Page 37 of Broken Melody
“I’m done with this game!” Sailor says, slamming back the rest of the drink in her glass before snapping it back on the bar. “How about that dance now, Britt?”
“Hells yes!” Britt says with a cheer. She finishes the rest of her drink and then they disappear out the door to head to the dance floor.
I look around at the guys, and they all have smiles on their faces. “I think I’ve said as much before, but I think she’s going to fit right in.”
“Definitely,” Nixon says. “If we had to add someone, I’m sure as hell glad it’s her.”
“Is it weird that I don’t mind it so much now?” Henley asks, and I realize that as we’ve talked we’ve all moved to the glass so we can look down at the girls while they laugh and dance together.
“No. I don’t think it’s wrong. I think we’re all thinking the same thing,” I say. Although, I hope they aren’t thinkingexactlywhat I’m thinking. Because the thoughts I’m having surpass friendship and if they are having similar thoughts, it wouldn’t bode well for any of us.
“Well boys, I’m going to patrol,” Nixon says with a smile, which is code for, look for girls.
“Me too,” says Henley.
“Go ahead,” I tell Rocco when he hesitates. “I’ll keep an eye on the girls.”
“Yeah, well, who’s going to keep an eye on you?” He asks.
“No need. I’m good.”
“You had as much to drink as the rest of us.”
“Yep, but I’m not in the mood to start trouble tonight, don’t worry.”
Rocco looks relieved and something in my stomach tightens as I realize my behavior has caused him to be concerned in this way. I sometimes forget how rough my antics have been on him, not only because he worries about the band and its affect on us, but also because he cares deeply - for all of us.
Rocco disappears and I pull a chair to the glass and watch the dancing taking place below. I try to fool myself at first. I look around the room, watch some other people, try to focus my eyes elsewhere, anywhere, but where they really want to go. With a sigh, I give in, and focus on Sailor. A low hiss passes my lips when I do. It should be a sin for her to move her body like that. From up here, I have almost a clear shot down the front of her shirt as she moves. Her exposed skin shines and glows like a beacon under the lights. She and Britt are dancing together and seem to be having a good time. There are men circling like hawks, but they are oblivious, just focused on having fun together. When the song slows down, they start moving their bodies at a slower pace, their moves becoming more sensual than before – almost erotic. Sailor has her arms above her head, her eyes closed, and she sways her hips back and forth. When a guy comes up to her, she shakes her head clearly telling him she’s not interested. He seems to be insistent and quickly, the smile falls from her face and Britt is also speaking to the guy. I don’t wait around to see more.
Discarding my glass, I’m out the door and down the stairs as quickly as possible. Knowing right where they were on the dance floor, I move there. When I arrive I find the girls, but no obnoxious guy.
“Maddox! Did you come to dance with us?” Britt asks and Sailor who once again had her eyes closed, opens them and blesses me with a smile.
“I came down because it looked like you had someone that wasn’t taking no for an answer.”
“Oh, thank you, but we handled him,” Britt said with a smile. “Sailor just told him if he didn’t immediately leave she would grab his tiny little balls so hard they would be like crushed grapes in her hand.”
“Ouch,” I tell her and instinctively place a hand over my crotch.
“It did the trick,” Sailor says with a shrug.
“Well, okay then,” I say and look around just to make sure no one else is about to try something.
“Dance with me,” Sailor says and I’m surprised when her voice comes from right in front of me. Looking in her eyes, I find that she is clearly inebriated, and I don’t want to do anything that will piss her off later.
“No, you and Britt are fine,” I say.
“Actually, I’m going to go back upstairs and get another drink, so if you stay with her, that would be cool.”
“Okay,” I tell her.
Turning back to Sailor, I’m surprised when her hands snake up the front of my chest and she wraps herself around me. I inhale sharply as she takes a step toward me and presses her body to mine. “Move with me, Maddox,” she says into my ear, and so I do.
Without a word, I begin moving my body with hers. One of my arms is wrapped around her waist, the other at her back. Inhaling sharply at the feel of her body against mine, I’m walking a dangerous line here, but with the alcohol pumping through my veins and the music moving through my body, that line starts to blur more and more with every sway of our bodies.
