Page 28 of Covington Acres
“Are you two together?”
“Just friends!” Colby rushed out.
Vince frowned, but he’d promised Colby he wouldn’t let him cockblock him if he met a man, and Colby had meant that. The last thing he wanted was to ruin Vince’s night.
Ryder snickered in a way Colby couldn’t read. Their drinks came, and the three of them chatted for a while. Ryder was from Los Angeles, so he and Vince talked about how different it was living in a larger city compared to the area.
The two men were beautiful, would be beautiful together. The two of them in an embrace flashed in his head, and while the scene was sexy, it made his gut clench.
Colby lifted his glass to take another drink but realized he’d already finished it, when Ryder asked, “You two want to dance?”
Colby’s heart sped up as Vince turned to him. “What do you think?”
“You can. Go.” He nodded toward the dance floor, but damn, did his feet tingle to get out there and join them. He’d liked dancing with Vince the last time. Colby didn’t typically dance when he went out, but like everything with Vince, he made Colby want to challenge himself; he made Colby want more.
“You don’t want to go too?” Ryder asked.
Colby’s gaze darted back and forth between them. When Vince smiled, Colby knew that Vince could tell he wanted to…what? Dance with two men? Who would ever think that Colby Covington would be on the dance floor in a gay bar, dancing with two men?
He’d wanted experience, hadn’t he? The way Vince nodded at him said he was giving it to Colby, that it was there and Colby just had to grab it. And when Vince held out his hand, Colby knew he was saying he would be there the whole time.
Colby took his hand.
The three of them made their way to an open spot on the dance floor—as open as they could expect, at least.
Vince put his hands on Colby’s waist and pulled him close, the hot, firm press of his body making mini fireworks go off inside Colby. “This okay?” Vince asked close to his ear.
“Yes.”
“It’s just a dance. I know that, okay?”
Colby nodded, and they started moving together. Ryder held on to Vince from behind, so Vince was squeezed between them. Ryder’s hands went up and down Vince’s chest, while Vince’s held steady in one place on Colby’s hips.
Did he want to do that with Colby too? Or did he wish Colby wasn’t there? That it was just him and Ryder?
Colby grabbed Vince’s waist, dug his fingertips in like he was afraid if he didn’t, Vince would walk away. He pressed tighter against Vince, groins together in a way Colby should be second-guessing…or at least thinking about what the fuck this meant. Instead, he just…turned everything off except the way he felt. The way Vince always made him feel. How much fun he was having and how sexy he felt. He wasn’t sure what it was about dancing with two men that made him feel sexy, but it did.
His hand slipped under Vince’s shirt, and he savored the warmth of the man’s skin, which made his fingers tingle.
He caught sight of Ryder over Vince’s shoulder. He smiled at Colby, who returned it before another man put his hand on Ryder’s cheek and pulled him in for a kiss. What the fuck?
“Thanks for the dance, you two. My boyfriend just got here. Have fun.” Ryder turned to the other man, the two of them making out and grinding together on the dance floor.
“I feel like I missed a step.” Colby could smell the light sweat and cologne on Vince’s skin, closed his eyes at the feel of Vince’s cheek pressed against his own.
“He was just making friends and dancing. Do you want to stop?”
“If you want that guy…well, him and his boyfriend, I don’t want to ruin your night.”
“You let me be the judge of that. I’ll have more fun dancing with my friend, seeing you let go like this, than I would with any of the men here tonight.”
Colby couldn’t imagine how that could be true, but then, Vince had never given him a reason not to trust him. “I don’t want to stop,” he admitted. He felt…electrified, for a reason he couldn’t quite understand. The energy around him, the people enjoying themselves and just letting go, the feel of Vince so close, the warmth of his body and how happy he made Colby. It was almost too much, like it would cause Colby to short-circuit somehow.
He wrapped his arms around Vince’s shoulders, pushed a thigh between his legs, and let himself melt against Vince. Any last hesitance slipped away, and he was fully in this moment, smiling and dancing with his best friend.
Vince’s hands ran up and down his back. Colby felt Vince’s cock press against his thigh and wondered if that should bother him, if it should feel weird. Different, yes, and it did, but not weird, not even when Vince’s dick grew against him, hardened and thickened, Colby’s following suit. Was it Vince getting him hard right now, or the friction of their bodies as they moved together? Colby didn’t know and didn’t care. He just…he just wanted more.
The vision of Vince naked earlier flashed through his thoughts—the curves of his ass, the way Colby had studied his cock, had wanted to do it more. All the times he’d seen Vince in his underwear and when they had fallen asleep together, the times they’d ended up in each other’s arms. Vince, who made him feel more comfortable than anyone else. Vince, who liked to find ways to make him happy. Vince, who knew Colby wanted to soak up more experiences, to figure out who he was, and whathe wanted, and…Christ, right now he was pretty sure he wanted Vince.