Page 23 of Forbidden Ride
I eye his sexy grin, reminding myself to hold up and slow the heck down with all the tingly emotions and crazy birdsongs humming through my system.
If I let my guard down for one microsecond, I’ll fall head over heels for him. “It would be so tempting to just forget everything that’s happened between our families and run away with you.”
Shit. Shit. Shit. Did I just say that out loud?
“We don’t have to run anywhere, Jenny. Don’t you think you deserve a chance at happiness? To be with a man who’s crazy about you, someone who would move heaven and earth to make you happy?”
He leans over and kisses me, running his tongue over my lower lip. I swivel on the stool to get closer. William wraps his arm around me. “I don’t like to see you so worried.” He gently kisses my nose. “Come, baby girl.”
“Where are we going?” I ask as he helps me down off the bar stool.
“This way.” He winks, walking me out of the bar to the crowded dance floor. Before I can say, “No, I don’t dance,” he places a hand behind my left shoulder, lifts my right in a formal hold, and leads me in a two-step across the dance floor.
The man can move. He’s so graceful for such a big hunk. “You’re full of surprises.” I giggle. I’m wearing my hair down, and it must look as wild and free as I feel as it drifts off my shoulders and tumbles down my back, moving with every step. This trip was the best damn thing I’ve ever done for myself. “I haven’t danced in years, never known anyone who made it so easy.”
“Just another one of my hidden talents,” he cracks, twirling me.
Half the bar is looking at us, and I get the distinct feeling William doesn’t bring dates here often. But it’s all just a swirl of lights, the thump of the bass, and aftershave-mixed-with-perfume smells. We glide, taking several rounds around the perimeter of the floor, and then the song changes to something slow.
William draws me in close. His hand presses into the small of my back, and the upbeat mood changes. It’s just us again, and the rest of the world doesn’t exist. I relax against his warm chest, feeling his heart beat against me.
I tingle as the warmth trickles through me, instantly turning into need. William’s obviously as turned on as I am, and I grind against his hard cock.
He guides me to a dark corner of the dance floor and wraps his arms around me in a tight hold. We’re mostly hugging, or humping, I guess. We’re definitelynotdancing.
An amplifiedclunkand then a thump makes me look up to find someone picking up the mic. William turns to check out the commotion. I hear a breath that sounds like a bag of wind and... “Welllll, I got friendsth... in lowwww pplacthes.”
I look up at William, who’s shaking his head, still looking at the stage. He meets my eyes. “Karaoke.”
“Oh, that’s what they’re calling it these days?”
He laughs, and it’s better than any song. It’s like my whole body lights up to the sound of him being happy.
I turn to watch the middle-aged guy on stage, who hasn’t given up his slurry tribute to Garth Brooks. The song takes a turn somewhere in the middle and goes from bad to horribly wrong. The man is obviously drunk and off his rocker.
William hooks his arm around my shoulder and snuggles me, squeezing me closer against him as we watch together and then wait for the chorus. “You ready?” William asks.
“For?”
He shocks me by belting out the next line of the song. I double over laughing and join him. Soon everyone on the dance floor is swaying and singing together like maniacs. It feels so good to let my inner goofball out.
I belt out the song, off key, with everything I’ve got, and William sings right along with me. I can be myself around him, and it’s fun. I laugh so hard I think I’m going to pee my pants. The song ends, and there’s silence for a moment before another, slower song starts.
I don’t know the words to this one, and apparently the guy on stage doesn’t either. He stumbles, reluctantly sticking the microphone back in its stand with a loudplunk.
William wraps his other big arm around me for a hug and pulls me close against him. Pine, sawdust, and fresh-snow smells surround me. I’m flush against him, feeling his bulge against me. Warmth floods my veins. My man. This is my man.
I know it’s wrong, and it’s probably all those endorphins running through me from all those orgasms, but I can’t stop myself from thinking that way. “You’re mine, William,” I whisper against his shoulder. “You hear that?Mine.At least for right now.”
