Gibs was the best dancer in the county, and the fucker knew it. It didn’t matter what music was playing, the snake-hipped flanker had the perfect moves for every beat. “If you were a cake, you’d eat yourself, Gibs.” “Damn straight I would,” he wholeheartedly agreed, whipping off his shirt to flex his pecs. “Have you seen me?” Grinning, he kissed his bicep and rolled his hips like a damn porn star. “I’m fucking delicious.” And then he pulled out all the stops, dropping to the floor to perform the sluttiest worm move I’d ever seen.
