“I was hoping we could have our own little dance party.” When I hesitate, he adds, “Just over by the pool house. We’ll still be able to hear the music; it just won’t be as loud.”
I look around and see partygoers spread out. I know better than to be alone with some guy I just met, but we definitely wouldn’t be alone if we headed over there.
“Sure.”
Lawson leads me to a little patch of garden off to the side of the pool house. The song switches to a slow, sensuous beat right as he pulls me into his arms.
His mouth presses against my ear. “Hi.”
I shiver as his hot breath causes goosebumps to scatter across my skin. “Hi.”
One song bleeds into a few as Lawson and I dance together. When he spins me around, pressing his front to my back, I can feel his erection digging into my spine. His big hands bracket my hips, which actually helps because my legs are starting to feel like Jell-O.
I whimper when his tongue snakes out and trails down the nape of my neck. “Why don’t we take this some place more private?”
I don’t think I said yes but Lawson starts leading me to the pool house anyway. When I stumble, he steadies me with a firm hand at my elbow.
“Hold on, baby, we’re almost there.”
“Lawson, I’m not feeling so hot. I don’t think we should—”
He turns the door handle. “It’s cool, Jazz. You can just lay down in here until it passes.”
I shake my head. “I don’t know. I—”
Before I can finish my sentence, another guy comes up beside him.
“Thanks, man.” Bentley gives Lawson a fist bump. “I can take it from here.”
Lawson winks at me. “She’s all yours, Fitzgerald.”
What the hell is going on?
“Bentley, what’s happening?”
My head suddenly feels too heavy, so I flop it to the side.
He crouches down and brushes some hair away from my face. “Come on, pretty girl, let’s get you inside. You’re wasted.”
I shake my head. “Am not.”
He chuckles. “How many drinks have you had?”
I try holding up two fingers, but it takes me a moment to get it. “Just two, but I’m not a lightweight. I think Kyle made my second drink too strong.”
His eyebrows pinch together. “Who the fuck is Kyle?”
“The bartender.” Why am I slurring?
Bentley picks me up bridal style. “Come on, princess. Let’s have a little fun.”
I wrap my arms around him and bury my nose into his neck. “Mmm, you smell good.” My tongue darts out, tasting his skin. It’s salty from a light sheen of sweat, but not unpleasant. “Tastes good, too.”
He groans as he shoulders the door open and sets me down. He doesn’t let me go though, which is a good thing considering I’m having trouble standing. It’s then that I see we’re not alone. Kingston and Reed are both standing in the living area.
I glare at Kingston. “Why are you here?”
He’s dressed now, but his hair is damp and he looks way too good if you ask me.