I come to the spot right next to Bryn’s ear. She shivers as I say, “Wouldn’t dream of anything else.”
Stepping back without warning, I spin her one last time, winning me a squeak of surprise. She’s off balance, but I’ve got her, catching her before she can trip over her feet or someone else’s. Her laughter rings in my ears when I turn her once again, but stop her mid-spin to direct her off the dance floor at the same spot we entered earlier. Right near her table of friends. Two friends now, by the looks of it. The blonde and brunette. Glancing around, I don’t see the redhead or the black-haired woman.
“Let’s get a drink and then maybe you should check in with your friends,” I tell her, noticing that the two at the table both track us despite their heads tucked in intense conversation. “I might wander over and see if my friends are five sheets to the wind.”
Truthfully, I need to take a piss. But checking on Tyson and the guys wouldn’t be a bad idea.
Bryn gives me a nod, head tilted in my direction so she can peer up at me. She’s short. Maybe five feet to my six-one. Petite. My arm wraps better around her shoulders than it does her waist, but I keep it lower, a hand at the small of her back, directing her, but using my body to make space between people until we reach the bar.
Her order is the same as the last time, and I double it, watching as she reaches for the water first. She guzzles half of it in one breath, and though I don’t hear it, her lips make a satisfied ‘ahhh’ as she puts the glass back down, sagging a little like she’s just had relief she waited her entire life for.
She’s mesmerizing. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off her since we first ran into each other.
It was strange, though. The way she went into the restroom with one demeanor and came out with another. It was nothing she said, but the microexpressions were there. The way her chestheaved like she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. The wide eyes, but slight pull to her eyebrows.
She masked it as quickly as she could. I watched her put it in place. But as someone fascinated by microexpressions and having studied them—albeit via podcasts and online research—I saw it.
“You earned all that water,” I tell her with a chuckle.
She snorts, the sound adorable, but flushes immediately after. “And the Jack and Coke.”
“Definitely that too.”
“Come meet my friends,” Bryn nods towards the table.
She leads me over to where the two women sit, both with clear-colored cocktails in front of them, half drunk. Condensation runs down their glasses, telling me they’ve been nursing them for a while.
The brunette, the one that was with Bryn when they went to the restroom, straightens when she realizes we’re coming to the table. Loudly—drunkenly—she announces, “I told you he was cute!”
“You have no idea how proud she and Quinn are,” the blonde says with a laugh, sounding less inebriated.
My grin couldn’t be any bigger as I look down at Bryn, color staining her cheeks crimson. Even in the dark light of the club, it’s plain as day. “They’re ratting you out.”
“They aren’t,” she turns her face up to me, defiance flashing in her eyes. It’s sexy as hell and my dick lights up in my pants, hoping for more. “Theysaid you were cute. I didn’t.”
With my drink in hand, I touch my hand to my chest. “You wound me.”
“Your dancing makes up for anything you lack in the looks department.”
Looking at the two women sitting at the table, I ask, “Doesshe always send men away with their tail tucked between their legs?”
The brunette bursts into giggles, and the blonde shakes her head, sucking her lips into her mouth to keep from laughing.
“Excuse them. They’re like twelve years old when they’ve had alcohol, and are probably picturing—”
“I only picture Liam’s dick now, thank you,” the brunette cuts in, then dissolves into more giggles. “But I am picturing it tucked, yes.”
“Not to be impolite, but you ladies do understand male anatomy, yeah? A tail is behind you, and well, that appendage belongs in front.”
They both collapse into a fit of laughter, and it’s contagious because I find myself joining in. Ridiculous conversations are some of my favorites. My brothers would be howling if they were here.
“I think you may have saved me from being very drunk,” Bryn comments, chuckling beside me. “This is Savanna and Jordan.” She gestures to the blonde and brunette, respectively. “Guys, this is Wyatt.”
They both stop laughing long enough to shake my hand.
“Nice to meet both of you.”
“Likewise, cowboy.” Jordan glances from me to Bryn. “How dizzy are you after all that spinning?”
