than not, I started the night in Kane’s bed—with or without a dance lesson beforehand—but since I always returned to my own long before the witching hour, Kane had taken to calling me Cinders.

It was another sappy thing I kind of loved.

Sometimes the light still shone under Leroy and Fox’s door when I sneaked back inside, and I figured I was cutting it thin to hope the dance lesson ruse held, but Leroy hadn’t said anything more and I could only hope. More importantly, he clearly hadn’t mentioned anything to Judah, my biggest concern.

By the Friday night tango session, Judah and I could barely keep our eyes open, and we’d finished with Morgan calling a moratorium on any work for Judah over the weekend. He hadn’t had another attack since the previous week, but he was poking the bear. We all knew it.

He’d protested—of course he had—but that was shut down by a single blazing look from Morgan, who calmly informed him that Saturday night dinner with Jon and Connie was the only time Judah would be leaving the boathouse all weekend, period. Judah’s red-cheeked but instant submission had been a miracle akin to that guy who walked atop the Sea of Galilee, and we all picked our jaws up off the floor.

Secretly, I was relieved to have the break as well, especially with Kane talking to Leroy on Sunday. Who knew how that potential fiasco would roll out? But I had every intention of staying close to the action, figuring my name would surely come up. Kane wasn’t convinced Leroy knew anything about us, but I’d have bet my last pair of dance tights on it.

Which was why I intended to make the most of this tour Kane had organised.

I clicked the seat belt in place and looked to where he sat smiling at me from the driver’s seat. “What?”

“I like you in my car.” His eyes darkened, and shy Kane slid to the background as he so often did when we were alone.

I groaned. “Jesus. Don’t start. I pretty much spring wood every time I’m within fifty metres of you, as it is.”

He laughed just as someone thumped on my door and I spun to find Fox, the fucker, laughing at my no doubt startled look. “Have fun, you two.”

I flipped him off and watched as he headed down the hill to the beach with Mack bounding at his heels. “Do you think he knows?”

Kane shrugged. “I’ve given up worrying. They’ll both know tomorrow. Ready?”

I sat back and relaxed. “I’m all yours.”

He held my gaze for a long second, the space between us electric. Then he smiled. “Good to know.” He threw the Accord into gear and pulled away from the homestead, slowing to pass Jam who was headed up the driveway, no doubt to visit Leroy. It was an odd friendship, but it seemed to work, and he waved as we drove by.

The further we got from the homestead, the more Kane relaxed, until eventually his warm hand found my thigh, his fingers tapping along to Six60. I smiled, covering it with my own, and he glanced over with warm, happy eyes. “This is nice.”

“Yeah, it is.” I slid my free hand around his neck, giving those blond locks a gentle tug or two until he shot me another smile.

“You have a one-track mind, old man.”

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.” I tugged again. “And enough of the old.”

“Stop it.” He laughed. “Or I’ll drive us off the road.”

“Now who has the one-track mind? I can’t help if the feel of your hair in my hand is irreversibly linked with the image of my cock in your mouth. Who’d have guessed?”

Kane glanced my way. “Really?”

I moved his hand up my leg and pressed it against my semi-hard cock. “Really.”

He snorted. “You need to get out more.”

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