“Stop talking.”
Cody removes my finger, his smile gone. He opens his mouth to say something, but I really, really don’t want to talk.
So I kiss him.
I let the floor-vibrating music swallow me whole, and Cody and I make out and grind against each other until I’m pretty sure my brain is starving for oxygen. But even then, I refuse to let it have any. I dance until my muscles burn, and then I push past the fire until they go completely numb. I close my eyes and pretend that Cody’s hands are just hands. Just me dancing with a thousand hands all over me under flashing blue lights in a sea of warm bodies.
His hands are on my stomach, my legs, my ass, my breasts. I let them touch and squeeze and keep me in a serotonin-induced fog. He catches all the right curves, lavishes all my best features—because he appreciates me in a way that Joel never will. Because he’s never had a girl like me, and Joel has had me way too much.
When he pulls away and says he has to take a piss, I nearly beg him to keep touching me. Instead, I tell him to bring me a drink.
I’m dancing alone, eyes closed and hands raised toward the ceiling, when someone presses up behind me and a strong arm wraps around my middle. Not caring who it is, I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and continue dancing.
“Using Cody isn’t going to make me jealous,” Joel’s low voice warns in my ear. One of his hands is pressed firmly over my sequined stomach and the other is sliding up the burning hot underside of my raised arm. He takes my hand and spins me around.
Face-to-face with him, I stop dancing and glare. “Not everything is about you, Joel.”
He tugs me flush against him and glowers down at me. “You shouldn’t let him touch you like that.”
“Why not?” I argue, bracing my hands on his hard biceps.
“Because he’s not me.”
“Thank God for that,” I snap. I push at him, but since Joel is immovable, I end up stumbling back a step.
He snaps right back at me. “You don’t even like him.”
I laugh in his face, and he stiffens. “Sorry to break it to you, sweetie,” I cup his cheek in my palm, giving him my sweetest smile, “but I never actually care about any of the guys who touch me.” His eyes harden, and I’m not sure if they’re burning with jealousy or if it’s just plain anger, but either way, I’m feeling reckless and plan to throw fuel on the fire.
Joel walks away from me just before Cody returns with drinks in his hands, oblivious to what just happened. I take mine and gulp it down. Then I toss the plastic cup to the floor and spin around, pressing my ass against Cody’s groin and grinding my way down his body to the beat of the music. Now that I know Joel is watching, I plan to give him a show.
By the time the lights cut and Cody has to head backstage, I’m pretty sure I could audition at any strip club in town and instantly be hired as their star attraction. I don’t even need to buy stripper clothes, because I already have a whole closet full of them at home.
I’m slowly making my way back to the bar when Leti materializes at my side and falls in step with my boots. “What the hell was that about?”
I chuckle and give him a big smile, hooking my arm in his. His skin is as hot as mine, so I’m guessing we’ve been sharing the dance floor. “Just having some fun.”
“You don’t even like Cody.”
“But he likes me,” I reason. “And besides, Joel was watching.”
Leti frowns. “I hope you know what you’re doing . . .”
Really, I have no fucking clue, but I smile like I do and Leti drops the lecture. When we get to the bar, he has a hot guy waiting for him, so I release his arm and slide onto a stool next to Rowan.
“ Cody , Dee?” she says, her nose scrunched like his name leaves a bad taste in her mouth. She’s wearing one of my dresses—a slinky dark blue number that flatters her every curve—but she insisted on wearing flats with it and all my energy had already been
Cody removes my finger, his smile gone. He opens his mouth to say something, but I really, really don’t want to talk.
So I kiss him.
I let the floor-vibrating music swallow me whole, and Cody and I make out and grind against each other until I’m pretty sure my brain is starving for oxygen. But even then, I refuse to let it have any. I dance until my muscles burn, and then I push past the fire until they go completely numb. I close my eyes and pretend that Cody’s hands are just hands. Just me dancing with a thousand hands all over me under flashing blue lights in a sea of warm bodies.
His hands are on my stomach, my legs, my ass, my breasts. I let them touch and squeeze and keep me in a serotonin-induced fog. He catches all the right curves, lavishes all my best features—because he appreciates me in a way that Joel never will. Because he’s never had a girl like me, and Joel has had me way too much.
When he pulls away and says he has to take a piss, I nearly beg him to keep touching me. Instead, I tell him to bring me a drink.
I’m dancing alone, eyes closed and hands raised toward the ceiling, when someone presses up behind me and a strong arm wraps around my middle. Not caring who it is, I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and continue dancing.
“Using Cody isn’t going to make me jealous,” Joel’s low voice warns in my ear. One of his hands is pressed firmly over my sequined stomach and the other is sliding up the burning hot underside of my raised arm. He takes my hand and spins me around.
Face-to-face with him, I stop dancing and glare. “Not everything is about you, Joel.”
He tugs me flush against him and glowers down at me. “You shouldn’t let him touch you like that.”
“Why not?” I argue, bracing my hands on his hard biceps.
“Because he’s not me.”
“Thank God for that,” I snap. I push at him, but since Joel is immovable, I end up stumbling back a step.
He snaps right back at me. “You don’t even like him.”
I laugh in his face, and he stiffens. “Sorry to break it to you, sweetie,” I cup his cheek in my palm, giving him my sweetest smile, “but I never actually care about any of the guys who touch me.” His eyes harden, and I’m not sure if they’re burning with jealousy or if it’s just plain anger, but either way, I’m feeling reckless and plan to throw fuel on the fire.
Joel walks away from me just before Cody returns with drinks in his hands, oblivious to what just happened. I take mine and gulp it down. Then I toss the plastic cup to the floor and spin around, pressing my ass against Cody’s groin and grinding my way down his body to the beat of the music. Now that I know Joel is watching, I plan to give him a show.
By the time the lights cut and Cody has to head backstage, I’m pretty sure I could audition at any strip club in town and instantly be hired as their star attraction. I don’t even need to buy stripper clothes, because I already have a whole closet full of them at home.
I’m slowly making my way back to the bar when Leti materializes at my side and falls in step with my boots. “What the hell was that about?”
I chuckle and give him a big smile, hooking my arm in his. His skin is as hot as mine, so I’m guessing we’ve been sharing the dance floor. “Just having some fun.”
“You don’t even like Cody.”
“But he likes me,” I reason. “And besides, Joel was watching.”
Leti frowns. “I hope you know what you’re doing . . .”
Really, I have no fucking clue, but I smile like I do and Leti drops the lecture. When we get to the bar, he has a hot guy waiting for him, so I release his arm and slide onto a stool next to Rowan.
“ Cody , Dee?” she says, her nose scrunched like his name leaves a bad taste in her mouth. She’s wearing one of my dresses—a slinky dark blue number that flatters her every curve—but she insisted on wearing flats with it and all my energy had already been
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