Winters whines next to me. “I know. Those shorts are almost enough to get me out there.”
He’s not referring to Shane’s, though. Maddox is also in sinfully short shorts. His are denim cutoffs that are scandalously shredded, so threadbare and loose I’ve definitely glimpsed a peek of asscheek. Easton has jerked toward the dance floor multiple times since we settled at a table with a tray of shots. Those four downed a few tequila shots and booked it for the dance floor.
A choked noise comes from Easton. My gaze flicks to his wide-eyed one, then darts to what it’s locked on. Oh, fuck. Inch by fucking inch, Maddy peels off his crop top, gaze glued to East. The look he’s sending East’s way…that’s just fucking cruel. It’s a taunt. It’s a challenge. He tucks his shirt into his back pocket and bites his lip, then pulls Frankie in tight behind him and does the filthiest grind.
“Fucking nope.Nopenopenope.” Easton bolts for the dance floor.
“Funny how the one who was most nervous is the first of us on the dance floor,” Nebs muses. “We should probably head out there too.”
Shane and Shelby are dancing together. Dancing ridiculously. The moment they hit the floor, they let their freak fly. Dropping it to the floor. Shimmying back and forth. Shane twerking on Shelby. At one point, they were doing this little bop from side to side where they alternated who went left and who went right.
I’m not sure I’ve heard that much laughter come from a dance floor before. My lips have been tugged up in a smile all night. It’d be impossible for them to go in any other direction.
“I don’t know. They’re having so much fun. I hate to interrupt.”
Paulie hums knowingly. A hum that has my neck prickling.
“What’s that for?” I say, eyes not leaving Shane.
“Frankie’s not dancing with Maddy anymore.”
“So…” The word falls away as Frankie inserts himself between Shane and Shelby. Shelby sways to the music on Frankie’s right side, while the majority of Shane ends up pressed to Frankie’s chest. He pulls Shane in tight, and Shane grinds into him. Something dangerous rumbles through my throat.
Paulie chuckles. “Change your mind yet?”
The minute Frankie’s mouth moves to Shane’s neck, I’m out of my chair. Easton had it right. Nope. Nope. Fucking nope.
Shane tips his head back and laughs at whatever Frankie said. But it’s cut off when I grab him, spin him, and lock his back to my chest.
“Mine,” I growl into his ear, my gaze boring into Frankie’s.
Shane shivers, and Frankie just winks at me. I think Frankie enjoys ruffling feathers. He’s already slinking back into the crush of bodies on the dance floor, and before I can blink, he’s got men on his back and front. He’s a magnet.
Shane cranes his head to look up at me, his smile wide and lazy. His cheeks are flushed, eyes bright. He’s having so much fun. I knew he’d love this scene.
“He was just messin’, JJ,” he assures. “He literally said,How caveman do you think Stone is going to turn when he sees me whispering in your ear?”
I grip his hips and gently turn him, sliding a thigh between his, so we can casually grind while I get to see his beautiful face. I tug softly on his scarf. It’s wrapped around his head and tied on the side, the end trailing down to his pec.
“You two are instigators.” My lips are back to smiling. Caveman moment is over now that I have my man safely in my arms.
His smile widens, neon lights reflecting off those pearly whites. “Can you blame a guy? You arehawtwhen you go caveman.” His smile fades away, and his gaze heats. He bites his lip and runs his palms over my chest, thumb catching on my piercing. “You were taking too long,” he murmurs. “Had to do something to get you out here.”
A satisfied purr vibrates through my chest. My hands slide over to cup his ass. “I was enjoying the view.”
He bounces up and down, eyes back to glowing. “You like? Aren’t theythe bomb?The moment I saw them, I fell in love. Frankie said I can keep them. They are so my vibe.” He leans back and stares lovingly at his shorts. “Such adorable little popsicles.”
Dear God. He’s so fucking cute. My chaotic puppy.
“Very you.” My laughter shakes through my words. “I can honestly say I would not be surprised to find you wearing these out in public on a random day of the week.”
His brow turns serious, and he nods. “Oh, for sure. Totally would rock these at the beach and boardwalk. Have you seen my thighs? If you got it, flaunt it, bro.”
I chuck him under the chin. “Totally, bro,” I whisper.
The flush on his cheeks deepens, and his gaze skitters away. I’m not sure why. Maybe the fondness in my voice was too much. Maybe the way I’m feeling about him is too obvious and too soon. Or maybe…maybe he’s so unused to appreciation, to affection, he doesn’t know how to act when he finally receives it.
I guide him to turn so his back is to my chest, his ass settling into my hips. I kiss up his neck. Inhale. Citrus and sweat. My dick thickens. He’s like a drug. I can’t getenough. I want more. Every day I want more than the day before.
