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filled the air with the familiar strains of “Bolero,” until his eyes closed and he fell asleep.

CHAPTER 6
    Raoul loved dancing with Jamie. Despite the fact that his boyfriend had no real sense of rhythm and a distinct propensity for stepping on his feet, some of their best moments were spent on the dance floor. Nothing else mattered, not when their bodies were pressed close together, writhing in time to a driving beat, or twined in the throes of a slow sexy shuffle as they gazed deeply into one another’s eyes. Then all was forgiven and forgotten. What were a few sore toes compared to such bliss?
    The beach house was alive with light and music. The entire graduating class was there. They wriggled together in a joyful mass, celebrating the end of their enslavement to the public school system. Jamie and Raoul were pressed together in the thick of the throng. Jamie leaned close to Raoul, so close that their cocks instantly attempted to engage. Raoul moaned. When it came to Jamie, it didn’t take much to make him horny and ready to go. Jamie nibbled at his earlobe. “Let’s go out to the beach,” he whispered, and Raoul’s body flared with lust.
    Jamie’s hands slid down Raoul’s back and squeezed his ass with purposeful intent.
    “When?”
    “Now—”
    Jamie ground against him, deliberately fanning the flame.
    Everyone else receded into the background. They were an island of love in a world of their own, and there was no room for anyone else.
    “Now sounds perfect.”
    Raoul swallowed, resisting the impulse to pick Jamie up, sling him over his shoulder, and carry him up to his bedroom right then and there. If Jamie wanted the beach, then that was what he’d get.
    “I’ll grab a blanket and meet you there.” His lips next to Jamie’s ear, his voice hoarse with desire, but the message came through loud and clear.
    Jamie smirked sexily. He took a step back, teasing his hand over Raoul’s hardening cock. “I’ll be waiting,” he mouthed, before he turned and disappeared into the crowd.
    Raoul felt a surge of momentary panic as Jamie’s figure faded from view. He took a step after him, but his momentum was arrested as a hand grabbed his arm and he found himself dragged away from the music and the brightness, into a dimmer quieter hallway.
    Surprised, he glared at the blond who gripped his arm. Raoul Marchand was not accustomed to being treated so cavalierly. The only person he suffered to touch him whenever he wanted was Jamie, and this was not Jamie.
    “Foster, what the fuck are you doing?”
    The blond seemed to flush under Raoul’s anger, but he never lost his smile. “Sorry, I wanted to talk to you and I didn’t think I could make myself heard above that noise.”
    Raoul shook his head in irritation. He didn’t have time for this.
    He had a date to keep.
    “Can this wait? I have to go.”
    He seemed to hear Jamie’s voice, calling to him, although he was long gone by now. “Raoul, where are you? Hurry!”
    He took a step away, and again Foster grabbed his arm. This time Raoul growled.
    Jamie’s voice became more plaintive. “I need you, Raoul.
    Now.”
    “I’m coming,” he murmured. He forcefully broke free of the restrictive arm, the anger of the wolf just beneath the surface.
    Suddenly he found himself barefoot on the beach, running across the wet sand. It squished between his toes as he ran.
    “Where are you, Jamie?” The darkness was thick and impenetrable. He couldn’t see a fucking thing, wasn’t even sure what part of the beach he was on, or if he was going in the right direction.
    “Listen and you’ll find me,” Jamie’s voice advised.
    A whistle pierced the night. Raoul attempted to home in on the sound. He stopped and listened, trying to follow it blindly along the beach. Once he stumbled and fell, dropping to the sand. The tide surged about him, taunting him, soaking him. Determinedly he rose to his feet and shambled on, following the sounds of Jamie’s tune. Jamie’s