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A sultan of sound and a pauper of silence. Yeah, that was us.
I mean, if there was an us. Which there wasn’t. Kinda wish there was.
A body slammed into me from the side, and I stumbled forward, colliding with Kruger.
He managed to keep hold of Jess and reach out to steady me so we didn’t end up on the floor as a family sandwich. Jess and Kruger were two out of the three ride-or-die people in my life.
My brother and my sister. Don’t ever let anyone tell you chosen family isn’t real family because those people are the reason shampoo comes with instructions.
For real, don’t put too much stock in the gene pool because it’s clearly underchlorinated.
“Baby, P wants to get our threesome on!” Kruger hollered and swiveled toward me as he danced.
Yeah, my best friend also sounds and acts underchlorinated, but he’s high-quality H20.
I shook my head, but it was no use. He was already twerking in my direction. Grimacing, I turned toward his girl. “Is he drunk?”
Jess laughed and grabbed my hand. “Dance with me, Matty!”
I did because if I didn’t, she’d get twerked on too. ‘Course, she’d probably like it, but that was not a brother’s business.
As we danced, my eyes strayed back to the DJ platform. He looked up at the same moment, and our stares collided. Awareness rippled down my spine, freezing the breath in my lungs and making my steps stutter.
For a split second, I thought maybe I was imagining it. This place was packed and rowdy. What were the odds our eyes would connect in so much chaos? That he would notice me.
Impossible.
His eyes dropped away from mine, and my airway opened, but even so, it was hard to get oxygen past the lump lodged in my throat.
See? My brain started to taunt me, but the same awareness I’d felt just heartbeats ago flushed my skin with heat. Not the same kind of heat that came with being on a crowded dancefloor but the kind that started under the skin, the kind that heated the blood in your veins.
Attention back on Arsen, I couldn’t deny he was looking at me. Not my eyes this time. His intense stare dragged down my body, and as he perused, he tugged on his lip rings with his teeth.
I was a twenty-year-old man. I was no stranger to horny desire.
But what burned up my spine was something else entirely. It emboldened me in a way I never knew, and before I could even think, my body started to move. Gone were the stuttering footsteps and the half-assed attempts at keeping up with my sister on the dance floor.
I was consumed with the molten urge to keep his attention. To make him burn just a fraction of the way I did.
Suddenly, it was as if I were in the water and not on dry land. Gliding my body along to his music the same way I moved in the pool. Controlled but graceful, light but strong. My hips swayed teasingly, and the pad of my thumb hooked in the front pocket of my faded jeans, the slight tug making the waistband slip lower on my hips.
I swear I saw his nostrils flare as he followed the suggestive way I danced, pivoting my hips like they were desperate to feel his hands. My heart thudded unevenly, breathing turning heavy. Beads of sweat dampened my shirt, the cotton sticking to me uncomfortably and making me itch to rip it off my body.
Tugging my thumb free of my pocket, I shoved both hands into the back pockets of my jeans, palms cupping my ass, I turned to give him a better view.
Who am I right now?
It doesn’t matter as long as he likes it.
Following that thought, I glanced over my shoulder, too impatient to see him to wait for my body to rotate.
Someone was on the stage, leaning in to yell into his ear. Jealousy was a mere afterthought because Arsen’s eyes were still mine. No one else can have you.
Despite having only one drink, I was inebriated. Drunk from his attention and suddenly greedy as fuck for more. He liked what he saw. That much was crystal clear, and that approval lit me up inside.
Warning sirens went off in my head, the heinous sound bunching the muscles in my neck and shattering whatever spell had come over me.
This is a bad idea. You can’t handle this. You’re better off alone.
