Page 36 of Body Check

Was Gavin risking everything by thinking about getting involved with someone who worked for the team? Someone who worked forhim? But his gaze caught on Jesse and Connor, making out, lost in their own little bubble, and he thought no.

No, maybe not.

No, maybe this wasexactlywhat he needed.

A tall, broad man moved in on Dakota, hands aggressive as he pulled Dakota close, and Gavin bristled. But Dakota slipped away, holding the guy at arm’s length while he shouted something to him.

The man disappeared with a frown.

Gavin caught Dakota’s eye roll as he moved a little closer to the group and Gavin thought maybethatwas part of the test too. Maybe Dakota was making sure Gavin knew he could handlehimself. Reminding Gavin he wasn’t a bottom. Wasn’t interested in having someone else take control.

Which weren’t always the same things, anyway, but clearly were for Dakota.

And while Gavin could admit the thought of sliding inside of Dakota’s incredible ass was something he’dthoughtabout, it wasn’t the only idea he had of what they could do. There were a thousand other spots he could touch and taste. There were places to lick and suck, hell, even places to fuck.

And yes, if Dakota wanted it bad enough, Gavin might reconsider his own stance on getting fucked. Dakota didn’t know any of that, but maybe there was a way Gavin could show him.

Gavin knew the unspoken language in clubs like this, the subtle maneuverings as people came together and parted ways. Dancing was communication, it was foreplay, it was, well, a mating dance.

He picked his target, a guy who had been eyeing him up and down earlier but hadn’t made a move. They were of fairly equal height, though he was less muscular than Gavin, and he gave Gavin a surprised look when Gavin moved in close and slung an arm around his neck.

“Somehow, I got the feeling you weren’t into me earlier,” he shouted in Gavin’s ear.

“You might be surprised,” Gavin said vaguely.

He shifted, turning his back to the guy, letting him wrap his hands around Gavin’s hips and grind against him.

They were both overheated and sweaty, chest and back sliding together. Gavin locked gazes with Dakota, allowing the other guyto control their movements, watching the flicker of surprise on Dakota’s face.

Gavin smirked, not looking away until Dakota did.

Gavin danced with the guy for a while, trying to get lost in the music again, but on the inside, he was vibrating, waiting for that heated moment when Dakota would glance his way again.

It happened over, and over, until Gavin was barely aware of the man at his back, the one with his hands all over him. All he could think about was gettingDakota’shands on him.

When he could no longer stand it, he finally pulled away, ignoring the stranger’s confused noises before he plunged into the crowd of writhing bodies. He made it as far as the bar and ordering a water before Dakota was beside him.

His gaze was heated as he took Gavin’s hand again, pulling him toward the back of the club. They wove through a hallway, to where it was dim and shadowy. Around them were other couples, other men kissing and grinding together.

Dakota pushed him against the wall, his eyes glittering in the dim light. “Yes,” was all he said but it was enough.

Their mouths met in a heated clash, tongues dueling, before Gavin reminded himself if Dakota wanted to be in charge, he should let him. He bent his neck to reach Dakota’s mouth better and softened his lips, letting his tongue flick inside his mouth, groaning at the taste.

When Dakota shoved a thigh between his, he widened his stance, trailing a hand up Dakota’s bare back, his skin damp from sweat. He traced the faint groove along his spine, dipping down to the small of his back before sliding upward again.

Dakota pressed warm palms to his Gavin’s chest as he kissed him harder, tongue delving a little more deeply. Dakota tweaked his nipple and Gavin groaned at the sharp bolt of sensation that shot through him, settling low in his belly. He was already hard, had been since they were dancing, but this ratcheted it up a notch, and he buried his hand in Dakota’s hair, the elastic slipping off and onto the floor.

Dakota let out a low noise, dragging his blunt fingernails down Gavin’s chest. He shuddered, bucking against Dakota, who flattened his hand and slid it below Gavin’s waistband.

But there was no room to maneuver, and with a frustrated noise, Dakota pulled away a little, their mouths still joined. He fumbled for Gavin’s button and zipper, biting at his lower lip when he got them undone, plunging his hand inside and wrapping it around Gavin’s cock.

The fabric of his underwear was still a barrier, but even that felt incredible.

“Fuck,” Gavin rasped, and Dakota laughed against his mouth.

But before Gavin could say anything else, Dakota kissed him again. All Gavin could do was hang on as Dakota shoved the underwear out of the way, the elastic catching uncomfortably on his dick and balls. But it didn’t matter, not when his hand was on his cock, not when he kissed Gavin harder, hand and tongue both working in a perfect rhythm.

It was incredible, electric and sizzling, but still not enough. Not when Gavin wanted Dakota to come too. Not when he wanted to see him writhe and pant, desperate and hungry for release.

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