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“Why didn’t you wear something like that?” I ask Atlas as we climb up the front porch and head inside.
“You wouldn’t catch me dead in that.” He shakes his head.
“Why not?” I have to raise my voice to be heard over the music which suddenly seems to be coming from all directions, no doubt from a whole home stereo system.
He gives me a look that says I should know why before grabbing my forearm and tugging me through the crowd, following my brother and Rita into the kitchen where a keg is set up on an old dining room table, with red solo cups surrounding it.
Brennon pours each of us a drink, passing them down the line until we all four have one. We hang out together for the first little bit, drinking and talking. I even join my brother, Atlas, and one of the frat brothers, on the back deck where I, much to my brother’s dismay, try marijuana for the first time. Though in my defense, I took one hit and truth be told, felt nothing.
Eventually, Rita drags Brennon off to dance while Atlas and I hang back.
“You wanna dance?” He leans over, speaking directly into my ear.
“I’m sure my brother would love that.” I give him a pointed look.
He leans in closer.
“Right now, I don’t give a fuck.” I can tell by the slight slur to his words that he’s rocking a pretty decent buzz. Truth be told, so am I.
“Right now you don’t. Tomorrow you might.”
“Nope.” He pops his lips. “Not even tomorrow.” He shakes his head, wrapping his fingers around mine as he tugs me toward the middle of the room where several bodies are smashed together, dancing and grinding to the music.
I catch a brief glimpse of Brennon and Rita across the room before they once again disappear in the sea of people.
“Atlas.”
I press my hands to his chest when he tugs me close, his hand sliding around my waist, securing me to him as his face hovers dangerously close to mine.
“Dance with me, B,” he purrs, moving his lower body against mine.
A part of me wants to stop him, like somehow I’m taking advantage of him while he’s drunk by allowing this to happen. The other part of me wants to embrace it. To snake my hand around the back of his neck and pull his mouth to mine for everyone to see.
I settle somewhere in the middle.
What’s the harm in dancing... right?
I reach up, tangling my arms around Atlas’s neck as I let the music take over. I’ve never been much of a dancer, to be honest I have two left feet, but that doesn’t stop me one bit.
One song turns into two. Two turns into three. Before I know it, I’m sweating, panting like I’ve just finished a marathon, and have no idea how much time has passed, or where my brother and Rita have disappeared to.
In desperate need of a drink, I lean in close and tell Atlas I need a break. He smiles and nods, following me off the makeshift dance floor and into the kitchen which sits one room over.
I grab a cup from the table and start to fill it from the keg when I feel a hard body press into me from behind, the clear signs of arousal digging into my backside.
“You see what you do to me, B.” Atlas’s voice is hoarse and I can feel the dampness of his shirt against my bare shoulders when he leans down and runs his nose along my ear.
I only get my cup half full before his fingers dig into my hips and I’m abruptly spun. Beer sloshes onto the table and I damn near drop the cup, somehow managing to keep a hold of it.
“Atlas,” I scold, laughter in my voice.
Taking the cup from my hand, he empties it in one drink and then throws it somewhere behind me.
“What do you say we find that room now?” He wiggles his eyebrows, completely distracting me from yelling at him for stealing my beer.
“You were serious about that?”
“When it comes to being inside of you, B, I never joke.” His voice is husky, the sound radiating straight to my core.
