Page 75 of How to Ruin Your Ex's Wedding
“If you say so,” Maisey adds.
“Look, it’s ancient history,” I tell the girls, mostly to wipe the snarky looks off both Crystal and Angela’s faces. They both think Pax and I belong together, well, if the choices are between Hunter and Pax anyway.
“Even if it didn’t work out between Hunter and me, that doesn’t automatically mean Pax and I would be together. There are a gazillion guys in the world. Not just two,” I say.
They don’t look convinced.
I give Crystal a look.Thelook, actually. The one that two best friends can share that says everything without a single word leaving anyone’s lips.
“Fine, I’ll drop the Pax thing,” Crystal says. “For now. What else is going on with Hunter?”
“He’s just different, maybe more presumptive and controlling about what I should say or do. It’s like he thinks he’s got me all figured out and tucked away in some category that fits. I don’t know, it’s little comments, about my weight, my tits, my hair. I mean, even tonight, he told me I looked common!”
“I’m sure he’s just stressed between planning the wedding and selling his tech baby. It’s like two huge things the guy has to divide his focus on. You know how hard it is for guys to do even one thing, let alone two.” Crystal laughs at her own joke.
“I get that,” I say. “Like I said, it’s just a feeling. And I’m sure it’s nerves, no big deal. Another round?” I raise my hand to get the server’s attention before waiting to hear if they want one. I order another round of Buttery Nipple shots. I’ve lost count of how many it’s been on top of the champagne, but I know the number is at least five.
“I can’t do any more shots,” Crystal says. Maisey seconds her sentiment. So, I take both their shots as well. Because, fuck it.
Until my head starts to spin.
“I need to dance more,” I say, standing. I move off to the side of our VIP area that we’ve designated as our dance floor, close my eyes, and start to move my hips to the beat.
I feel someone come up behind me and turn quickly. It’s Jonah, one of the guys who’s shooting this new mini-series with me. He’s a side character but we’ve had quite a few scenes together and I’m happy to see him.
“Hey!” I cry out as I step in to hug him, albeit a little sloppily.
“Wanna dance?” he asks.
“Yes!” As I answer, the song changes and “Fireball” by Pitbull comes on. We start a sort of modified salsa dance, only a little dirtier and cornier since neither of us know how to truly salsa. Pitbull just inspires it with his music. When it gets to the middle of the song, when they start taking it down, Jonah leads me to the platform and helps me step onto it, where I start to shake my ass and head to the beat. Dance like no one is watching, as the saying goes. I lose myself when they start with bringing it back, and then jump down into his arms when the music starts again, feeling crazy free and inspired. I’ve never laughed so hard in my life.
I like Jonah.
“How come you don’t have a girlfriend?” I ask him.
“Because I have a boyfriend,” he says with a wink, and I laugh.
Not having to worry about his intentions makes him all the more fun to be around.
I don’t want this night to end.
The song ends way too fast, and the sultry beats of Rihanna pound through the room. It sounds like a mashup of “S&M” and “Only Girl (in the world,” both of which I love. I can barely contain my excitement. Not just over the song, but being out with my friends, drinking, dancing, feeling free, laughing with Jonah, the floor vibrating with the bass. It’s a rush, all of it. Plus, the power of music on my mood is amazing.
Jonah moves in behind me and we dance with my back to his front. Joking around and dirty dancing like we were before, I move away from him a bit and shake my head to the beat. I make a mental note to see if Hunter would be into tying me up during sex. If whips and chains excite Rihanna, they can’t be all bad, right? I throw my head back and laugh, losing myself completely in the music.
Arms up, eyes closed, hips swaying, ass shaking, head bobbing.
Jonah puts his hands on my hips and dances us back further into the corner, then pulls me back against him, which is when shit gets a little serious. His cock hardens as I move my hips against him. And, damn, if Jonah isn’t packin’ heat in his jeans. Maybe we aren’t joking with the dirty dancing.
I thought he had a boyfriend? Is he bi?
Jonah moves his hands up and down my hips lightly. Roaming a little higher and a little lower on my sides each time.
His hands feel good.
Clearly, I’ve had too much to drink if being touched by a younger gay man is turning me on.
I should go sit down.
