Every time I blinked, the memory of my night with him was there. Me on top, Jack kissing his neck as Isaac’s hands roamed up my hips to my waist. The image of his hand clasping with mine as he thrust into me from below, completely guiding the moment and controlling me with each buck of his hips.
But fuck. I could not do this again. Our lives were too intertwined at this point. We’d likely be the godparents to whatever spawn Nolan and Bee created, and I was not about to make every holiday and birthday party for the rest of my life awkward AF.
“God, I love this song,” Isaac said as he closed his eyes and slowly let his head sway from side to side. The opening notes to “Hopelessly Devoted to You” played, but it was Kallum’s drunk sister behind the mic on the karaoke stage singing instead of Olivia Newton-John. That didn’t seem to bother Isaac though.
In one smooth motion, he hopped off the barstool and held his hand out for me. “Dance with me, Sunny.”
I looked down at his open hand and back up at him. This felt too much like romance.
“Come on,” he said. “It’s just one dance.”
“You’re under the misconception that I can dance,” I told him. “Not all of us are products of the pop machine.”
“You can move your body, Palmer.”
I took his hand and stumbled off the stool. “You know what my grandmother always said: if you can fuck, you can dance.”
He looked taken aback. “Did she really?”
I shook my head. “No, but she did always tell me to wear clean underwear in case I died and someone had to see what I was rocking down there.”
“Good advice.”
I shrugged. “If you decide to wear underwear at all.”
With a quiet laugh, he led me to the makeshift dance floor with tables pushed off to the side. A few other couples danced alongside us. He wrapped his arm around my waist and held my hand in his as we moved gently from side to side.
“Did you really buy the infamous mansion?” I asked.
He nodded. “It’s pretty quaint, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, super subtle,” I said. “The marble floors and columns just have this humble air about them.”
“Well, it’s not much, but it’s home.” He tucked a loose piece of hair behind my ear. Okay, he was definitely not playing fair here. “Except for tonight,” he added. “Tonight, the place belongs to Bee and Nolan.”
“Oh, really? So you’re crashing at the Mistletoe Inn?”
He frowned. “No room at the inn.”
“I’ve heard that line before,” I said.
“Well, I just figured I’d crash in whatever warm bed the Spark app presented me with.”
“Quite the gamble, mister.”
He turned his head to watch our hands and shifted his fingers so they intertwined with mine. A perfect fit.
Heat gathered in my chest and between my thighs.
His fingers tightened their grip.
Fuck it.
What was one more one-night stand with Isaac Kelly? At least this time I wouldn’t have to share him with Jack Hart.
I cleared my eyes and looked up at him. “A warm bed, you say?”
Chapter Two
