Mylo keeps drinking, throat bobbing. His pupils blow wide, and that lavender thread tells meexactlywhat he’s thinking.
Fuck, I want those lips around my cock.
Defiant and proud, Mylo sets down his empty glass and takes a deep breath.
An indulgent purr rumbles in my chest.
“What are you waiting for?” Mylo challenges. “You said ‘celebrate,’ didn’t you? C’mon.”
Then he grabs my hand and pulls me onto the dance floor.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-SEVEN
MYLO
The music overflows with energy,my hair is blown out, my face is beat, I’m wearing a slutty little dress, and I just drankso much wine.
So of course I want to fuckingdance.
Christine needs no encouragement to head to the center of the dance floor, and the crew greets us with cheers as they make room.
I catch the rhythm of a Top 40 hit with my hips, riding the beat around to glance at Christine.
She shed her moto jacket along the way, and she stands with her drink against her lips and her thumb hooked behind her belt, foot tapping as she watches me.
I might finally have found something she’s bad at. My time to show off. I let the music carry me, my doubts and worries going distant and blurry beyond the wine and thumping beat.
Haley dances over and joins me at the center of the floor, and we loop in others to scream-sing along to our favorites.
Christine was right. We made it to the end. Might as well enjoy the last night.
I’m more than content to let Christine watch.
Until Shakira croons,hips don’t lie.
And then I’m grabbing her hands, pulling her into a salsa beat.
She laughs, holding up a hand. “Let me put my drink down.”
I hang shamelessly off her elbow, pausing to note that she’s not wearing a bra: the thin white cotton of her t-shirt drapes over those perfect breasts. I hurry her along as she gulps down the rest of her Mai Tai and sets it on the closest table.
Once her hands are empty, I pull her onto the dance floor.
“Just watch my feet and follow along.”
A smile clings to her lips as she makes an effort, clumsy but serviceable. “Like this?”
“Yeah, keep doing that, but better.”
Her rich laugh rolls over me, and I catch myself smiling too.
As the chorus picks up, I look up at her with a glint in my eye. “Now, try to keep up,princess.”
I change direction, and Christine stumbles. I give her a few bars to adjust, then move to a side-to-side step. She catches on faster this time.
Content that I’ve been nice enough, I move on to more and more complex steps, waiting for Christine to trip over herself.
