Bonedust

shut behind him and Urban shook his head at the distraction. Drunks.
    If anyone had the ability to put a stake in Jeremie’s black heart, it was Dante. He’d been hunting vampires since he’d been Changed. He was a wanted man among the Undead legions, but he was damn good at what he did and damn good at keeping under the radar.
    And it wasn’t that Urban was worried about Dante failing. It was just that when they found Dante, Jeremie would be dead within a matter of hours and Gabriel would be free. He would no longer need a bodyguard and there would be no reason for Urban to stay and damnit, he wanted to experience the beautiful man at least once before he walked out of his life for good. So what if it was selfish? Gabe never had to know.
    So when Gabriel woke, Urban lied, the words careful on his tongue: “I called the Guild while you were asleep. They’re putting out feelers and will get back with me. They’re gonna try and find him. We can ask around if you want, but I don’t think it’ll do any good.”
    Gabriel frowned. “I asked around the day I got here. None of the locals are willing to give up information except to warn me away from Dante. And to be honest? As much as I want Jeremie dead, the idea of hiring another bloodsucker to do the work scares me. I don’t have anything to offer Dante, but Caine seemed sure he could do the job.”
    “Well then, what’s the plan for the day now that we can cross ‘Find Dante Saunders’ off of our lists?” Urban quirked a grin and stretched, liking the feel of Gabriel’s eyes on him as he turned away. Try as he might to deny it, Gabe was interested—he was just scared and a little bit stubborn. When the man didn’t answer right away, he slowly twisted back around to peer at him. “I know what we could do…”
    “Oh?” Gabriel looked nervous.
    “Not that. Get your mind out of the gutter, baby,” Urban teased, waggling a finger at him. “How about we go dancing?”
    “Depends on the kind of dancing.”
    “I dunno. Dancing. Not like, square dancing. Nothing gay.” He stroked the tip of his tongue against the ring of metal in his lip, then clinked it against his teeth. “I’m seeing a party scene, low lights and the thump of music in our ears. You, me, and a bottle of Calixthe.”
    “How about no?”
    Urban offered his best pout.
    “You’ll talk me into a shot, I’ll have three more and before you know it we’ll both be drunk and horny and end up fucking on the floor of the men’s bathroom. No. No alcohol.” He crossed his arms over his chest and jutted his chin out, looking adorable in his defiance.
    Urban couldn’t hide his grin. “But not ‘no dancing’? Right, Gabe-babe? We can go dancing? It’s been so long since I’ve moved to the beat of the music.” He felt coiled tight anyway; he needed an outlet to burn energy. And the idea of moving his body against Gabriel’s made his cock twitch. “Pretty please with a cherry on top?”
    Gabriel let out a sigh of defeat. He apparently couldn’t best a cherry. “Why not? Not like we’ve got anything better to do.”
    Urban knew exactly where they were going, too. Excitement coiled inside of him as he dressed in the usual: snug pants and a loose cream top that laced up the front. While Gabe got ready, he gelled his hair up in spikes, noting the pale roots growing in. Damn, he’d have to dye it again soon. His hair was naturally a nearly white shade of blond, but royal blue fit him so much better. He blew his reflection a kiss, smirked, and all but pranced out of the bathroom.
    Urban took one look at Gabriel’s outfit of choice and crossed his arms over his chest. Jeans and a T-shirt? Really? “You’re seriously not wearing that , are you?”
    Gabe started, looking up quickly. “What? Why not?”
    “We’re going dancing, not horseback riding.” He rolled his eyes, then bent down to dig through his bag of clothes. He chucked a pair of his favorite jeans and a tight shirt at the man and Gabe balled them to his chest. “Try that.” He shooed him off into the bathroom and flopped down on the end of the bed to wait.
    When Gabriel came back out, Urban couldn’t help the appreciative whistle that left his lips. “Much better. Ready?”
    “As I’ll ever be.”
    They locked the motel room behind them and Urban heard Pandora’s shrieking barks on the other side of the door as they walked away. “I’m gonna have to take her out for a run soon, unless you want to pay for