"Sorry about this," I tell Jackson as one of the guys finally leaves us alone. "They either want to meet you to laugh at me about being out with a guy more than a few times or they're trying to step in to let you know they're available if you need a piece of side ass."
"Don't need any side ass when I've got this one," he says before grabbing mine firmly with that big hand of his.
"Ooh, Daddy," I say before purring.
He finishes his drink and sets in on the bar before pulling me in for a kiss.
"Kind of nice that Gary and Hayden are busy with their men tonight," I tell Jackson before taking another sip of my drink. "Don't get me wrong. Sometimes I have to drag them out of their little love nests, but I like just spending time with you."
"I like spending time with you, too."
He sounds so serious. Since he first suggested going out tonight, I sensed he had something on his mind. I figured it would come out at some point, but I haven't pushed.
I'm just curious about what it is. Although, it could be so many things. I know how his job can be. And then there's his mom and his kid who just started college. And what we're doing is surely throwing a curveball at him, too.
"Come on. Let's dance," I tell him.
This'll be the easiest way for me to pull him out of his head, and no one's going to bother us while I'm grinding on my man.
My man.
That's an interesting thought. Something I've been thinking about a lot recently.
Every day we spend together means so much to me. Each kiss we share-each laugh, each fuck, each conversation-brings us closer and closer. But since we haven't had that ever-important conversation about what the fuck it is that we're really doing, it feels like we've kept a sort of safe distance. Close, but not too close. It's a conversation I know we need to have, but like with talking to Hayden and Gary about Uncle Randy, I'm not sure I'm ready. I've seen what happens with other couples … the majority of them. People fall so hard and then two years later they're either cheating on each other or trying to find a way to get out of their relationship and decide who gets the dog. Obviously, I'd get Charlie-boy since I started off with him. It's a silly thought, but things like this really concern me. I've seen how quickly things can end, even after so many years together like with Randy and Tim. And while I know people don't always leave like Tim did, I've always enjoyed the safety of guarding my heart. Of protecting myself from relationships.
Now here I am seriously considering diving into one.
Because Jackson is someone I'd be willing to give it a shot with.
The only person I've seriously wanted to give a shot since Christian.
As I guide him onto the dance floor, pushing our way through the crowd, we make a place between a few other dancing couples. I spin around and rub my ass against his crotch, granting him a tease of his favorite place. I can feel him getting hard in his jeans already, which works for me because so am I.
His hands slide under my shirt, and he glides them around to my stomach. He reaches down under the front of my jeans, beneath my briefs, pressing his hand against my pelvis, pulling me closer to him as he shifts his hips to the beat.
He moves his hands around my abs, his thumbs pressing into the grooves between my muscles. He's probing the way he does when it's just the two of us fucking. And that familiarity has my dick swelling in my underwear, fucking pinching.
I close my eyes, pushing my ass back harder against that thick dick of his.
I turn my head back to him. "I kind of want you to just take me over to the wall, pull down my pants and fuck me."
He leans down and says into my ear, "I think we might get kicked out."
"Won't be the first time I've seen it happen here."
After the words escape my lips, he kisses me, his arms locking around my body.
He keeps me in that firm, familiar hold. And my tongue meets his as we get lost in a moment where I feel his tension, his apprehension dissolve.
I'm glad I can give this to him.
He slides one hand down my pants again and grabs my dick, applying some pressure, making it swell even more.
"Oh, fuck," I mutter as I pull away.
There's a couple of laughs nearby before Jackson slides his hand out of my pants.
"Shit. Guess I forgot where we were."
I spin around to him. "Not a problem at all, Daddy."
There's that familiar apprehension in his expression. Like he had before we came out.
"What's wrong, Jackson?"
"I just got caught with my hand down your pants, and you're asking what's wrong?" he says playfully.