“So, Micaela, huh?” Alec nods toward the woman I can’t take my eyes off of. I don’t know him that well since he’s a good five or so years younger than me and lives here in LA, but we’ve hung out on a couple occasions with our families, and he seems like a good guy. The entire time the women are dancing, he’s either been dancing with them, or watching them, making sure they aren’t bothered by any assholes.
“We’re just friends,” I grunt out.
“Yeah, okay.” He chuckles. “I don’t know what you did this week with her, but she’s looking pretty damn close to her old self.”
“She did it herself. I was just there.”
I feel Alec’s gaze on me, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t take my eyes off Micaela. I’m transfixed by the way her body moves. My dick doesn’t understand that she’s off-limits. Hooking up with her would be a huge mistake, not only because she’s younger but because she’s finally moving forward and deserves more than a one-night stand. And if we got together, that’s all it could be.
“Damn, man, you have it bad.” Alec pats my shoulder. “I get it, though. Try being in love with a woman for years and knowing all you can ever be is friends.”
“Years?” I reluctantly peel my eyes from Micaela to look at Alec.
“Years,” he repeats, shaking his head.
I’ve only been around Micaela for a little over a week. Years of being around her and not being able to be with her would fucking kill me.
“Why haven’t you gone after her?”
“First, the timing was off. When I realized that my feelings for her were more than friendly, she was still in high school. My parents were high school sweethearts and grew apart. Ended in divorce.”
Makes sense. I’m not the same person I was ten years ago.
“And now?”
“I’m scared shitless.” His eyes lock on the women in the corner of the dance floor. We’re in VIP, so they’ve formed their own little private dance party. Micaela’s arms are up in the air, her hips swaying to the beat of the music. Lexi’s dancing behind her with her hands on Micaela’s hips, her ass moving in sync to Micaela’s. Georgia is facing Micaela, a huge smile on her face. One of the girls must say something because she throws her head back in a laugh then wraps her arms around Micaela’s neck.
“Scared of what?”
“Of not being enough. Of not loving her the way she needs. Of destroying our friendship. She’s everything to me and the thought of losing her… fuck.”
“Does she know?”
“Nah.” He laughs humorlessly. “She holds my fucking heart in the palm of her hand and has no damn clue.”
With a final shot, he heads over to the girls. Georgia and Lexi both flock to him, but Micaela backs up, her eyes swinging over to me.
She curls her finger, beckoning me over. I shake my head, and she nods. When I don’t move, she juts her bottom lip out, reminding me of when I sucked on that same lip. She tasted sweet like sugar, fucking addicting. I’ve been craving her ever since.
Some asshole notices she’s now alone and saddles up behind her, his hand landing on her hip. Her eyes widen in shock, but before she can even turn around to dance with him—or reject him—I’m in front of her, pulling her out of his grip and into my arms.
“So, that’s all it takes to get you to touch me?” she yells over the music, snaking her arms around my neck. “Some strange guy wanting to dance with me?” Her body, which is now flush with mine, grinds against my front. Her perky tits rub against my chest, and her warmth hits my cock. And that little bit of resolve I was barely hanging on to, snaps. Gripping her nape, I crash my mouth down onto hers. My tongue pushes past her parted lips, and the taste of vodka overtakes my senses. She moans into my mouth, and I reach down, lifting her up. Her legs snake around my torso and I walk us off the dance floor.
I find a dark hallway and push her up against the wall, my mouth never leaving hers. With passion I’ve never felt before, I devour her mouth before I move to her neck, sucking and kissing her salty flesh. She moans in pleasure, rubbing her center against my stomach.
“Ryan, please,” she slurs. “I want you.”
Her words snap me out of my trance, and I let go of her, dropping her to the ground.
She’s been drinking all night. She’s drunk. And twenty. And deserves more than a drunken hook-up.
“What are you doing?” she whines, stepping forward and pawing at me. “Ryan, please.”
“It’s late and you’re drunk. Let’s get you home.”
She pouts, but I ignore it, wrapping my arm around her to help her walk out. She congratulates Alec on his promotion, gives Lexi and Georgia a hug and a kiss, and then we head back to the beach house. Since I only had a couple beers I’m good to drive.