Campy_A Ballsy Boys Production Book 4 by K. M. Neuhold & Nora Phoenix

Author:K. M. Neuhold & Nora Phoenix [Neuhold, K. M. & Phoenix, Nora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-01-04T00:00:00+00:00

Jackson

Dancing with Cameron was heaven and hell at the same time. I was hard as a rock, my cock pressed against him, and there’s no way he didn’t notice. You couldn’t have put a sheet of paper between us, we were that pressed together, so yeah, he knows I had a raging hard-on. But he didn’t protest. He didn’t walk away. My plan clearly worked.

I might've lied to him just a little about me being uncomfortable with that type of dancing. Well, it wasn't so much a lie as more of an exaggeration, I guess you could say. It's true that I don't have a lot of experience with anything other than line dancing or the occasional school dance, but for some reason, I've always been comfortable on a dance floor.

Even as a teen, when my classmates were all gangly, awkward arms and legs, I was strangely elegant and coordinated. I get that from my dad, who could do a mean line dance as well as waltz my mom around the room. As conservative as they are, their strict rules never extended to the “no dancing” rules some of my Southern Baptist friends were suffering under. I guess they both loved music and dancing too much to give that up.

Of course, pretending I needed the practice was the perfect excuse to get Cameron on the dance floor as well. I’m not above using all tactics at my disposal to get him to admit he’s attracted to me. Because he is. He has to be. After my conversation with Ethan, I refuse to believe in a different truth than that one. He likes me, he’s just scared to admit it to himself.

"You're a great dancer," Baxter says. He’s cute as a button with his messy blond hair and a little makeup on. The lip gloss he’s wearing makes you want to kiss it right off his full lips. "I just saw you two on the dance floor, and you were easily the best dancer out of everyone there."

The funny thing is that he's not even sounding overly flirty. He says it as if it's a fact, an observation. "Thank you," I say. "I love dancing."

"Well, if the mood strikes again, I'd love to dance with you," Baxter says, and this time, he does wink at me.

Clearly, I don't have a problem attracting men, I realize with a pleasant shock. Somehow, I had expected it to be harder.

"I'd love that," I say easily.

I debate winking back, then decide that's really not my style. At least, not with him, and not in front of Cameron. Baxter seems nice enough, but he’s not my type. And I can’t help but smile at the thought that I’ve come a long way since I actually am starting to realize that I do have a type. A very specific type. Type C, I think, and my smile widens.

Cameron shoots me a questioning look. "What's up?" he asks.

"Nothing. I just thought of something funny, but it's hard to explain.

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