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The music shifted from classic rock to something with a Latin flavor. Between the music and the tequila, I was swaying on my feet.
“Sure,” I grinned.
Ryder poured again and looked toward the stereo setup. “Tank’s taken over.”
“Tank?” I asked.
Ryder pointed, “Puerto Rican. He loves this Latin shit.”
I looked toward the source of the music and saw a man with gorgeous skin, wearing nothing but jeans, his cut, and a backwards Atlanta Braves baseball cap. I could see flashes of tats on his ribs, both arms were inked, what I could see of his hair was cut in a mohawk, and his low slung jeans showed off every inch of ripped abs and perfectly cut v lines.
Tank started to dance around the table, and the man couldmove.
I turned back to Deuce, picked up my glass and drank.
Deuce was right behind me.
“My sisters,” Deuce said. “Rachel and Amanda. Lost them for a while, but then they found me, if you can believe that.” He laughed, “They drove to Savannah and swore they weren’t leaving until I went to dinner with them. We’ve been pretty close since, considering.”
I leaned closer. “Considering what?”
Deuce nodded toward the bottle. “You sure you want to keep going?”
The song changed, and Tank yelled, “Anybody in this bitch know how to salsa?”
I looked over to where he stood, surrounded by groupies on the dance floor. One of the girls tried to back that ass up on Tank, but he wasn’t taking.
“Nobody wants to listen to that shit,” someone yelled back.
“I do,” I called out.
“Then let’s go, chica!” Tank called out.
“I haven’t been dancing inforever,” I said, looking up at Ryder.
“Tank’s cool. You’ll have fun,” Ryder said, leaning back against the bar. “I’m watching this.”
“Shit, me too,” Deuce said. “I’ve never seen him dance with an actual woman before.”
I threw them a wave and made my way through the groupies to where Tank stood, waiting.
“Fuck, yeah,” he grinned, pulling me close.
And the exhibition he’d put on at the music table wasnothingcompared to what he could do on a dance floor.
He was a strong lead, putting me where he wanted me. Spinning, grinding. The groupies fell away until the dance floor was empty except for me and Tank, and he took advantage and put on a show.
One song bled into the next, and we kept dancing, flowing through the rhythm like we were born to it.
Tank pulled my back to his front, one hand on my hip, and I circled my hips while he mirrored the move behind me.
I looked across the lot to see Ryder watching with a look in his eyes I hadn’t seen before. Just before he banked it, I recognized.Hunger.
Tank twirled me, and I lost Ryder’s face, but I decided that I liked the look in his eyes. A lot.
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Talon
