Five

N ow, as hot as you guys look in those clothes…" Ricky and Levi led the gangsters into one of the dressing rooms. "… they aren't the proper attire for sexy dance lessons. Too confining."

What the fuck did we do? As much as Clint loved Axel—he was about two seconds from aborting this endeavor. One look at Cochise, and he saw his Egyptian brother was on the same page. Why the fuck had they agreed to this?

Ricky began plucking open Clint's shirt. "I have to be honest," he spoke with a sensual tinge. "In all my wildest dreams, I never thought I'd be standing here one day… undressing the cowboy." He shivered with delight. " Mm."

His breath uneven, Clint shifted anxiously. He grabbed Ricky's hands, halting his progression. "I know what I said out there," he mumbled. "But this ain't happening."

Cochise stepped back from Levi.

"Hold on, now," Ricky murmured. "I know this is way outside your comfort zone, but stepping outside your comfort zone for someone you love is a great way to show them how much they really mean to you. I know you guys want to make them happy. Otherwise, you wouldn't have made it even this far tonight."

Clint sighed and rubbed his eyes. If they walked back out there and told Axel and Kane that they changed their minds, the looks of disappointment would return. Axel would insist it was okay, that they were wrong to ask this of them… but his eyes would continue to radiate his disappointment.

Damn you, boy.

"Listen…" Ricky played with the front of Clint's shirt. "We'll just show you a few basic moves, then you guys can practice with your men. I promise, the more you practice… the more you'll enjoy it." He bit his lower lip sexily and squinted. "There's nothing more liberating and fun than dancing naked… or almost naked. Once you start rubbing up against your boy and the heat kicks in, you'll forget all about being nervous."

"It's true," Levi cooed at Cochise, inching closer to the Egyptian. "That hot, sexy feeling strips away inhibitions and sets you free to indulge in all the naughty things you never thought you'd do."

As tough as this was for Clint, it was even tougher for Cochise. Yet, he remained, taking his cues from Clint. If Clint called it off, he would as well. If Clint stayed… so would Cochise.

Drawing a deep breath, Clint let it out slowly. "Show us… what to do."

"Mm, gladly." Ricky shoved open Clint's shirt and ran his palms up his muscular chest, then peeled the shirt off his broad shoulders. " Fuck… Axel is one lucky boy. Mm!"

Doubts set in about giving these boys free rein with their bodies. Clint knew just enough about Ricky and his boys to know they were always ready to fuck—pretty much any willing boy… or man.

Clint would willingly accept dance lessons, but that was all.

"Now, to get rid of these bad boys…" Ricky unfastened Clint's belt and opened his pants.

Clint grabbed his hands. "I can do it."

"Ahh…" Ricky whined. "Can't I please? One of my favorite things is taking off a man's pants. It's so… sexy, you know?" He pushed closer to Clint while the cowboy gripped his hands. "I bet you love stripping off Axel's pants, hm?" he cooed. "I bet it gets you so hot ."

It was true, Clint couldn't deny it. His hold on Ricky's hands slowly eased, then released.

" Yes…" Ricky moaned and very slowly unzipped his Wranglers, his knuckles brushing against the bulge in Clint's briefs underneath. For a split second, Clint thought the boy might try to cop a feel—which he wouldn't allow—but rather, the stripper sank sensually to his knees, dragging the Wranglers down Clint's muscular thighs. He removed the cowboy's boots and had him step out of his pants. Ricky shivered as he remained on his knees for a heated moment, his hands resting lightly on Clint's thighs, his eyes lusty as he gazed at the cowboy's sizeable package.

Don't even think about it.

The stripper was already thinking about it, but he rose to his feet without taking unsolicited liberties … surely aware that would not be in his best interest.