Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Impressed with Alpha Theta Mu?” he asks.
“Omega Psi nearly had you guys.”
“Whatever. Now come on. Where are your moves?”
He gets into the beat, his expression an invitation.
“I don’t dance.”
I’m not nearly as dismissive as I would usually be, and he studies my expression as if trying to get inside my head. And he’s already gotten in further than most.
He shrugs. “Okay, then. Just stand in the middle of the dance floor and act too cool for fun.”
When he turns to head off, my chest tightens. I could say I don’t like how this feels, like Dax has these invisible chains tethering me and the power to pull at will, but…that would be a lie.
On his way back to his friends, he attracts more glances, all these fuckers wanting a piece of action with him, because why the fuck wouldn’t they?
I think he’s given up on me, but as he nears his friends, he whirls around, and he’s still moving to the beat, tilting his head as he signals for me with his forefinger.
Don’t give in. Don’t you dare.
He must realize I’m steadily caving because he persists, and damn these invisible strings because I head toward him. As pissed as I am at myself for giving in, the grin across his face makes it worth it.
“Okay, we’re almost there,” he teases. “Now you actually have to move.”
“I’m walking. That’s moving.”
“Fine.” He steps closer. “You stand right there, then.”
He’s got this wicked glint in his eyes, making me think of the naughty things we did in the bathroom stall together. The way he liked me ordering him around. How well he took my load.
He presses his pelvis against my thigh and begins grinding on me. My cock shifts in the crotch of my pants, tightening as we lock eyes, and then he spins around, his ass against my crotch. He’s really getting into it, ignoring this stiff, unmoving object behind him…well, one stiff thing is moving.
He glances over his shoulder. “Oh, look who’s happy to see me again.” He pushes closer, and fuck, the guy knows how to move. I rest my free hand on his hip, tucking a finger under the waistband of his skirt.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asks.
“Just keep dancing.”
He obeys—he’s so good at following orders. He keeps up his work until he offers a long stroke along my shaft, making me moan before he pulls away, and it’s like I black out for a moment, trying to make sense of why he stopped, before he’s facing me again.
“Guess we’re gonna have to do something about this again,” he says.
“Guess so.”
“But you’re gonna have to dance first.”
“Fucker.”
“You like it.”
Yes, I do.
I grunt, mostly annoyed because my dick knows exactly what it wants and I can’t have it.
“Come on,” he urges, and I bob about slightly to the beat.
He laughs.
“I’m not gonna do it if you’re gonna laugh.” But I notice I’m about to crack a smile.
“I won’t laugh. Just think about how much you want my ass.”
“Like you don’t want my dick?”
“Oh, I want your dick. And when I get it, you better be prepared to make me remember it.”
“Challenge accepted.”
“Talk is cheap.”
This chemistry between us is fire, and I want to be consumed by it.
He gets right in my face, his lips centimeters from mine, sporting that classic Dax Armstrong smirk. Those fucking kissable lips are so close, so damn inviting. I may have a weird thing about not kissing friends, but good thing is, Dax isn’t really a friend.
Tempted as I am, I’m patient. I don’t want to just mess around with Dax. I want to tease and entice him. I want to toy with him the way he’s toying with me, so I keep dancing, being slightly more dramatic as I sway with the music. Dax doesn’t make fun of me this time, and I steadily relax. A few of my former Omega Psi housemates are looking my way, surely thinking I’m ridiculous. But fuck them. I can have some fun too.
As the song goes on, I throw my ego out the window, even get a little goofy, until Dax and I are in a competition to see who can do the silliest moves.
Suddenly, he turns and starts off again. The tightness in my chest returns, but then he spins back around and waves for me to follow. Those invisible strings get me once again, and I head through the crowd, tailing him into the hall.
12
Dax
Who would have thought I’d get Miles Tanner dancing with me in the middle of a party?
I can see it, the part of him that wants to let loose, to have fun, but it’s almost like he doesn’t know how. He’s got himself locked up tight, the walls around him tall and almost impenetrable. I’ve never been the type to want to break through someone’s self-imposed cage, never cared to take the time to tear down their walls brick by brick, but I’ve realized I want to do that with Miles. I want to make him smile, laugh, come, over and over again. But more than that, I want to find a way to make him happy because I’m not sure anyone has ever taken the time to try and make Miles happy before. It’s my goal to be the one who does it for him.