Pausing, I nodded. “Okay, but it’s your feet. I don’t know how to lead or follow.”
He huffed at that and started trying to nudge me around, but by the tenth time I’d stepped on his toes he laughingly stopped attempting to do anything with any sort of steps; however, he didn’t let me go. He walked me closer to one of the floor-to-ceiling windows and swayed with me while our dicks plumped and brushed together and heat simmered low in my groin.
“I never thought I’d do anything like this,” I murmured, getting lost in the music and his eyes.
“Me neither, angel.” He leaned in, and I met him halfway in a kiss that had me relaxing even more.
“Turn’s up.”
“Hey!” Rowen snapped, and I shook my head as Cillian yanked at my elbow until Rowen let go with a raised middle finger in his direction.
“Wait, I thought you said we were going to dance with Vail!” Fallon hissed somewhere nearby. I craned my neck until I caught sight of him sort of shoving at Aspen... a bit. Not quite enough to count as trying to get away. “People see you doing this with me.”
Aspen shrugged. “So?” I’d never known anyone with a poker face like his, and he looked damned good in his blue suit as he urged Fallon around to where he wanted him, making sure to be careful of his arm in the sling.
“They see youdancingwith me,” Fallon hissed.
“Again, like I give a shit,” Aspen said. He brought them closer to me and snagged a kiss from my lips. He tasted like good wine and strawberries, and I went back for another kiss.
Fallon chuckled. “Okay, so you did actually want to dance with Vail.”
“I’m doing what I want to do,” Aspen said, shaking his head at Fallon like he was stupid. Fallon’s brow furrowed, and I leaned over to kiss the little valley on his forehead. Then he sucked on my bottom lip. The slight tinge of pain he caused wasn’t enough to make me push him away and oddly it was a good counterpoint to the pleasure. None of us were really dancing for a few minutes. Someone grabbed my ass, and a helpful hand palmed my semi—which I hadn’t been focused on until it was played with. Cillian dragged me close and made out with me until I was feeling very hot under the collar. His dick dug into my hip and he stuffed his thigh between my legs so his firm muscles were tight to my growing hard-on.
I might have humped against him like a teenager for a few minutes until I was breathing heavily and not sure what the hell I was doing.
“That’s not any dancing I’ve ever seen,” Rowen grumped, and I had to stop kissing Cillian to laugh.
Rowen kept tossing snark at us until Cillian took my hand and said, “We’re going to go meet a few people.” My face blazed with heat until my dick settled down as I was swept through the penthouse to tour the rooms I hadn’t seen yet, talked to people whose names I promptly forgot, and lost count of the glasses of bubbly I’d consumed as the night grew later.
“Hey, are you the professor?” A young man with bright red hair and an adorable gap in his teeth asked me. He reminded me a lot of Lor and my guilt kicked up. I swore I’d met him before but couldn’t quite place where or the circumstances.
“Yes. Doctor, actually.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, and a rosy flush spread up his neck. “Doctor. Sorry. Can ye tell me anything about the Irish in Florida? In, like, the old days?”
“There ain’t no Irish in Florida,” someone near him said and rolled his eyes. He had white suspenders on over a purple button-down, and I liked his cocky grin and dancing brown eyes.
“Actually, there have always been mobs working there because it’s a good spot for the drug trade. It’s nearly a peninsula, which makes it a gateway to the country.”
Cillian choked, then sipped on his champagne as he listened to me unload information on the boys for a few minutes. If only the rest of my life would flow the same way these things did.
When I took a deep breath to continue, the young redheaded man crowed in triumph. “Told ye.”
“Would you like to hear more about it?”
He nodded eagerly, and not long later I found myself on a low white couch with several people surrounding me, rapt with attention. I talked until my throat was raw. A cold bottle of water was passed over my shoulder, and my audience’s wide-eyed gazes flew to someone behind me. I took the water and drank. My heart pounded hard until I turned and found Mr. Killough there, not some dangerous monster.
“Oh, thank you.”
He shook his head with a smile. There was a man with him, and Mr. Killough pointed at him. “Go with Jordan. He’ll show you to my private bathroom. There are swim trunks on the counter that should be your size. Change.”
“Okay.” I shrugged and followed the man. Rowen, Fallon, and Cillian were talking with some other men, and I didn’t see Aspen anywhere, so I didn’t let them know what I was doing. Besides, I was probably safe here.
When I arrived in the brightly lit bathroom I sighed as I picked up a tiny... something or other that was definitely not trunks from a white marble counter next to a sink. It took me a second of stretching the fabric to find the leg holes, and my entire body blazed warm. These wouldn’t cover much. I stripped and changed. The little purple swim briefs felt amazing on my skin, but they were cut so low that not only my treasure trail was on display, but my pubes were, too. Everyone would be able to tell I was a natural blond. No matter how I tugged on the waistband, it wouldn’t go any higher, so with a shrug, I left the bathroom. The man led me back out to the pool through rooms that were empty. Before they’d been full of people. The difference was jarring. How had they chased everyone out so fast?
Had Mr. Killough simply snapped his fingers?
I would’ve liked to have seen that.
