Chapter 32

Holy hell. Vulnerability and need shone in Dustin’s eyes, and Rafael had to have him in his arms. He’d waited long enough. So he wove his way through the dancers while Dustin watched him.

He stopped inches away from him, close enough for Dustin’s scent to fill his nostrils and shoot to his dick. He turned and held out his hand. “You must be Conner. I’m Rafael.”

Conner shook his hand, then laughed. “Fuck. You’reRaf?”

Rafael raised an eyebrow.

“Dustin…mentioned you.”

“Interesting,” he said, his gaze returning to Dustin.

Dustin shrugged, seeming to finally pull himself together. He smiled, albeit somewhat shakily. “I mentioned the…plane.”

“Yeah, right, it was the planehe kept talking about.” Conner slapped his hand over his mouth. “Sorry. No filter. I mean, umm yeah, he told me about the plane.”

Rafael grinned.

“Do you want to get a drink?” Dustin asked, turning to head off the dance floor.

Rafael wrapped his fingers around the man’s wrist. “No. I want to dance.”