Dirty Summer 2
“Cute isn’t the word I would use to describe her. More like trouble.” Recklessly, he chugged the rest of his Long Island ice tea.
How did Reid convince him to take these two ding-batters out anyway? If he wanted to ask a girl out, he knew how to ask a girl out. He didn’t need Reid and Shirley trying to set him up all the damn time.
Reid laughed. “Whatever you want to call her, let’s go. We can’t leave them up there dancing like that. The trawlers will pounce on them any second.”
“All right. All right.”
Justyn hoisted himself up onto the dock, and begrudgingly followed Reid’s lead to the growing crowd gathered outside of the town’s favorite party spot. If sneaking suspicions were right, he had a feeling this was going to be more trouble than it was worth.
The song slowed as soon as he and Reid were within five feet of the girls. He glared at the Fin Notes, suddenly suspicious that they were a part of the great island love-match conspiracy.
He watched as Reid roped Maggie in his arm and ushered her to the side of the dance floor that was less crowded. That left Blair.
Her eyes sank into his and she bit her bottom lip. Why was she making this so difficult?
“Did you come up here to dance with me?” She stepped closer, her chin tilted up.
He tried not to look in her eyes. Before the Fin Notes launched into the chorus Blair was wrapped around him, her cheek resting against his chest. This was all more than what he bargained for. It had to be the strong drinks that had her nestled against him.
He let his hand glide down her back until it palmed the curve along the small of her back. She felt like velvet under his rough hands. He felt his chest tugging to take a deep breath. What in the hell was happening?
“This is nice,” Blair murmured.
He nodded, not wanting to confirm the words out loud. Instead, he reached for her hair and closed his eyes as his fingers coiled along the strands. This was dangerous.
The song ended and he backed up too quickly, knocking Blair off balance.
“Whoa.” He snaked an arm around her waist to steady her. “I told you those Long Island ice teas are no joke.”
She giggled and looked at him. Those blue eyes stopped him in his tracks.
“I’m getting you home.” He ushered her along the boardwalk while searching for Reid and Maggie.
“So you do want to take me home?” she purred.
“Reid, get your ass over here. We need to get them back.” Justyn motioned to Blair, who was happier than he had seen her since they had met. The drink must have had a way of softening her. Maybe it was the drinks or maybe she was starting to have fun with him. He wasn’t sure.
“Already?” Reid looked disappointed.
“Yes, now.”
Justyn hauled Blair down the boardwalk and lifted her into the skiff.
“Is she ok?” Maggie rushed to the dock.
“G, I’m totally fine.” Blair giggled. He sat her in the seat next to him so he could keep an eye on her. The last thing he wanted was for her to tip overboard. He kept one hand firmly planted on her hip.
“Shove us off, Reid,” he directed, checking the slip behind them for boat traffic.
Reid tossed the lines in the boat, and then hopped aboard before they took off for the sound.
Justyn shook his head and cranked the engine. This was exactly the kind of trouble he didn’t want.
Eight
Justyn
“Do you think you might want to go on another cruise?” Reid was still talking to Maggie. Justyn had deposited Blair on the couch and was waiting for his cousin so they could get out of here. Maggie assured him she would get some water for her roommate.