Page 83 of Snapping the Ice
We got beers, then pushed a few tables together in a club corner to chat. Ezra, sitting next to Zoma, chatted with the guys, smiling and laughing. I’d never seen him so happy. This was not the same man I’d met in the dark studio so long ago. I drank some beer and glanced at the dancefloor. What would it be like to dance with him? I leaned in and in his ear, said, “Hey, want to dance with me?”
Twisting his head, his gaze searched my face. “Of course.” He turned to Zoma. “I’ll be back. My boyfriend wants to dance.” He slid off his chair.
“Oh, great idea.” Zoma’s attention drew to Ace, chatting hockey with Mason, Archer and Jett. “Babe, dance with me?”
With a grin, Ace said, “Anything you want.”
We all strolled onto the dancefloor, the steady beat of the music thrumming through my body. I had rarely danced with girls, so how would this be? I peeked around me. These men were practically on top of each other.
Ezra hooked an arm around my waist, wedged a leg between my thighs and pressed our cocks together through our jeans. His darkened gaze rose to meet mine.
“Holy fuck.” Heat rolled over my skin and my cock swelled. He was taking control. I liked it. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I swayed and bounced to the music with him. This was easy. I could do this.
He came in close, brushing a hand down my chest and pinching my nipple through my shirt. “I’m going to make you so hot. You’re going to beg to take me home.”
With a gasp, pleasure shot from my chest to my dick. “I’d do that, anyway.” Claiming him in a hungry kiss, I ground on him, his cock lengthening against mine. This was much fucking better than dancing with women. They barely let you touch them. Nibbling my way to the shell of his hear, I said, “I can’t wait to fuck you tonight.”
His breath caught, and he dug his fingers into my hips.
I lowered my hand to the top of his jeans and then plunged down, cupping his round, lace covered ass. “Oh, fuck me. I’m curious to see what you’re wearing under your jeans.” A surge of sensation swept up my spine. “It’s open in the back? You’re a fucking devil, you know that?”
He pushed on my chest, a wicked grin spreading over his lips. “I do. And I want tonight to be extra special.”
Dropping my mouth over his, I swiped my tongue inside him, emotions boiling in my chest. Fuck, I loved this man. Cupping his ass, I devoured him, biting at his lower lip and diving back in for more heated kisses.
“Youhavebeen cheating on me!” Tate’s voice boomed over the music.
Tearing away from Ezra, my pulse skyrocketed, and I shoved him behind me. “It’s not cheating. He broke up with you.” No fucking way. How was this happening now? I thought we had gotten rid of him. “What are you doing here, Tate?”
Sneering at me, Tate said, “It’s a public space. It’s not listed on his precious protection order.” Tate glared behind me. “Ezra, come out and face me. Tell me to my face we’re done.”
The surrounding guys stepped back, opening a circle.
“Ezra, you don’t owe him a thing.” Fire burned in my chest. Tate was no match for me. I could take him.
Ezra stepped to the side.
Swiping my arm across him, I pushed him back. “Don’t.”
“What the fuck is going on here?” Ace towered over Tate, the corner of his lip curling. He fisted his hands.
Zoma grabbed Ezra’s hand and led him away. “Leave this to the hockey boys.”
“Who the fuck are you?” Tate’s eyes widened as he swept his gaze over Ace.
“A friend of Lucas and Ezra’s. You’ve got no business with them. So, skedaddle on out of here.” He cackled.
With a jeer, Tate pointed at me. “That man stole my boyfriend. He’s been?—”
In a blur of motion, Mason appeared, fist raised, growling. “Get the fuck away from my brother.” His knuckles struck Tate’s jaw, throwing his head to the side.
In a beat, Ace tossed Tate to the ground, sat on his chest, and pinned his arms over his head. “You’re outnumbered, little man, and we all know the truth.”
With his knees raised, Tate pushed at the ground, propelling his hips upward and attempting to throw Ace from him. “Get the fuck off me.”
Cackling, Mason crouched around Tate’s head. “You’re going to leave my brother and his boyfriend alone.”
“Or what?” Tate spat at Mason.
