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Sliding my hands up his chest, I settle them on his strong shoulders. “That’s the plan. By the end of the night, you’re going to want to be tearing it off me.”
“End of the night? I’m ready to do that now.” He laughs.
“Well, you’re going to have to control yourself. I want to have some fun with our friends and that means drinks and dancing. Then I’m all yours.” Reaching up, I kiss him on the cheek and follow everyone out of the house and hop into Mateo’s car.
Conrad and I need this night. A few hours to relax and have some fun. Something has been sitting heavy on him, and if he won’t tell me, then I want to try to get whatever it is off his mind, even for a little while.
* * *
The club isa bit of a drive away in Wilmington since Wrightsville Beach is more of a small town than a city. Traffic is light and we make it there in no time.
Since it’s Thursday night, the parking lot is not as busy as I’m sure it would be on a weekend. It’s a little over half-full. Conrad finds a spot and the moment our doors open, the music from the club fills the otherwise quiet night. It sounds like some techno beat, and I cringe because this may not be the scene for our group.
Camden, Blaire, Conrad, and I meet up with the rest of our friends. Levi is staring at the club as if it has some kind of disease.
Trazia is clapping her hands and skipping toward the building. “This place looks better than the clubs in Gainesville.”
Camden’s head snaps in his sister’s direction. “Excuse me? What clubs have you been to? Better be the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.”
She turns her head back while still walking. “Oh, big brother, this isn’t my first rodeo.” With an extra sway to her hips, Trazia leads the group and heads toward the beefy bouncer at the front door. He blatantly checks her out, resulting in a groan from Camden. His baby sister is now a woman—a beautiful one, at that—and he is not going to be handling that too well.
Bypassing the ID check, Mr. Bouncer Man lets us all in. The techno tune gets noisier when the door opens, and I know the guys are going to regret coming here. They’re more rock or country fans versus what this club is about.
Inside, it’s dark, but there are several neon lights in various areas, making it bright enough to see. Several bodies are on the dance floor, some people standing at the high-top tables, and the bar has a few people there ordering drinks. Everyone is highlighted, thanks to the black light above the dance floor.
“We’re going to put in some drink orders. Anything special you want?” Conrad all but shouts in my ear.
“Cranberry vodka. We’ll grab a couple tables.”
He nods and heads toward the bar. Levi and Mateo are right behind him.
Camden and us girls make our way into the club and snag two tables beside each other. Camden stands behind Blaire and whispers in her ear. She turns and smiles at him. With Blaire’s past, I know places like this are hard for her to enjoy. She was raped in high school, and crowds have made her uncomfortable since then. It wasn’t too long ago that she would never even entertain the thought of coming here with us. Before Camden, it was me who reassured her that it would all be okay and I was there for her, no matter what. Now she has a man who loves her enough to drop anyone who touches her to the ground. It warms my heart to know she has found her person.
The song changes, and instead of the same techno tune that has been playing, “Watermelon Sugar” by Harry Styles spills from the speakers. Trazia cheers and grabs my hand.
“Come on. Wehaveto go dance. It’s sacrilegious not to let loose during a Styles song,” she shouts as she pulls me into the crowd. Our friends watch as I’m being dragged away, smiles on their faces that I know are matching the laughs coming out of them, but I can’t hear over the music.
Once we’re on the dance floor, Trazia lets go of my hand and throws hers in the air. With her eyes closed, she tilts her head back and loses herself to a man singing about oral sex and the female orgasm.
Trazia’s energy is infectious and before I know it, I’m moving my hips to the song and getting lost in the music. She grabs my hands and spins me around, molding her body behind mine. Never have I danced this intimately with another woman, but Trazia knows how to move her hips and helps me move mine in a more seductive way.
A new set of hands grips my waist and pulls me into a hard chest. “Not a fan of you dancing like that with anyone but me,” Conrad growls in my ear.
The song has changed, and luckily, they have drifted away from more techno. “Then don’t let me go.”
Conrad’s grip on my waist tightens and his nostrils flare, but he doesn’t respond. He holds me tight and everything around us fades away as I get lost in the feeling of being in Conrad’s arms. He makes me feel safe and loved. Even though we haven’t said those three words to each other, I know in my heart that I love Conrad. Never have I said those words to someone romantically, and I’ve been scared to do so because I know if he doesn’t feel the same way, it will crush me.
Our friends join us on the dance floor, and Blaire hands me my drink. I sip on my delicious vodka and cranberry as we all move our bodies to the beat of the music. The guys create a secure barrier around us girls, even though no one is near our group.
The night goes on and we dance to song after song while consuming several drinks. Conrad and Levi guzzle down water, making sure to honor their promise to be the group’s DDs. Camden has been strict with Trazia, but between Jules and me, she is able to sneak in a couple drinks. She’s surrounded by friends, and we’re here to make sure no one gets into any trouble.
The copious amounts of alcohol have gone to my head, and it starts to get fuzzier. Resting my arm on Conrad’s shoulder, I lean up to whisper in his ear, “I’m going to head back to the table.”
He nods and grabs my hand, guiding me through our friends and to the tables we have been occupying off and on. Currently, Camden, Blaire, Levi, and Trazia are off the dance floor and enjoying drinks at the tables.
Trazia smiles when she sees us heading in their direction and bounces toward me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “My dance partner. Cammy is being a dud and not letting me dance with any of the guys.”
Her brother groans. “Not a fan of you rubbing your ass against my friends, Traz.”
