Page 18 of Crossing the Lines for Love

“I’m glad you drove because I’m about to get tipsy as hell,” I told Montrell, pulling him to the dancefloor.

“Get tipsy. Shit, you were tipsy two drinks ago,” he responded.

“As long as you know.”

I’d never had a gay or bisexual male friend, but it was the best. Whenever we went out together, the men assumed we were a couple, and I didn’t have to worry about assholes approaching me and trying to spit game.

Thankfully, Devin and Amari didn’t like to dance and were only there for the atmosphere and drinks. They remained at our table with our things while we danced. When we returned an hour later, Stephanie and Jenine, two of our other coworkers, had arrived, and they loved dancing. Montrell remained at the table when I returned to the dancefloor with the ladies behind me.

“You’re the last person I expected to see here,” I heard someone behind me shout above the music.

When I turned around, my night was completely ruined. “Oh, hey.”

“Damn, don’t look so disappointed,” Niko said.

“I wasn’t necessarily expecting to see you either.”

“Well, brace yourself. Leo and Reid are here too.”

“Great. Enjoy your night. See you Monday.”

I tried to walk away, and he grabbed my arm.

“You don’t have to leave on our account. I promise not to bother you anymore, but I thought it would be rude not to speak.”

He released me and walked away.

“Who was that?” Jenine asked.

“One of the players on the team I coach.”

Her eyes widened. “Damn. Do they all look like that?”

“Fortunately not. It’s hard enough being around him.”

“I bet.” She continued to look in his direction, and based on her expression, I imagined she was having explicit thoughts about him. I was surprised by how much that annoyed me.

I attempted to forget Niko's presence for the next two hours but failed miserably. Every time I looked in his direction, hiseyes were on me, and it made me hot and bothered. Thankfully, the dance floor became crowded, and he was no longer in my line of vision. However, chills went through my body when a set of hands landed on my waist from behind. Without looking, I knew it was him.

I tried to turn around, but he held me in place, pressing his front against my back. It had been so long since I’d been this close to any man besides Montrell that it sent my hormones into a frenzy. For a few minutes, I allowed myself to forget who we were to each other and got lost in the moment.

The jeans I wore were ripped and exposed my thighs. My rock-hard abs were also on display in my cropped graphic T-shirt. As we danced, his hands moved up and down my thighs several times before he tried his luck and moved them up to my abdomen.

I lifted one of my arms and reached behind me, allowing my hand to caress the back of his head and neck. It wasn’t until his soft lips caressed the side of my neck, and I felt his facial hair brush against my skin, that I snapped out of it, pushing away from him and moving through the crowd like the building was on fire. I reached our table and, without a word, grabbed Montrell’s hand and dragged him outside.

“What the hell happened?” he questioned when we got outside.

“I’ll tell you in the car.”

I rushed through the parking lot until I found his car. He unlocked the door, and I quickly got inside.

“Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! What have I done?” I banged on the dashboard of Montrell’s car as I panicked.

“Slow your roll.” He grabbed my arms and held them until I looked at him. “Calm your ass down before you fuck up my shit.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and he released me.

“I fucked up.”

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