She bites her bottom lip and nods. “I’m glad. I would have invited you, but I didn’t even know it was happening. My family surprised me.”
The air is magnetic between us, and I wonder if anyone can see our attraction. It seems so profound to me I’m surprised it’s not a visible thing flashing with neon lights.
“You look gorgeous,” I tell her, my eyes drifting down her body. Though it’s cold outside, she’s wearing black sequin booty shorts and a silver sparkly tank top. Her hair is down but she’s donned a blinged out ball cap with tiny rhinestones spelling out SUPER BOWL CHAMPION.
She checks me out in return. I’m in dark jeans and a white button-down topped with a charcoal blazer.
“You look good too.”
“What am I, chopped liver?” Remi breaks in. I roll my eyes, but Jordie giggles.
“You look dashing, as always, Remi.” My brother always dresses well. Tonight he’s rocking all black from his pants to his shirt to his blazer. He’s got that dark and dangerous look so many ladies fall for.
I flash him a look and he gets the message.Scram, dude.
“I’m just gonna go over here and… talk to… somebody,” he says, waving his hand vaguely and winking at me.
Finally alone-ish, I prop one elbow on the bar, and Jordie does thesame. My hand immediately goes to her hip, the one that’s mostly hidden by the bar.
“I’m digging these shorts, but they look itchy. Maybe we should go somewhere I can take them off you and inspect your pussy for scratches. With my mouth.”
Her eyebrows lift, along with one side of her perfect mouth. “They have a lining.”
My hand drags down to the bare skin of her muscled thigh. It’s smooth and warm. “One can never be too careful with such a delicate area.”
The smirk on her face edges up a notch. “You pounded me into a door about a week ago. And now my vagina is a delicate little flower?”
“Let me sniff it and see.”
She laughs that beautiful Jordie laugh and pushes at my shoulder. “I’m really glad you’re here.” Leaning closer, she says, “Do you want me to come over tonight?”
“Fuck yes,” I say before she’s finished the last syllable. My fingers tighten on her thigh. “I wish I could dance with you.”
Her eyes sadden a little. “Me too.” Then she glances toward the dance floor where her sister is two-stepping with Reno. “I have an idea. Follow me.”
I walk a few steps behind her, drinking my fill of her ass in those goddamn sexy shorts. But I soothe myself with the thought that they’re going to be on the floor of my bedroom later.
She approaches her sister and asks, “Can I dance with my favorite brother-in-law?” Jerking a thumb at me, she adds, “I found this weirdo hanging around the bar so I brought him to dance with you.”
“From one weirdo to another,” Juliette sings, kissing her hubby before turning to me. “Let’s show them how it’s done, Phoenix.”
Dancing with Jordie’s sister wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. Sure, they look a lot alike with their tall, slim frames, aqua eyes, and blonde hair, but the point was to have my body against Jordie’s while we moved together. It’s kind of our thing now, and I missed going to dance class with her this week.
“It was so nice of you to come,” Juliette says. “Is that your brother?”
I look over my shoulder to find Remi with three women around him. Turning back to her, I say, “I have no earthly idea who that pervert is.”
Juliette laughs, sounding uncannily like her little sister. “Liar. I saw you come in together.”
“That’s my older brother, Remi,” I admit. “Those aren’t friends of yours, are they?”
“Nope. I have no idea who they are. Let the man have a little fun.”
When the song draws to an end, Jordie’s plan makes more sense because she calls, “Switch!” Then Reno pulls Juliette to him, and Jordie is finally in my arms.
“You’re a fucking evil genius,” I whisper as a Tim McGraw and Faith Hill song begins. We fall into an easy waltz around the room, our bodies in fluid motion.
More couples crowd onto the dance floor, so no one notices when my left hand inches down, resting on the small slip of skin exposed between her shirt and shorts. My fingers stroke her lightly.
