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“I manage a gym downtown and I’m a sports therapist, so I also work some weekends for a few of the local sports teams, strapping, massage and treating injuries.”
My jaw dropped. “That’s exactly what we’re studying. That’s what I want to do!”
Rose nodded. “Well, that’s what Chel wants to do, I want to more get into personal training and nutrition.”
He laughed. “Should have known, bodies like those only come on sports girls.” He insinuated he was talking to the both of us, but he stared straight at me. I wasn’t one that typically shied away, but the look in his eyes made me blush—profusely. It was sexy and told me everything I needed to know. I had to duck my head, heat creeping up my neck and shading my cheeks.
Rose laughed. “I’m gonna shoot to the ladies.”
I raised my hand in answer.
“Do you mind if I take Chelsea out for a dance. We won’t be long, wouldn’t want to leave you alone,” Deacon asked.
My head shot up.
Rose grinned at me before looking back at Deacon. “Go for it! She needs a little fun.” She winked dramatically before turning and practically skipping off.
Traitor.
I waved my hands in front of me. “No, no. I don’t dance.”
He scoffed and climbed out of the booth, turning around and holding his hand out for me. “Come on, I’ll help you.” He grasped my hand and pulled me along the seat despite my protests. I stumbled out of the booth, but Deacon’s hands were quickly on my waist and mine went to his chest, holding me steady on my six-inch heels. He wasn’t tall, standing just a few inches above me even with heels on. But that didn’t matter. The guy was hot, and from what I could feel over his shirt, he was ripped.
He began walking me backward, moving me toward the dance floor. I couldn’t help but follow, my body going with the flow he was creating.
“I really can’t dance,” I called over the loud music and grinding bodies.
He stopped suddenly and used his hands to spin my body around so that my back was pressed against his chest. They quickly fell back on my hips and with his body now molded against mine, we began to move.
At first we just swayed—side to side, side to side. It was simple, slow and sensual.
He soon began to twist my hips. At first I resisted. I knew my dancing skills were less than stellar and in no way did I want to embarrass myself. He moved his mouth so it was by my ear, his breath tickling at my hair and sending chills down my spine. “Just let me in, let me take control.”
“Why are you asking for control?” I shot at him, smiling at the tenderness he was showing that I definitely wasn’t used to from being with the brothers.
Part of me wanted to smack him and say, just man up and take what you want. That’s what I knew, that’s what I’d always loved about Optimus. He always went after what he wanted and never sought validation. Deacon’s touch was sexy, it was soft and it made me float. But what it didn’t do was make my legs weak and my heart race. Another part of me thought it was nice, to be finally asked what I wanted. To be respected enough as a woman to be treated with a soft hand, something you just don’t get with rough and ready bikers.
He chuckled lightly, his chest shaking against my back. “I believe it’s called being a gentleman.”
“It’s called being a fucking pussy. Now get your hands off my property.”
