“I would have to have a whole lot to drink for you to be able to drag me out there. Now, I wouldn’t mind a few slow songs, but I don’t think that’s really their scene here.”
Not at all, I thought as I bobbed my head to the music. It had definitely been Justin’s, one of the main reasons why we probably met in the first place. We came a few times after that night together, and I had always loved dancing with him. It had been highly erotic every time, and I could still feel his hands on my body like it was yesterday.
Nash’s thumb started to rub circles on my wrist, and I quickly shook those thoughts away as I smiled back at his brown eyes that were focused solely on me. He deserved my attention, not for me to be living in the past. He motioned to my empty glass as he stood up. “Yes, please,” I answered, licking the remainder of the sweet drink off of my lips.
We ended up at the pool table even though I had seriously no focus once the alcohol started setting in. I giggled when one of the balls popped off the table and landed on the floor with a thud. “I think we’re done here,” Nash said with a smirk. “You ready for another drink?”
“Of course,” I replied as I swayed my hips in front of him and somehow made it back to our table. Zoey and her date, Reed were quietly talking to each other. I giggled when I saw her hand run up his thigh. Zoey was pulling out all the moves tonight, and I don’t think Reed minded one bit. I seriously doubted she would be coming home tonight.
“Cheers.” Callie clinked her glass with mine just as Nash handed me a fresh one and plopped down in the seat next to me, a winded Drew coming to stand behind her. He seemed like he was always trying to keep up with Callie. She was a little bit of a whirlwind sometimes.
“So, where are you two headed tonight?” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows with a giggle.
Callie gave me a shy look which I didn’t think was even possible and nudged me with her elbow. “I’ll probably end up going home with Drew,” she said in a hushed tone, like it was against the law or something.
“For god sakes Callie, he’s your boyfriend. If you’re going to go home and have sex with him, at least be proud of the fact.” I hiccupped as I winked at Drew whose face had turned bright red.
“Okay, I think someone needs to be cut off.” Nash smiled at me as he wrapped an arm around my waist. “I think we’re going to call it a night guys. Does anyone need a ride back?”
Everyone quickly answered no, and I narrowed my eyes. “See, I was right. Don’t be shy because you’re getting lucky. I’ll see you two in the morning, expect to be grilled.”
Nash helped me into the truck, thankfully, because I don’t know how I would have gotten there otherwise. I leaned on him the whole way home, practically doing a face plant in his lap, which would have been embarrassing, normally.
“I think I’m going to need to stay with you tonight,” Nash stated as he plucked my keys out of my hand to open the front door.
“Oh, are you looking to get lucky too? I think I could arrange that.” I yanked him into the house, attacking his mouth as soon as he stepped over the threshold. We both stumbled together, and I giggled when I realized what was happening. “We’re going down.” I giggled against his mouth as he landed on top of me, my back hitting the wooden floor with a smack. I had a feeling that was going to hurt in the morning, but right now, the alcohol was numbing any pain.
“Della, are you okay?” he asked, pulling back at the same time I tried to yank him back down. “Of course, silly. More than okay.” I pushed my hips up, hoping to encourage him but when I saw a worried look flash across his face, I knew it wasn’t helping.
“Della, we don’t need to be doing anything tonight when you’re like this, even though it’s cute.” His thumb brushed across my lips, and I darted out my tongue to lick him. “Della,” he said in a warning tone. “If you keep doing things like that, I’m not going to be able to stop what you’re starting.”
“Well then, don’t stop,” I demanded, forcing him back down to my lips, pulling at his shirt at the same time. I ran my hands over his smooth stomach, and he reached down to slap my hands away. “Della, this is your last chance. Are you sure?”
I looked up into those brown eyes, filled with something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on but I knew he cared about me. More than a lot of people did. Justin being one of them. “Yes,” I insisted as I tugged at his shirt again, and this time, he ducked his head down, helping me along. I flicked my tongue over his nipple once it was off, and he shuddered in response.