Equation for Love Sutherland, Fae (learn to read activity book TXT) 📖

and nudged the shot toward Skye. "Says the man who has no idea how good a nice buzz feels. Go on."

Skye gave him a wary look, then took a deep breath and downed the shot like a pro. His face, however, gave him away as a novice, and Liam laughed, leaning in to claimhis mouth in a deep, tequilaflavored kiss. Now that Skye did like a pro. He was a wicked-fast learner, and no one kissing Skye would ever guess less than a week ago he'd never been kissed before.

The idea ofsomeone else kissingSkye made Liam's breath stutter to a halt and he broke the kiss, panting a little. Earlier, it'd beenSkye who was reachingfor things that couldn't be and places they couldn't go together, and now here he was getting possessive over the thought ofsomebodyelse kissingthis man.

Somebody else was going to kiss Skye, that was just all there was to it. That was kind of the entire point of everything. Skye wanted kisses from other men. Kisses and touches and whatever else those men might want fromhim. Oh, it made himfume, and Skye blinked up at him, clearlypickingup onit.

"What's wrong?"

"Sir. What's wrong, Sir, Skye." His voice was unnecessarily sharp, and Skye took a step back in reaction. Liam shook his head, reaching out to cup his cheek. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap. Come on...everything's fine. Let's dance, myown."

Skye hesitated, eyes narrowed. "Are yousure?"

Liam nodded, taking his hand. "I'm sure. Now come on, professor. Youhave to learnto shake it ifyou want to be a proper queen!"

Skye laughed as Liampulled himtoward the dance floor. "I don't recall asking to become a queen," he shouted over the thumpingbass.

Liamgrinned and turned to walk backward into the crowd, clearing the way for Skye. "Oh, don't worry, Skye, myown...youalreadyare!"

He tugged Skye into his arms, pushing aside all those useless, unhelpful feelings. Skye was his temporarily, which he needed to remember. That didn't mean he damn well couldn't enjoy every second, though. He wrapped his arms around Skye's waist, hands settlingonhis hips, and leaned into speak into his ear so Skye could hear him. Also to make Skye shiver, let's be honest.

"Do you remember when we fucked, my own?" Skye shuddered, and Liam laughed. "I take that as a yes. Dancing is a whole lot like that...just follow my lead. Listen to what my body is telling you to do. Then do it. That's all."

Skye turned his head, lips brushing Liam's ear. "Youmake it sound so easy."

"It is. Just listen to my body and listen to your own. And feel, Skye. Feelit all."

Skye shivered and nodded. Liam knew how hard this was for himand was proud ofhimfor beingopento something new and unfamiliar. His hands remained on Skye's hips, guiding his movements at first. That didn't last long, though, because in the same way he'd acclimated to the sensual rhythm of sex, Skye got a hangofthe rhythmofdancingjust as fast.

Liam groaned and let his fingertips slip a bit under the hem of Skye's shirt, brushing silky bare skin. "Why am I not surprised you're a fucking natural?" he asked against Skye's ear, tongue slippingout to flick the lobe.

"It's good?" Skye's lips nuzzled Liam's jaw, his breathfanningacross his skin.

Whyhad he thought goingout was a good idea?All Liam wanted right then was to get Skye naked and under him, over him, bent across something, anything. God, the wayhe lusted after Skye was startling.

"Oh yes. Very good, my own." Liam's breath hitched when Skye circled his hips. Fuck, maybe he shouldn't have compared dancing to sex. Skye was takingit veryliterally.

Skye didn't seem to be paying any attention to the men crowded on the dance floor, but several of them were paying a hell of a lot of attention to Skye. Liam smiled, leaninginagain.

"You're becoming rather popular, my own," he murmured.

Skye pulled back, staring up at him. "What do you mean?"

Liam glanced around, then met Skye's eyes again. "Take a look around, professor."

Skye frowned, then did, head turning. An instant later, he gasped and jerked back to face Liam, eyes widening. "Whyare theystaring?"

Liamlaughed, hands sliding down a bit to brush the top of Skye's ass. "I'm gonna guess they think you're smoking hot." He slid one hand up Skye's back to sink into his hair. "They're right."

Skye gaped at him. Then he scoffed. "They're probablylookingat you."

Liam's brows lifted. "You think so?" He let go of Skye and took a handful of steps back, shaking his head when Skye looked panicked and tried to follow. "Staythere,"he said. "Watch."

Skye wasn't dancing anymore, his eyes wide and looking a little lost. Liam felt bad for a second, but before he could really get into fullon guilt and go rescue Skye, there was no need. Because as soon as the two guys watchingsaw Liamabandonhis prize inthe middle of the dance floor, it was like lions sensing a fresh kill. Theyswooped inwithno hesitation.

Liam grinned, half-heartedly dancing with a pretty twink, while he watched Skye react to his sudden situation. Sandwiched between two shirtless, muscular gym bunnies, he looked equal parts embarrassed and intrigued. What was funny about the whole situation was Skye probably had never needed Liam in the first place. He'd hired Liamto teach himhow to attract and hold onto another man. But the idea Skye had needed to learn that was an imagining of the other man's mind. He'd just never tried. Never even come close to exposing himself to situations where the men he wanted to attract could be found.

And now here he was, in the midst of Las Vegas's hottest gay scene, and not ten minutes had passed before he was readyto be snatched up.

Liam held his breath as Skye began