Page 21 of A Coffee Away

Before I could say anything, he grabbed my hand and put it against his short stubble, raising an eyebrow. “Say yes.”

I didn’t look back as I nodded, and he pulled me to the center of the dance floor. I needed to get away from the pity party ASAP, and this was a perfect escape.

The man grabbed my hips and moved me to the music. It was sexy, not too fast, not too slow. I let myself go, his body so close I could smell his musky cologne. He looked like a rock star but a horny, gay one. I moaned when he ran his tongue up my neck. His touch was fire.

I’d never been held by a man this way. I didn’t even think of asking his name.

He pulled me to him, and his hardness hit my belly. “I’m Andres, by the way.”

My whole body trembled in anticipation. “I’m Robbie.”

The men making out around us didn’t help, as all my thoughts traveled to what he could do to me. How would it feel to let go?

I looked at the bar to find Esteban watching me like a hawk. I wondered if he was truly interested in me or just in helping and protecting me as a friend. Sure, he’d flirted with me and had said sweet things, but we’d been here for two hours and nothing. Not one touch.

Maybe I was mistaken.

I gasped when Andres nipped my earlobe. Goosebumps rose all over my right side.

“Want to find a more private spot?”

Again, I turned to the bar. Esteban was ordering something. Why couldn’t it be him asking me to go to a private place?

Still, I wanted to feel. To know how it was to make out with a man. To be with one.

Esteban and I just met, and nothing was going on between us. He even brought me here so I could have the experience of being at a gay club.

Wasn’t this why I came?

I nodded. Something fluttered through me as Andres caught my hand and guided me through the crowd toward the back of the club.

We passed Esteban and Raúl.

Esteban’s face was flushed, his look stern. He grabbed my arm. “Where are you going?”

“Chill, Esteban. We’re only going to have some fun,” Andres said.

Esteban’s grip was strong. “Robbie?”

I tried to wrench away, but his hold was menacing. I scrunched my eyebrows. “I thought you said I should have fun. Live. Isn’t this why you brought me? To find my own way? To experience what I’ve been missing?”

Esteban clenched his jaw. “This isn’t what I had in mind.”

“I stayed by your side for two hours, and you never asked me to dance.” I didn’t know where I got the courage from. Maybe it was the whiskey I drank or being here at the club, but I closed the space between us and grabbed his shoulder so my mouth was next to his ear. His woody cologne traveled through me, sending a spark of lust right to my groin. “I like you, Esteban. I wish you were the one who asked me to dance, but you didn’t. If you feel the same way, tell me now, and I’ll leave Andres right here and go with you.”

Esteban tensed beneath my hold, and I stepped back. His eyes were wide, his mouth parted.

Something deep within me ached at his silence. A part that wished he’d grab my hand and take me away.

Raúl grasped Esteban’s shoulder. “Let him go. Andres is a good guy.”

Esteban exhaled hard, then nodded. His fists were by his sides, but he didn’t speak a word.

The bit of hope I had that he was interested in me vanished in that instant. Maybe he was just a flirty guy with a protective instinct.

I let Andres guide me to the dark room in the back. Anything to make me forget what just happened.

Groans and whimpers filled the space. Shadows wrapped in passion.