Page 92 of Full Service

Fuck, why is he here? How did he find me, and why the fuck is he holding a sign?

One that reads, “Ribbon dancers do it better!”

He grins widely at me and winks.

“Shake that ass, Dr. Sinclair!”

My mouth drops open and my hands cover my groin, trying to hide my balls from him. Which is ridiculous. They were in his mouth earlier. He rolled them around his tongue quite nicely.

When I don’t shake my ass like he wants me to, Everly moves through the crowd toward me, hopping on stage with far more coordination than is necessary, and pulls me into him, grinding against me, using those stripper moves that he knows so well. Everyone is screaming now. Even Lee is hooting, throwing ribbons at us while LoveJoy growls lowly into the mic.

It’s insanity. This entire thing is ridiculous, but I don’t move away. I just stand there as Everly drags his hands down my bare chest and squats, his face right there, peeling my hands away from my crotch.

His eyes slash up to mine as he tugs on the ribbons and a sensual pain lances up my thighs.

Fucker. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

But before I can tell him off, he spins around and drags his ass up my legs before standing up, his left arm weaving around my neck as he uses me like a pole. I let out a low groan as he plays me like an instrument. And fuck, I don’t mind being played.

He can play me all goddamn day.

“Look at that. Two lovebirds grinding on stage! Isn’t love grand?” LoveJoy coos, and a second later, the music finally comes to an end. Thank God it’s over, despite everyone hollering for more, for an encore.

But I refuse. I won’t be on this stupid stage for one more second.

And Everly shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be here.

“What are you doing here?” I growl into his ear as he leans back against me, his chest heaving slightly. Like he’s run a marathon.

I thought he was more fit than this.

Everly doesn’t answer, just spins around and presses a kiss to my lips, right in front of the crowd. It only makes them more feral, hungry for more of a show.

These are horny fuckers, it seems.

“I had to see my boo dancing on stage. The famed and infamous ribbon dance you told me about. I just couldn’t miss it.”

“How did you know where I was? I never told you. Did you put tracking software on my phone?”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, Lee meanders up and pats me on the back.

“Ah, so I see you two have met, Silas.” He pulls Everly into a hug and then turns toward me. “This is Junior.”

I blink and blink some more, my brain spinning. What the hell is going on? Who the fuck is Junior?

“Yes, he’s my grandson,” Lee says with a wide smile. “Seems you two know each other very well.”

I stare at Lee and then back at Everly, still trying to wrap my mind around it all.

“Did you know about this?” I ask, and Everly shakes his head.

“No, I promise I didn’t. I had no idea you were doing the ribbon dance with my grandpa, until you said something the other day. Then it just clicked.”

I glance between them again, trying to see the resemblance, but come up short. I’ve got nothing. I would have never been able to tell they were related.

“And you didn’t tell me when you figured it out?” I ask.

“I wanted to surprise you.”