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The longer I searched, the more frantic I became. I swear I heard the clock on my shoulder ticking, reminding me time was not on my side.
My attention snagged on two bodies dancing off to the side. The guy with his back turned was sinew and grace. The body wrapped around him hid almost all his other features and made spots swim in my vision. His hands were everywhere. His mouth was too.
Letting out a shout, I shoved toward them, ready to fight. Their tangled bodies rotated as I reached out, a snarl curling my upper lip. They both froze under my ire, blinking in surprise.
It took a moment to see past the rage tinging my sight, but when I did, I deflated.
It wasn’t him. Not Wes.
A hand curled around my bicep, and I spun so hard the body stumbled back. I didn’t reach to right them, instead watching them knock into someone else before standing up straight. It took a moment to realize who she was. The two dumb buns she usually wore weren’t in place. Instead, her long hair fell around her shoulders like that morning at the hospital.
What the fuck was Shirley doing here?
“Are you looking for Wes?” she yelled over the music.
Suddenly, it didn’t matter how or why she was here. “You know where he is?”
“I think someone’s trying to take advantage of him. I wasn’t sure what to do.”
“Where?” I demanded, eyes skimming the crowd.
She led the way like she knew it by heart, and frankly, it pissed me off she could find Wes so much easier than me. When she stopped, she lifted her arm and pointed. My eyes found him in the crowd as though there was a spotlight over his head. I stared breathless for long moments, relieved to see I wasn’t too late. Then his body shifted as he danced, and I saw it.
The moon.Ourmoon.
It glowed against the stars painted on his chest, reminding me exactly who he was to me. Who I could never allow him to be to anyone else.
I’m sorry, Mom and Dad. I guess if I have to choose… it’s him.
It will always be him.
For a moment, he was all I saw until another half-naked body covered in paint pushed his thigh between Wes’s. I watched his hands glide up the bare muscles of Wes’s back.
If I thought I was riled before, an unmatched fury rose inside me then. Something so furious and potent that the cage I kept tucked deep inside me blew apart. The bars of restraint snapped, crumbling as the beast of my desires burst free, swelling with so much speed and force I knew I would never cage it up again.
Lips lowered toward Wes’s, and the only thing that kept me from detonating was the fact that Wes turned his head.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
My shout was muffled by the music, and I started forward.
A hand grabbed mine, stopping me. Halting, I looked between the hand and Shirley’s face. “Go home. I’ll handle this.”
Completely dismissing her, I thundered forward, the people near me scattering out of the way. I grabbed what was mine by the back of his neck, yanking him away from where he did not belong.
He stumbled in confusion, but I kept going, too incensed to stop. I was tired of fighting, tired of denying, and tired of hurting us both.
Tonight, I was going totake.
My lips smashed against his, and I felt his body stiffen. I made a soft sound, the whole of my tongue swiping over the seam of his lips, and they parted immediately, inviting me inside. I held him as if he might disappear, crushing him against me as though I could somehow mold us into one. He sighed into my mouth, the vibration skittering down my spine, tingling all my senses as I kissed even deeper, reveling in his yield but never taking it for granted. His body practically melted in my arms, the warmth of his mouth welcoming and wet as if the taste of me was enough to make him salivate.
Pushing my hand up into his hair, I gripped his curls, his mouth slackening a little more as our tongues twirled and gyrated, and I fucked his mouth right there on the dance floor where everyone could see.
Let them all look.
His hand went between us, anchoring in the cotton of my T-shirt. My heart beat harder than the rhythm of the music, and we ravaged each other until I felt his chest heaving.
I gentled my lips, letting some oxygen filter between us, letting him suck it in, and then covered his mouth again. When at last I ripped my mouth away, my lips tingled and burned as I pressed them together while my head swam.
