Golden Dancer by Tara Lain Page B

and grabbed Trelain, pulling him into the circle of his arms and pressing him against Mac’s side. Mac looked at the dancer, whose sea eyes were half closed with the effects of the lust that was tenting his slacks. Apparently, he liked to watch.
    Daniel used one hand to caress the dancer’s beautiful face. “Have you ever seen anything so gorgeous?” When Mac didn’t answer, Daniel turned those fathomless eyes on him. “Answer me.”
    Every instinct in Mac fought against being told what to do, but the truth escaped. “He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
    “Show him. Show him how much you want him.” Daniel pressed Mac’s back and apparently did the same to Trelain, because they moved closer together, their lips nearly touching. And then it was the most natural thing in the world to simply slip a hand into that golden hair and pull those carved lips to his. He kissed him, as he realized he’d wanted to do since the first moment he saw that golden god’s face and body.
    Trelain didn’t hesitate a second. His mouth opened to accept Mac’s, all heat and sweetness, and he pressed himself closer. Daniel moved out of the way, allowing Mac to pull the smaller man into his arms.
    Mac heard Daniel chuckle. “More like it. Now don’t stop kissing, but listen to me with one ear.” Mac vaguely complied. Sweet God, his body was on fire.
    “Trelain, I want you to take Mac down to the bedroom. There you will suck his cock until he’s senseless and then teach him how to fuck you. Mac, you got that?”
    If Mac’s body had been on fire, it now burned out of control at the thought of finally having a place to put his raging dick.
    Daniel put a hand on both their heads reminding them he was there. “I’m going to go see to our guests. When I’m done, I’ll come and check on how you’re doing.”
    Mac sort of heard that last remark, his mind still fixed on fucking Trelain. Did Daniel like to watch too? Shit, he’d think about that later.

Chapter Twelve
     
    Trelain walked backward down the hall holding both of Mac’s hands in his and gazing into the reporter’s eyes. He now understood the American expression “deer in the headlights.” The big brown eyes were wide and bright, but the man’s cock strained the front of his cargo pants, so part of that brightness was lust. Good. Because he was sodding well ready to explode, but which would go first, his prick or his heart? Why did this man captivate him so? Maybe he’d find out in the bedroom.
    When he backed against the bedroom door, he reached around and opened it, then led the unprotesting reporter into the room and straight across to the bed. Pushing Mac down to sit on the edge, Trelain went back and closed the door and then turned. The man hadn’t moved. “Take off your clothes, Mac.”
    As if he had to obey, the man reached down and unbuttoned the casual print shirt he wore hanging outside the cargoes. Trelain watched as the material separated, presenting a lean, hard chest with a light dusting of brown hair around his very erect nipples. He pulled the shirt off and just held it on his lap. Clearly, Mac was terrified.
    Trelain walked over and took the shirt from him, tossing it onto a bedside chair. He sat beside the unmoving man and unbuttoned his own silk shirt, throwing it on top of Mac’s. He reached for Mac’s hand and brought it to his own chest. “Touch me.”
    The big hand with long, blunt-tipped fingers gently caressed Trelain’s collarbone, then gradually moved down across the swell of his chest. When he grazed the nipple, Trelain couldn’t help an indrawn breath. Mac’s hand froze, and his eyes looked even wider than before. Trelain smiled. “I love that, Mac. Do it some more.”
    Staring into Trelain’s eyes, Mac gently ran his hand back and forth across the hard nipple. He cleared his throat, but his voice was still a whisper. “Sweet Jesus, you’re so beautiful.”
    Trelain felt heat behind his eyes. So bloody sweet.