“I’m beat, man, what else can we do?”
“Jesus,” I sigh. “You’re tired?” He nods sheepishly. I down the rest of my beer, annoyed. “Go then, I’ll stay and wait for Ellie.”
“No, I’m ok. What do you want to do?” he asks, backpedaling. Dude cannot stand for anyone to be upset with him. Such a people pleaser. I’m thankful he doesn’t have a girlfriend. One day, someone is going to ruin his precious soul if he’s not careful.
“It’s fine, go. I’m going to get another drink.” I take off, fighting the urge to look at Ellie. The song ended, but another one started up immediately after. I imagine she’s still dancing.
I grab another shot from the bar, then walk to the bathroom. Just as I’m about to push open the door, the back exit creaks open, and a man stumbles in smelling like weed. I inhale hard as if I can steal some of his high. Damn, I miss smoking. If Tanner had just let me bring some of that on thebus, I probably could’ve slept fine and wouldn’t have needed Adderall.
“Got any more of that?” I ask the guy as he starts past me.
He stops and gives me a once-over, probably trying to see if I look like a narc or not. He digs in his pocket, producing a joint.
Fuck yes. I rub my hands together, mouth watering.
“Fifty bucks,” he says. I don’t even hesitate, even if it is a rip-off. I pull out my wallet and hand him a bill.
“Thanks, man,” I say, moving toward the exit.
“Have fun.” He snickers.
I haveno idea how much time has passed, but I’m feeling real good now. The joint tasted a little funny, so I only hit it a couple of times, but it was fucking potent.
We left the bar, only to end up at a club because Ellie just had to keep dancing. It’s not bothering me as much anymore, mostly because my whole body is buzzing.
She’s on the dance floor, with the two twerps tangled around her. They haven’t left her side. It’s as if they’re glued to her.
Liam hangs back as I approach them. I could pick a random girl and dance with her, but I’m really sick of Ellie being pissed at me. And I’m soo fucking sick of these guys. Why won’t they leave? She’s not going to sleep with them. She’s too good for either of them; besides, she has a three-date minimum rule. Being on the road has probably made that hard to follow. Fuck, she still has the rule, doesn’t she? I feel like she told me something about this before, but my memory is fuzzy.
I sidle up to her. She hasn’t noticed me, too busy rubbing all over Thing One and Thing Two. “May,” I say.
She pauses, a crease forming between her brows as she stares at me, skin glistening with sweat. I want to lick it clean off her body. “Yeah?”
“Dance with me.” I ignore the looks I’m getting from her little friends and keep my gaze locked on her, although she keeps swaying, making me go cross-eyed.
“N—”
I don’t give her a chance to finish her rejection, I shove between the guys and grab her waist. She tenses, but it doesn’t deter me. I spin us, pressing her back to my front, with my hand low on her stomach. My eyes lift, finding the guys still standing there. I shoo them away, and they glance at Ellie warily before she nods and they reluctantly walk off.
“What are you doing?”
I ignore her and close my eyes, sinking into the feel of her body and the music bumping under my feet. She doesn’t move for a minute, so I grab her waist in both hands and move her. I’m a little offbeat, the weed and alcohol fucking with me. But if I know Ellie, she’ll take over, and then I can just stand back and let her use my body. Fuck, I love when she uses my body.
“Travis,” she huffs.
“Less talking, more dancing.”
“I’m still mad at you.”
Why’s she mad at me? What’d I do? I can’t remember.
“I’m sorry,” I say anyway. I probably haven’t said it enough. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pull her tight against me and bury my face in her neck. “Just one song. Please,” I beg in her ear. “We’re celebrating.”
She falters for a second, but in the next moment, she loosens, giving in to the music and me. I keep my arm wrapped around her, feeling a sliver of her bare stomach against my skin from the little half-sweater she’s wearing. She looks hot as sin tonight with her skintight, wide-legged leatherpants and dark red lipstick. Her hair is straight tonight, and I like it, but I like it more when she leaves it natural and I can wrap my fingers around the little curls.
She rubs against me, the material of her pants creating friction against my jeans. My heart pounds hard, beating in my throat while blood rushes to my cock, making it swell. My head lolls back, and it feels like I’m floating. Every one of my nerves is sizzling, and I can’t stop touching her. My hand slides up and down her body, and under her sweater, my own clothes starting to suffocate me. Damn, it’s hot in here.
The song ends too fast, and she goes to step away, but I’m not done. “One more.”
