“What makes you think I can’t dance?” Bernie’s tone
was more curious than anything else.
Tomas wasn’t about to admit that, with Bernie being so
clumsy, he didn’t expect much from him on the dance
“Just a guess.” He shrugged.
“Assumption based on my less-than-gracefulness.”
Bernie sounded amused.
Tomas didn’t answer. He led Bernie to a corner of the
dance floor. It had enough space that he could teach
Bernie to dance without making Bernie feel
self-conscious. Tomas turned to him. Over Bernie’s
shoulder, he noticed the men at the table had all
moved closer to where they were. He frowned.
Robert and Alex were beside each other. Alex made a
twirling motion of his fingers. Miguel, Alejandro,
Malik, and Hector leaned next to each other, smirks on
their faces. The rest of the poker crew were spread
out around them, all staring. Bernie went to turn, but
Tomas caught his hands, holding Bernie facing him. He
didn’t want Bernie to get nervous. With the yahoos
watching them, he would.
“So show me what you can do,” Tomas challenged him.
Bernie stiffened, his pale green eyes narrowing. His
lips curled into a sly smile. Uneasiness gripped
Tomas. Bernie started to move. Tomas’s mouth dropped
open. The gracefulness of Bernie’s movements made it
seem as if he didn’t have any bones in his body.
Bernie rolled his hips. He exuded sex. Bernie
partially lowered his lids over those captivating
eyes. In a slow glide, he moved into Tomas’s body. The
height of his lanky frame was a match of Tomas’s own
six-foot-three, brawny body. A slender finger lifted
Tomas’s chin, closing his mouth. Bernie leaned into
the side of his face. His slightly curly, dark-brown
hair brushed the side of Tomas’s face. Tomas stifled a
“Aren’t you going to dance?” Bernie’s soft voice
sounded much more seductive than Tomas remembered.
Tomas gulped. Bernie’s hands slid around his waist and
down his hips. He gripped Tomas and moved against his
body. Shaking out of his stupor, Tomas shifted and
moved with him. Bernie’s soft sigh tickled the side of
Tomas’s face. Tomas’s cock went rock hard. Pulling
back slightly, Tomas moaned as Bernie’s hands
tightened on his hips, pulling him back against him.
Giving in to his silent demand, Tomas moved against
him. He felt the movement of Bernie’s cock. It was a
delicious friction between them as they danced. The
herbal scent of Bernie’s shampoo and soap surrounded
With a gulp, Tomas put his hands on Bernie’s
shoulders. Through the cotton of his T-shirt against
his fingertips, Tomas could feel the muscles in
Bernie’s shoulders. It was startling to realize Bernie
had muscles. He was so gangly, and wore such baggy
clothes, that Tomas hadn’t even realized it. Bernie
rolled his hips in a motion that made Tomas’s cock
jerk and his balls go tight.
Jerking away, Tomas said in a hoarse tone, “Enough of
the lesson, kid.”
“Not a kid. And thanks for the lesson.” Bernie
He walked away, a sway in his hips. His ass looked
fuller in his baggy pants. Tomas licked his lips.