Chapter 33

Rafael tugged him off the dance floor, then stopped at the bar and ordered a couple of waters

“I thought you wanted to leave?”

“I do, but you’ve been dancing a lot longer than me and I know you’re hot.” He grinned as he handed him his glass, then drank his own. He had plans that included Dustin writhing under him, begging him for more, and he wanted to make sure the man was up for it. Never hurt to hydrate.

After finishing their drinks, they exited the club, the cool night air hitting their heated skin. Rafael steered Dustin to the passenger side of his truck, but instead of opening the door, he moved in for another kiss, pressing the man’s back to the door. When Dustin ran his hands over Rafael’s back, moaning as he crushed their hips together, he pulled back and smiled.