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“This band is fantastic,” Amanda screams over the music as I approach. I nod my head in agreement, watching Russell and Matt dancing directly behind Amanda. She turns her head to the side, looking away from me and holding her drink in the air as she bends and dips, pushing her ass back into Matt. Russell slides his arm up her side as she comes back to standing. I blink once, glance at my watch, and turn my attention to Miranda.
“Hey, guys, it’s almost one in the morning. Are we going to head out soon, or . . .” my words die off when I realize they are falling on deaf ears. Brian swivels his hips behind Miranda, pulling her flush against him as his hand roves over her stomach, moving up.
A tap on my shoulder draws my attention away. I turn toward Jake and he smiles, handing me a beer.
“Thanks,” I shout over the music, taking the beer from him. I sip on the one I already have, trying to finish it. Still smiling, Jake moves in front of me, swaying his body to the beat. My hips shift back and forth as I look back over at Miranda and laugh at Brian trying to keep up with her hips.
One of my favorite songs comes on, and I finally let loose. Slamming back my beer, I chuck one of the bottles into a trashcan nearby and roll my body to the catchy tempo. Jake’s hands brush my hips in feather-light touches before grasping on and moving right along with me.
As we dance, Jake gets closer, his body flush against my back and ass. I get lost in the song, allowing it to wash over me. Swiveling my hips slightly, I rub against Jake, my body moving in sync with his.
Spinning me, he throws one arm behind my back and the other on my hip. As Jake’s hand slides down my back to my ass, he roughly pulls me close. My right leg between his legs, we sway back and forth as one.
Miranda squeals, and I spin to see what happened when I lurch forward. It’s as if everything is happening in slow motion. I grip onto Jake’s shirt, trying not to fall as he’s pulled back by his collar. Steadying myself, I hear another shout and look over as Justin takes a swing at Brian.
Warm hands cover my hips, ripping me back from Jake. My finger snags on his shirt as I look up to see a very pissed off Chase.
“What are you doing here?” I manage to squeak out, thoroughly surprised.
“I could ask you the same thing,” he shouts through gritted teeth as he turns to grab Jake. I grab his arm and try to pull him back. “Stop it, Chase! He didn’t do anything!” I shout as the dance floor starts to clear out.
Chase shake’s my hand off his arm. “Didn’t do anything? He was all over you!” he snarls.
“I’m a big girl, Chase. I don’t need you to save me!” Jake grabs Matt and Russell and follows the crowd off the patio. I don’t know what the hell happened to Finn, but he’s nowhere to be seen.
Miranda screams again and I turn toward her to see Justin pummeling Brian while she and Nathan try to pull him off.
“Justin, stop! Jesus, you’ll kill him!” Amanda screams.
“Chase, do something,” I yell, pointing toward them.
“Shit,” he mutters, running over to pull Justin off Brian.
Justin finally loosens his grip on Brian, leaving him bleeding on the dance floor. Miranda starts wailing on Justin.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? We were just dancing and you come in here and start shit!”
“Are you kidding me?” Justin starts to respond, deflecting punches.
“Don’t fucking talk to me. You guys are all drunk and your testosterone is controlling you. We. Were. Dancing. Jesus!”
“And what the hell are you guys doing here?” Amanda jumps in, pointing at Nathan.
“We’re drunk? Good Lord, look at this mess,” he snaps, looking at us. “C’mon, let’s get out of here before we’re escorted out.” Nathan grabs Amanda’s arm and drags her toward the exit. Miranda follows behind, not acknowledging Justin.
I turn to Chase, his eyes blazing with fury. “This discussion isn’t over,” he growls.
“There’s nothing to discuss,” I yell back, equally pissed. I turn and follow Justin, Chase staying a safe distance behind me.
Outside the club, Nathan opens the door of the first minivan cab he finds. “Get in,” he shouts behind him. Amanda, Miranda, and I get in first, sitting in the back, forcing the guys to sit in the middle. Justin tells the driver where we’re going and the cab starts to move.
No one says a word the entire cab ride or during the boat ride back to the island, all thirty minutes of it.
Back on Parrot Cay, we head toward our respective cottages. I’m ahead of Chase, making him follow behind.
I open the door and head for the bathroom. “Oh, no you don’t,” Chase hisses as he slams the front door closed. “This discussion isn’t over.”
“There isn’t anything to discuss!” I spin to face him. Ignoring his glare, I shout, “What do you want to hear? Do you want me to tell you I fucked him? Is that it?”
