Page 11 of Unbar the Barred
Until the last time.
Did that count?
Jupiter raised one plucked brow. “None? I doubt that very much. The man can’t take his eyes off you. And if he continues to look at me the way he is, I’m sure I’ll end up in a smoldering pile of ash.”
Cassidy’s heart bounced in his ribcage while he tried to resist the urge to turn and see what Jupiter was getting at. Only his piqued interest got the better of him, and he looked out the corner of his eye to see what—if anything—Jupiter was getting at.
Possessive?
Was that what he could see? A look Cassidy had seen in the bathroom mirror when Trey fucked him against the washbasin.
Was Jupiter right? Did Trey have feelings for him beyond the sexual chemistry they shared? His breath caught in his chest at the hope that came before he could squash it back into the place he kept it hidden.
He shook his head. “I think you got it wrong.”
“Shall we see?”
“How do you think you’re gonna do that? ‘Cause you ain’t touchin’ me, just to be clear.”
Jupiter placed his glass down next to Cassidy’s untouched water as Kesha’s song,Take It Off,played on the jukebox. He slid off his stool and offered his hand. “Wanna dance, cowboy?”
The dance floor quickly filled with cowboys, the song a popular one to dance to and entice someone to take off their shirt in time to the lyrics. Which could be fun.
Although he loved to dance, he’d avoided this particular song because the only person he wanted looking at him shirtless was on the other side of the bar.
Pulse hammering in his ears, Cassidy took Jupiter’s hand, feeling more than a little out of his depth, and threaded through the crowd, feeling the weight of Trey’s gaze on him. It didn’t help with the nerves in the pit of his belly when he danced to the beat of the music.
His shoulders moving, he let go of Jupiter’s hand and started following the steps of the guys lined up on the floor, moving in time.
A fluid dancer, Cassidy lost himself in the music, singing along.“There's a place I know if you're lookin' for a show, where they go hardcore and there's glitter on the floor.”When Cassidy looked through the crowd and snagged Trey’s gaze, he sang to him,“and they turn me on when they take it off. When they take it off, everybody take it off.”
He reached for the hem of his T-shirt and ripped it off over his head to the chorus ofright now (take it off), right now (take it off), right now (take it off), oh-oh-ooh-oh.
Jupiter was there dancing with Wilder and Ziggy, two of the PAs, but his shirt remained in place whereas Wilder was topless, and Ziggy’s shirt was open and flapping about his tattooed body as he danced and spun in time to the music.
Cassidy grinned, enticed, when Jupiter spun around him, blocking his view. Jupiter gave him a broad wink and then moved behind him, hands taking hold of his hips and, though they weren’t ass to groin, anyone looking from the front would think they were.
He didn’t have a chance to protest when Trey vaulted the bar into the crowd in a move that left Cassidy dry mouthed and unbelievably turned on. His brain playing catch up, Cassidy found himself marched through the crowd, off the dance floor, out of the bar and up the stairs leading to Trey’s apartment.
If he wasn’t so shocked, he would have done a damn happy dance at Jupiter’s intuitive instincts.
“W-what… what’s wrong?” he finally managed to eek out past his growing excitement and arousal.
Trey spun around, kicked the door shut and then spun back, his eyes flashing danger in a way that made Cassidy take a step back, wanting to test the wolf.
Trey’s steady fingers went to the buttons of his shirt and undid them as he stepped closer to Cassidy.
“What’s wrong?” Trey rasped in a gravelly voice, his head tilting to the side a fraction, his eyes narrowed on Cassidy, making him swallow hard. “No one gets to touch you but me.”
From the way Trey said it in that possessive tone, Cassidy was ready to bust a nut, and Trey hadn’t even touched him yet.
The atmosphere in the apartment buzzed with sexual tension and, though they had great chemistry together, it had never felt like this.
“Who do you belong to?”
Cassidy eyed Trey and did something that went against his very nature. He lied. “No one.”
Emerald eyes glittered as they narrowed further. “Is that so?” Cassidy shivered at the dark intensity, his cock painfully hard. “Then why is your slick dripping out of your ass, begging for me to fuck you?”
