“Definitely.”
Bringing his phone up, he holds it out in front of him, cheesing into the camera. I do the same, and he snaps a couple of photos before kissing my cheek.
That’s another thing about alcohol. With the buzz burning through my veins, all my fears seem silly. First off, these are good guys. And second off, I’m two hundred thirty pounds and over six feet tall. I’d be hard-pressed to think someone’s gonna try something with me. And even if they did, I could hold my own.
“We need to talk to Park about going to meet my mom.”
Ben’s eyes widen. “Yeah?”
I nod, leaning closer to him. “I’m tired of hiding.”
Ben gives me an indulgent smile. “I’m not sure if you realize it or not, Cutie, but you’ve been pretty handsy tonight. If you’re trying to hide, you’re not doing a very good job of it.”
Following his eyes as they drop to his lap, I laugh when I realize my hand is firmly gripping his thigh. “That’s fair.”
He leans closer, brushing his nose along my throat. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready. And I’m sure Parker will be too.”
“I miss them.”
Ben hums. “Me too, Cutie.”
Pulling back, Ben takes his phone out of his pocket and drops a pin in our group chat. “There,” he says, glancing at me. “Now they know where to find us if they decide to take us up on the offer.”
West slides into the booth beside Ben, and I look up at him. “Hey, man.”
“Hey!”
Ben turns. “How are things with you and Darcy?”
I’ve never seen West look as happy as he does right now. “So good, actually. I’ve honestly been thinking about skipping out so I can get back to him.”
Ben laughs. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but he’s with Park right now. Even if you leave, you’re gonna be stuck alone. Or waiting on him to get back.”
Is he pouting right now? Damn. I think he’s pouting. Ben shakes his head, a loud laugh bursting from his chest. “Wanna go dance, Lan?”
“I’m sure I’m not very good at it.”
“Nah, it’s easy. I already know you’ve got good rhythm.” He waggles his eyebrows, and my cheeks burn hot. “Come on. Let’s go.”
West gets up to let us out just as Devon and Levi get back to the table. The two of them are usually inseparable, although earlier when Devon went to the bathroom, Levi was talking to some girl. She’s gone now, and he’s back to being glued to Devon’s side, so I don’t know what that was all about.
“Alright, fine,” I say, mostly because I don’t want to let him down.
West sits back down when I slide out after Ben, and the two of us make our way to the dance floor. It’s pretty sparse, with most people hanging off to the sides, and I don’t know if that makes it better or worse, but when Ben loops his arm around my waist and drags me into him, all the anxiety melts away, and I truly couldn’t care either way what everyone else thinks.
“Alright, it’s easy,” he murmurs close to my ear. “You just move your hips…” He rocks his hips back and forth to the low beat of the song. “To the music.”
I follow suit, closing my eyes as I let the beat take over. He sways against me, his hands all over my sides and back. Is it strange that this is turning me on? To be fair, it’sBen, and he’s touching me and grinding against me and just generally ridiculously hot, so really I don’t think it can be helped.
After two songs fade into a third, my dick is so hard it hurts, and my buzz is starting to fade.
“Let’s get another drink,” Ben practically yells over the music, his hips slowing and then stopping entirely.
That’s probably a good idea; otherwise, I might be tempted to dry hump him against the wall until we’re both filling our jeans with cum. Definitely not the best outcome for the night.
Grabbing my hand, he leads me across the floor to the bar, and a few minutes later, he’s pressing a drink into my hand. It’s disgusting, really, but I’ve always been told beer is an acquired taste. I’m starting to see why people say that.
After a few sips, the taste doesn’t really matter to me, and by the time I’m almost through the glass, the warmth from before is returning.
