An increase in my heart rate tugs at my chest. Hearing her sweet, musical voice, even though my smile is casual and carefree, has me gunning for more. Especially when there are parts of my body feeling stiff and rigid. “Well, you can make the exception tonight, can’t you?”
“She can.” Her friend nods, clearly hearing every word I’m saying. I don’t know how, since the music is so damned loud I can barely hear myself think. She tugs at her friend’s hand. “We’re just going to go to the ladies’ room.”
Before I can say another word, they both slide off their stools. I watch them both work their way through the crowd towards the back.
Either they both really have had enough of me, or they really are seeking out the restroom.
I hear Jake laughing next to me. “Striking out so soon, Buddy?”
“Fuck off, they’re going to the bathroom,” I say.
“You losing your touch, Jay?” Taylor takes a pull of beer as he glances down at his cell.
“Nope. They both just agreed to dance with me,” I lie. “I’d say that’s a win.”
Lord knows if they’ll come back. The little one didn’t seem too impressed, though I caught the makings of a smile at least twice in the corners of her pretty little mouth.
By the time we’ve finished our drinks and Taylor has decided to go home, there’s no sign of the cute girls, so I go in search of some fun. Jake agrees to come find me when he’s finished gabbing to the bartender who can’t seem to keep her eyes off him.
I’ve never had a problem going it alone. Walking into a room of strangers doesn’t intimidate me at all. I guess it’s come from years of practice. Some call it cockiness, but I like to think it’s the shield of protection I’ve built for myself over the years, showing outsiders what I want them to see.
I’m just the funny guy who likes to have a good time and make people laugh. Yep, I’m still that kid from senior year. I’ve just gotten better at hiding it.
I’m already swaying my hips to the beat when the song finishes and a reggae beat starts up, the tempo in the bar completely shifts. It’s then I spot the two girls from the bar in the middle of the dance floor. Blondie has her back turned whilst the brunette is waving her arms over her head, motioning for me to come over. A wicked grin plays on my lips as I hold my beer in one hand and edge my way past the slow dancing bodies to get to the pair.
I sling an arm around the brunette happily. “There you two are.”
“You found us,” she giggles, a little tipsy, I think. “You’re a hockey player, aren’t you?” She doesn’t wait for my answer as she turns to her friend and gives her a shake. “J, he’s a hockey?—”
I tilt my head, glancing down at her friend. It’s impossible to see anything clearly now the lights have dimmed low, but she seems oddly familiar. I like her energy. And I don’t know why I like the fact she barely looks at me, even though I know she knows I’m looking at her. Granted, she’s facing the side, but she sure is pretty. And she isn’t bothered, or even mildly impressed, at how upfront I’m being.
“Is it that obvious?” I can’t help but grin.
“Kinda.” Her friend shrugs and starts sashaying to the beat. “I’m Beth, by the way.”
“Nice to mee you,” I say, and I’m about to introduce myself but someone bumps me and it distracts me for a second. “I’m Jay.” But I don’t even know if either of them hears me.
My eyes land back on blondie, my eyes skate down her petite body as UB40’sRed Red Wineblares over the speakers. I reach out my hand and I’m surprised when she takes it. I give her a little spin as her friend watches with a giggle and I pull blondie toward me; her back to my front and we sway to the beat with my arm wrapped around her.
“Don’t be nervous.” I bend down to her ear, breathing warm air into the softness of her skin. “I won’t bite.”
I see her press her teeth into her bottom lip. Another waft of her candy scent cascading over me, rendering me momentarily speechless. Fuck that’s sweet.
I feel her friend’s arms wrap around me from behind as we all dance together. Essentially, I’m sandwiched between them, one arm wrapping around blondie’s waist as she sways back and forth and my other around her friend behind me. I want to touch every inch of the blonde called J. She’s so fucking tiny, her perfect little hips moving in time to the soft reggae.
It’s then I feel her friend’s arms loosen and Jake appears next to me. He immediately pulls her into a little spin and slides his arms around her. His lips find her neck and he whisperssomething which makes her laugh and they wrap their arms around each other, hugging and dancing like they’ve known each other forever.
Smooth Jake, very smooth. I resist the urge to roll my eyes and wonder who’s teaching who here.
Still, I’m happy holding this sweet little piece of pie in front of me. One hand still holding my beer bottle, the other holding her to me while I try to keep the missile I have in my pants at bay so it doesn’t press into her back. And that’s easier said than done, since she’s the sexiest little thing I’ve ever seen.
So damned sexy. The more the song plays on, the more she gets into it.
She has expert moves in the way her hips roll and her upper body sways, moving fluidly and seemingly now, with no hesitation. Her tight jeans contour to her petite frame, her white tank as snug as her own skin.
“You see, it’s not so bad,” I murmur, dipping my head to reach the side of her cheek. She feels so warm against me.
“You move pretty good,” she says as my grin grows. It’s about as big as the full blown erection I’m sporting.
