Page 55 of Broken Hearts
I swivel around and smile at Rhett, then dance backward toward Josie and Dakota. They welcome me by opening up to let me move between them. They grin and cheer me on as I dance in the middle of the circle, giving it everything I have and just having fun.
When the music changes and I glance over at Rhett, his eyes flash with heat that makes my already accelerated heart rate speed up and my chest tighten.
“Holy shit, Sienna.” Dakota steps in front of me, blocking Rhett from my view. “You’re amazing.”
“Thanks.” I gulp in air. This basement is hot and the alcohol and dance workout I did makes my skin sticky. I lift my hair and fan my neck. “I’m gonna sit the next one out.”
“She’s going to sit several out.” Rhett appears beside me, his strong arms circle my waist and he lifts me up, carrying me away from the group.
“What are you doing?” I squeak and giggle in surprise as he moves through the basement toward the stairs.
He doesn’t answer or set me down until we’re upstairs. Pinning me against the wall, one hand at my waist, the other on the wall above my head, he captures my mouth in a bruising kiss. I forget I asked him a question until he pulls back and says, “I needed to do that. You ready to go? We can stay longer, of course, if you want to keep dancing, but I have all kinds of things I want to do to you right now.”
“Like?” I ask, breathless and my sex clenching at his words.
His mouth opens, he pauses, and then shakes his head. “I can’t come up with a nice way to say I want to fuck you into next week.” He holds his hand out to me. “What’ll it be, angel?”
Who needs nice? “I think I’ve had enough dancing.”
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We catcha sober ride to Rhett’s apartment. It’s quiet, everyone else is still at the party, but we don’t turn on a single light as we kiss our way through the living room, down the hallway, and finally into his bedroom.
His phone rings. The screen lights up his pocket in the darkness.
“You’re ringing,” I say, not removing my lips from his.
“No, you are.”
He takes my phone out of his pocket and hands it to me.
“It’s Elias.” Shit, I know he’s checking in on me. I texted him a picture of me drinking with the girls and like the overprotective brother-type he is, he’s going to worry until I assure him I’m fine. “Just give me one second.”
I answer, not moving away from Rhett. “Hey.”
“Hey, I’m headed to bed. Everything okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“With Roy?”
“Mhmm.” I press my lips to the man in front of me.
“Okay. Be good-ish. Call me tomorrow.”
“Bye.” I slip the phone into my pocket. “Sorry about that. He worries.”
Rhett’s brow furrows. “About you being with me?”
“No, it isn’t that.” I shake my head. “He knew I was out drinking.”
He waits for me to elaborate.
“Elias has the same heart condition I do, so when one of us does something that puts us more at risk, we get a little protective.”
He nods slowly like he’s finally piecing it together. His hands slide under my shirt and lazily stroke my skin.
Now that we’re not in a frenzied lip lock, I’m nervous. I like Rhett. He’s different than I expected. Nice, fun, stupid hot. Speaking of stupid, hooking up with him might be just that. I no longer think he’s a player, but that doesn’t mean this won’t still end in heartbreak.
