to reality, but to my disappointment, he didn't seem to be winding down. No, it was the exact opposite. He’d gotten his dance on; now, he seemed determined to be getting something else on.
Jude began measuring up the men around him. He ignored the larger men and focused on those who were his size or smaller. He definitely had a type because he went for the skinnier guys with lots of glitter and flash. My dick swelled behind my pants as I considered whether Jude was a top or a bottom. Based on the guys he was choosing, it was likely the former, but that just had me thinking about what he’d be like as the latter. I could practically feel his body squirming beneath mine as I drove into him from behind. His cries of pleasure rang through my ears as he welcomed every one of my thrusts into his hot body…
I was so caught up in my fantasy that I didn't notice the hand on my arm until well after its owner had pressed up against my side.
"Hey gorgeous, you looking for some fun tonight?" a tall, thin man with pink hair asked. His fingers danced up the length of my arm for a moment before sliding down my side. It was easy to keep my eyes on Jude because Pink Hair wasn’t doing anything for me.
The young man Jude had bestowed his graces on was all over Jude, grinding against him like they were already fucking in the bathroom or behind the club. I doubted the kid was much more than barely legal, but that didn't stop me from wanting to stride across the club and yank him away from Jude. Jude chose that moment to look at me. It took every ounce of willpower I had to pull my mask into an expression of nothingness. I held his gaze for just a moment before he turned his attention back to his date. The guy at my side was making progress southward, but he must've noticed me watching Jude because he chose that moment to shift his body so he was standing in front of me, blocking my view. His long fingers skimmed over my cheek. "If you're looking for something special, I'm right here, beautiful," the man said. “My name is Angel."
I almost asked Angel how old he was but didn’t.
"Maybe some other time, Angel," I said easily. While the guy in front of me was young and I had no illusions about why he was there, I didn't want to hurt his feelings. His touch did nothing for me and there was only one reason for that. And that reason was standing not fifty feet from me getting his groove on with some random stranger. Or what I could only assume was a random stranger.
"You sure, honey?" Angel asked. There was only mild disappointment in his voice.
I nodded. He took out a pen and then pulled my hand toward him. He wrote his phone number on my palm and pressed it against my chest.
"If you change your mind," he said with a wink and then he was off to the next guy. The old man in me wanted to tell him to go home and grow up a little bit before he played around with meaningless sex and nameless conquests. I smiled at my own ridiculousness. The kid had probably had more sex in his lifetime than I had.
I turned my attention back to Jude only to realize he wasn't where he’d been just seconds earlier. The guy he'd been dancing with was still there, but Jude was gone.
"Fuck," I muttered to myself as I began striding through the crowd. Thankfully, since I was taller than many of the people there, I was able to get a good look at the surrounding dance floor. I spied Jude along the far wall. He was barely visible because some guy who easily had a hundred pounds on him was blocking him from my view. The bear of a man had Jude pressed up against the wall. Adrenaline coursed through my body as I struggled to reach them. I didn't see a weapon, but as big as the guy was, he could easily inflict a decent amount of damage on Jude with just his fists.
From my position, it looked like he had his meaty fingers wrapped around Jude's throat. That fact had me shoving people out of my way as I closed the distance between us. I overheard