Page 72 of Here With Me
“Derik!” he responds.
“I’m givin’ you full consent to touch us wherever you want as long as we can do the same to you,” Magnolia tells him.
Oh my God.I want to smack her final two brain cells together, but that wouldn’t stop her at this point. Either she’s trying to make Fisher jealous on my behalf or hoping Tripp will take notice.
My heart thuds when I glance over Derik’s shoulder and see Fisher glaring with his arms crossed over his broad chest. Dark hair strands stick to his face, almost shadowing his features in a way that makes him look like a scary mob boss.
Magnolia hits my arm, grabbing my attention.
“Don’t look at him,” she scolds.
I roll my eyes because I don’t want to make him jealous or mad, but that shouldn’t stop me from enjoying myself. I love dancing and haven’t gone out in months, so I’m taking full advantage of this night, even if we’re sandwiching a stranger.
When my favorite rap song starts, I go feral and lose my mind. I’m primarily a country music girly, but one artist can make me go from hoedown line dancing to jumping up and down screaming the lyrics at the top of my lungs.
As the alcohol takes over, I wave my arms above my head. Derik’s hands find my hips. He moves with me as I sing along and whip my head back and forth. When his hardness presses into my back, I turn around so I can tell him to put Derik Jr. away.
But when I look up and see Fisher, my eyes widen, and a sharp gasp escapes me. I quickly scan our surroundings to make sure my brothers aren’t nearby.
“They’re playin’ pool in the back,” he says.
Glancing toward Magnolia, I can practically hear her internal squealing in my head by theoh my Godexpression on her face. But I return the same one because she’s with Derik, letting him cop a feel of her ass.
“You’re sure you should be touchin’ me, Mr. Underwood?” I taunt, resting my palms on his chest as I continue to move my hips to the music. He removed the suit coat before we came inside, so now there’s only a thin button-down shirt between us.
“I’m not sure I can stop.”
His sexy bedroom eyes scan down my body as he grips my dress and pulls me closer.
My tongue peeks out between my teeth before I suck in my bottom lip, wishing he’d lean in and put me out of my misery.
“Why’re ya torturin’ me with that mouth I can’t kiss?” He plucks my lip with his thumb, then shoves it inside. “It’s bad enough I want somethin’ I can’t have. Even if I could, I wouldn’t deserve you, anyway.”
I grimace at his words because I hate that he thinks that way. The odds are stacked against us, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve to find love.
A new song starts playing, and our bodies continue moving together. When he buries his face in my neck, his warm breath tickles my bare skin, and I shiver. It’s well over ninety degrees in here, and I’m a sweaty mess, so it’s not from being cold.
“You tempt me, Goldie. I wanna slide my hand between your thighs and feel how wet you are for me. No one’s ever had that effect on me before, especially in the middle of a dance floor surrounded by strangers.”
And with so many people who could catch us.
My mouth breaches his ear as I wrap a hand around his neck and keep his body pressed to mine. “No one has to know, Fisher.”
“You deserve more than a secret fling.”
“We’d only have to keep it a secret until we’re ready to tell people,” I explain. “We can explore our relationship in private before decidin’ what to do next and announcin’ it.”
With the music blasting, we’re practically shouting at each other, but there’s no way anyone else can hear with how close we are.
Before Fisher can respond, I’m shoved to the side and almost lose my footing before Derik catches me.
“Brother alert!” Magnolia yells, taking my place and nodding for me to follow suit as she grinds on Fisher.
I grab Derik’s shoulders and form an unstable rhythm. Fisher meets my eyes as he scowls at Magnolia, who’s shaking her ass.
With a smirk, I nod at him to go along with it. Hesitantly, he does and just barely touches her hip.
“Hey!” Landen comes over. “Y’all seen Wilder? We lost him.”
