Page 80 of Give In To Love
I smiled, happiness flooding through me, and nodded. Both girls squealed, making me feel a little like we were back in high school again. TJ made it to my side and handed me my seltzer, asking, “What are they going on about?”
“I told them we’re together.”
His face lit up and he slid his arm around my waist, pulling me into his side. Jason, Zach, and Sarah moved around the table to join us. “Is this officially a thing?” Jason asked, gesturing between the two of us.
TJ kissed me on the temple while I smiled and nodded.
“About damn time,” Zach said.
Drea rolled her eyes. “Please. You wouldn’t even have known they had a history if I hadn’t told you that day at the pumpkin patch.”
“In my defense, I hadn’t met Jimmy until just a couple of months ago.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Mandy interjected. “We’re just really happy for you.”
“Thanks,” I said, blushing furiously at all the attention.
TJ came to my rescue. “Should we dance?”
Our group fought through the crowd to the dancefloor, separating into smaller groups of twos and threes. Jason and Zach hit a bump and grind, just slightly awkward and off-beat, but their eyes were completely locked on each other, and I figured it wouldn’t be too long before they found somewhere a little more private.
Drea, Mandy, and Sarah danced in a small group next to the other dance instructors. They took turns trading partners, though I noticed Drea and Sarah kept coming back to each other. I wondered if there was something between them I hadn’t noticed before.
All of that slipped away when TJ pulled me against him, sliding his thigh between my legs and dipping his hips low. He reached around and grabbed a healthy handful of my ass, squeezing possessively as he swayed us back and forth to the beat. I shouldn’t have been surprised that a dancer like TJ would know how to use his hips.
I’d been to this club a handful of times, always with Steven. He thought he knew how to dance, usually blaming me for any awkwardness in our movements with some poorly veiled joke. But as I moved on the floor now with TJ, it was evident Steven didn’t know shit about how to dance.
TJ’s movements were fluid and effortless as we swayed to the music. I continued to ride his thigh, my cock thickening against the friction and pressure provided by his leg. His hand roamed down my ass, cupping and kneading as he moved lower, his grip strong as he held me against him. He bent his head forward and kissed me, the flavor of his mango seltzer mingling with the cherry of my own. We made out right there in the middle of the dancefloor, the lights and music pulsing around us, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t give a shit if we were catching anyone’s attention. I didn’t care if people saw us. Hell, half the people in this club were making out anyway.
Iwasdangerously close to coming in my pants, though, so I pulled back and turned, pressing my ass into his crotch and grinding against him. His hand went to my waist, sliding underneath my crop top while I leaned back, resting my head on his shoulder. He nibbled at my throat and rolled his hips, his erection firmly pressing into the cleft of my ass. His thumb found my nipple, and he flicked it, then pinched, causing me to suck in a breath.Fuck. I might come right here on the dancefloor anyway.
It would seem the sixty-nine we’d engaged in earlier had only served as an appetizer, and now I wantedmore.
Without warning, TJ stiffened behind me, all movement stopping. I thought for a moment he’d been the one coming on the dancefloor, but as I opened my eyes, I saw the cause of his tension. Ten feet away, toward the edge of the dancefloor, was Steven, angry eyes trained on us. He was dancing with some guy whose back was to us, but by his size, I didn’t think it was Chance or Justin. Not that it mattered. It was no longer my problem.
I felt TJ’s lips against my ear. “Do you want to leave? I’m sure Drea would understand.”
My eyes darted over to where she was dancing with Sarah, arms wrapped around each other in a way that suggested there was more than friendship between them. TJ was right, she would understand, but I’d be damned if I’d give Steven the satisfaction.
I turned back toward TJ, pulling his face down, forcing him to look at me. “Fuck him. I spent far too long giving him too much control over my life. I’m having a good time, and I’m not ready to leave.”
His eyes slid back and forth between mine. “You sure?”
“Absolutely.” I tilted my lips up for a kiss. “Let’s keep dancing.”
He smiled, placing his hands back on my hips and pulling me into him once again. “I like dancing with you. Did I tell you how hot you look tonight?”
I bit my lip, wrapping my hands around his neck and giving a playful toss of my head. “You did, but you can tell me again.” I loved being flirty with him. I loved how he responded to it. It made me feel so fucking good that I could have that effect on TJ.
“Well, let me see…” He pretended to be deep in thought. “First, I like the way these jeans highlight your ass.” He gripped it in demonstration. “I think I liked the way they looked on the floor better though.” I groaned. He moved his head forward so his lips were against my ear. “You gonna let me fuck you in that jock later?”
I pulled back so I could look into his eyes. “Is fucking on the table, Mr. We Should Take It Slow?”
“You made it pretty clear earlier that you were down. I’m done trying to dictate the pace. If you say you’re ready, then I am too.”
“Maybe weshouldget out of here then.” My smile was lewd as I slid my hand between us and gripped his dick, gratified when he sucked in a breath. His blue eyes were almost black with lust. He looked like he wanted to take me right there on the dancefloor.
“You’vegotto be kidding me with this.” Sighing, I retracted my hand, and we both turned to look at Steven, who was standing next to us, wearing a look that was somehow both smug and pissed off at the same time. “You accusemeof cheating, and here you are, practically fucking each other on the dancefloor.”
