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“I am a songwriter, not a singer.” I remind her. “What about you? How’s Justin?”
“Tonight, we do not talk about husband troubles,” my brows quip up at that, “children or anything remotely adult-like. Deal?”
“Deal,” I grin. Works well for me.
The men return with enough tequila shots for a group and a bottle of Hennessy.
Anna claps her hands. “Three down, dance, three down, oblivion.”
I nod, lining my first three shots. We don’t do salt and lemon. No, Anna and I aren’t sissy’s. We down our shots, and Denton and Nate cheer us on.
“I want to dance,” she tells me, taking my hand and leading us to the smaller dancefloor. I know by the end of the night, she’ll be downstairs, dancing on the bar or worse.
Give Me EverythingbyPitbullstarts, and I laugh at her squeals. Anna loves this song. We move to the beat of the music, our hips, hands, and legs in sync. Throwing our hands in the air and laughing. I feel high on life, the alcohol running through my veins, loosening me up by the second. The guys join us, and damn is Nate a good dancer; he has all eyes on him. He tugs me closer, planting a kiss on my lips in the middle of the sea of dancers, and I like it. I kiss him back, hard and desperate.
“Break it up,” Anna shouts. “Save that shit for later. Time for more drinks.”
When I break away from Nate, my heart is pounding in my chest. I smile at Anna, but when my eyes meet Denton’s, the thudding increases. His dark eyes seem even darker in this lighting, and if I didn’t know any better, I would swear that he is angry. What the hell would he be mad about?
He saunters off the dancefloor, and we all follow. The second round of shots has me literally buzzing. I know I’m laughing too loudly, sitting on Nate’s lap, as he swallows his whiskey, his hands running up and down my thighs.
Anna and I take to the dance floor again, the guys deciding to sit this one out. “Let’s go downstairs,” she whispers in my ear, and I laugh because I knew that was coming. The dance floor is wall to wall with people lost in the music. Walking down the stairs, I wonder how on earth Anna and I will find a spot in there, but when we hit the space, the crowd parts, and we find room. The music here is R&B and nineties, and it is a fucking vibe. We hold hands as we dance to the songs. We're laughing and bouncing around like we don’t have a care in the world, and I realize that I am happy, happier than I have been for a long time. I realize how much I missed my friend, fun, dancing, and laughing. I know I’m quite drunk, but who the fuck cares? This is living.
Nate and Denton snake their way through the crowd, two lions on the prowl for their lionesses. Anna takes Nate's hand, and they start to move to the music, laughing and having a blast. I lose them in the crowd for a minute. My heart thuds in my chest because Denton and I haven’t moved an inch, our eyes locked on each other. We stand there in the sea of people, unmoving. For some reason, I think of stone ruins. They chip away over time, tumble, collapse but still stand even thousands of years later.
I turn, ready to make my way back to the VIP lounge. I feel his hands around my waist, stilling me, pulling me against him. His spicy scent mixed with the smell of whiskey is intoxicating. I gasp at the feel of his erection on my back.
“It’s fucking rude to walk away, kitten,” My mind is a drunken haze, and I wonder if any of this is real. “Dance with me.”
Something sexy plays in the background, and I reach up and lace my arms around his neck and start to grind up against him. His hands grip my hips, settling on my thighs as we sway to the music. My husband did the exact same thing earlier tonight, but this is different. There’s lust and desire, sin and sacrilege in that one simple touch.
“Would you let me touch you, right here if I wanted to? Slip my fingers in those panties and make you come on my fingers.” He kisses my neck, and it sends chills down my spine.
“What if they see?” I pant, desperate to feel his touch.
“Nobody can see, baby,” Denton bites on my ear. I keep grinding against him. “If you don’t stop moving that ass against my cock, I’m gonna come in my pants, and that’s not where I want to come right now.”
Oh fuck, what the hell is happening. His hands slip up my dress. We’re so close to other people I know he’s right; nobody will notice anything. But I can’t do this, he’s my friend's husband. “You wet for me, kitten? I bet if I touch those panties, I’ll find out.”
“Denton, no, we can’t,” I whisper, but fuck do I not feel that way.
“Touch my cock,” He whispers, and I reach behind me. Fuck he’s hard. “That’s for you.” He presses his cock against my palms. “I want to be in that pussy right now.” He growls, his fingers slipping into the side of my underwear, making me gasp. Bodies continue to move around us, grinding up against each other. We’re all heat and sweat and need. His finger is in my pussy now, opening my lips, circling my clit until I whimper an orgasm, my grip on his dick tightening. Reality suddenly hits me, and I shrug off his hands, moving through the crowd and up the stairs.
I reach the bathroom, dizzy, drunk, and nauseous. I open one of the stalls and stumble into it. I bend down and empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet. I reach for toilet paper and wipe my mouth. What the hell is wrong with me? I feel like screaming, crying, fisting that asshole in his face for putting me in that situation.
I flush the toilet, walking out of the stall. Rinsing my mouth, I splash cold water on my face. I pass the bar and ask for some water, drinking almost half the bottle, leaving the rest on the counter.
They’re all back at our table. Denton’s facing me, Anna on his lap. His eyes rake over me. We are drunk, I remind myself. Drunk and stupid.
“Where were you?” Anna asks. “We were worried.”
Nate tugs me onto his lap.
“The bathroom,” I tell her.
“I feel sick. Can we go home?” I whisper in Nate’s ear, then rest my forehead on his. He nods.
“Guys, we’re gonna head home,” Nate tells them.
