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“Yeah,” I sniffed and dabbed at my makeup. “We will.”
“Shit. Fuck this. Let’s dance.”
I stood, excited about the change and ready to sway my hips to the Latin beats the DJ was playing. Erin held my hand as she led me to the dance floor that was right next to the deep end of the pool. She turned me and held my hips, grinding behind me as we started moving to a new song that had started.
Facing the bar, I locked eyes with Hunter, who was watching us intently. That same feeling he always gave me creeped back in and I was tempted to go tell him to fuck off. How dare he watch Erin and me like that. Much less when he was clearly on a date.
Instead of leaving the dance floor, I sent Hunter a middle finger and then turned so that I could no longer see him. Erin was too lost in the music to even notice. Plus she was using my body to shield herself and hold herself steady.
For a few songs, her hands were on my hips behind me and I was able to let loose, feeling safe in our space. But then the beat of a familiar reggaeton song started, the one that played in the car when I first rode with Rhys. The one that helped distract me from a panic attack after the first kiss we almost shared.
Erin pulled her hands from me and I reached back to put them back. I wasn’t ready to separate, not ready to leave the dance floor. But instead of Erin’s small and dainty fingers, rough and strong hands covered mine and held onto my hips.
I stopped dancing, realizing Erin wasn’t behind me, and I turned to see who the hands belonged to. Holding me in place, those hands on my hips stopped me from turning. They started to move my hips, insisting I keep dancing, but it wasn't until I heard the voice in my ear that I complied.
“I just took a private jet from Atlanta so I could have this dance. Don’t you dare stop now.”
“Rhys,” I whispered. It was too low for him to hear me, but telling myself who it was made my fears dissipate. I leaned back against his chest, resting my head back on his shoulder and looking at the sky above us. I missed him more than I should have. Dancing with him was making me feel too much.
Yet I didn’t stop. I let the song play and even though it was upbeat, Rhys and I swayed slowly together. Every few beats, I would move my ass against his cock and I felt him getting harder each time. By the end of the song, his hands were roaming over my tight dress and I could hear his breathing getting more erratic.
“You better be careful,” he growled. “I will fuck you right here on this dance floor.”
“That’s what I’m going for,” I teased. The rum was still talking because I was not the kind of girl that wanted to fuck on a dance floor full of people.
“No it's not,” Rhys called my bluff. “But if you want, I can turn you around and let you watch Cruz and your friend doing just that.”
“What?” I stopped dancing and turned around, looking for Erin as I had completely forgotten about her once Rhys’ hands were on me.
“Don’t worry,” Rhys moaned. “I brought Cruz with me to keep an eye on her. She’s in good hands.”
“She is a bigger slut than Cruz. But she isn’t interested in what he has to offer.”
Rhys laughed, catching on to what I was trying to say. He leaned down, close to my lips and smirked. “No one is a bigger slut than Cruz, but it sounds like they have a lot in common.”
“She’s drunk!”
His lips finally met mine, making me stop talking, and stop thinking. I forgot why I had even been talking in the first place. Erin was a big girl, and if Cruz tried anything, she could take care of herself.
When Rhys pulled back on our kiss, he turned me to just the right angle and I saw Cruz and Erin dancing, just like Rhys had said. They were practically fucking and it was hot to watch as they pulled another girl in between them and kept moving.
Okay so it was safe to assume Erin was fine.
Turning back to Rhys, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, letting go of any worries I may have had. His hands went to my ass and he pulled me close to him, rubbing my stomach on his still-hard cock.
“You flew home to dance with me?” I asked in disbelief. A slow song had started and we began to sway again.
“I flew home because you had me fucking worried. My brother and I had already arranged a charter flight to bring me home so we could stay and hang out together. It was nothing to change the flight time to ‘as soon as possible’ and get here.”
“I’m sorry I hung up, it's just that Hunter had—” thoughts of Hunter creeping at the bar made me stop my sentence and turn around to look for him. “Oh shit, Hunter!”
ChapterThirty
Rhys
Itexted Cruz to meet me at the jet. He was my back up in case I had to beat Hunter’s ass, and he needed to attest that the fucker deserved it. But when we got there, he ended up being my wingman.
And Hunter ended up being an ally.
