Page 81 of Untamed
I nod to the dance floor. “Dancing with Haylee.”
The song’s about over, but Grayer turns to me. “Wanna dance?”
Oh. Uh, okay. He dances too? Well duh, I saw him on a bull. He’s got moves for sure. “Sure.” I’m so glad my words are better than my internal thoughts. He takes my hand, or I take his, either way, I love my hand wrapped in his.
He leads me to the center of the dance floor, whispering in my ear, “You can dance, right?”
“Yes.” Wrapping my arms around him, my hands slide over the nape of his neck. His lashes lower, watching me as his hands glide to my hips.
The song changes; it’s fast-paced. I’m not sure what to expect when he starts to move me around the dance floor, but I quickly see that he can dance too. The way he steps back when I start to move and gives me a once over, and that smile . . . my heart jumps in my chest. I shake my ass for him too. Maybe not your typical country dancing, but it’s perfect for the moment.
Drawing me in tight, he locks his arms around me. “You wanna ride a cowboy?” His mouth lingers on my ear. It tickles and so damn good. “I know one who might be interested.”
I sigh in his ear, my body wrapping around him, and my breathing hitches, noticeably. His grip tightens, and his breathing hitches too when my mouth finds his neck. His grip is tight but, I want it tighter.
I raise an eyebrow. “Might be interested?”
He chuckles, holding me a little tighter. “He’sobsessed.”
“She’sobsessed,” I tell him, drawing back to see his reaction.
He stops moving and cups my cheeks with both hands. It sends a jolt through my body and his body presses into mine. Every hard line is against me, giving me his heat. A tiny fire breaks out over my skin, unfamiliar yet exhilarating. I’ve known him two weeks and driven thousands of miles to see him. What that means, I don’t know.
“I’m serious. I can’t stop thinking about you.” His voice is low, his eyes darting from mine and then to my lips, like he wants to kiss me, but he doesn’t. He’s watching me. Waiting for me to say something. “It’s driving me fuckin’ crazy.”
Just when I think he’s going to kiss me, Ty bumps into him. “Hey, champ, we’re getting food. Hungry?”
I realize then that I’m starving. Grayer looks at me. “Let’s get you some food. You’re going to need your strength tonight.”
Oh . . . uh. . . .There goes my internal speechlessness. “I was hoping that would be the case,” I say, without thinking.
Ty shakes his head. “I think we should have got separate rooms.”
Grayer shoves him, placing his hand between Ty’s shoulder blades. It’s all in good humor it seems, but I’m a little disappointed that they’re all in the same room.
“I’m starving!” Haylee announces. “Someonewouldn’t let me stop for food.”
Grayer grins playfully. “She would have missed my ride.”
“Something tells me you would have given her another one.” Haylee’s blunt. She always has been.
Grayer shrugs and looks at me. “I plan to.”
As we’re walking toward the restaurant portion of the club, Haylee wraps her arm around me when Grayer lets go of my hand. He keeps close, but not enough that he’s hearing what Haylee says. “Are you okay with everything? I mean, they’re not married or anything, are they?”
“I’m good. They’re not together.”
“So . . . the brother . . . I’m totally digging him.”
I know exactly what she’s referring to. She wants Ty. And if I didn’t know, like it wasn’t obvious what she meant, she wraps her arm around him and then drops her hand to squeeze his ass.
He laughs. “Where have you been all my life?”
“Wyoming, Ellensburg . . . in your dreams.”
At the restaurant, it’s not easy to hear because of the music in the bar. I don’t need to hear much. I need to eat. Haylee and I pretty much lived off gas station food for the past few days. I’m definitely hungrier than I thought because when my burger arrives, I devour it without hesitation.
The conversation around the table is mostly the guys talking about the bulls they drew for today and tomorrow and Ty being awarded a re-ride because the bull he was on didn’t perform.
