“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Seriously. Piper is a nice girl. She’s sweet. I like her.”
“So I can’t have sweet?”
“You can have whatever you want, and you always do. I’m just saying, be nice to this girl.”
I grin at him. “I always give them what they want, Greg.”
Without another word, I turned and walked over to the dance floor. I waded in past the old ladies and the drunk husbands and the kids doing kicks and spins, past the priest that had one too many, past the uncle that looked like he was about to have a heart attack, and stopped near Piper.
She was gorgeous as hell. I couldn’t stop thinking about that. Except suddenly, Greg’s warning rang through my ears. She was a nice girl, and I was supposed to be nice to her.
But as soon as she looked at me, I knew she wasn’t a nice girl. Maybe for everyone else, but Piper was something else underneath all those cute smiles. I got up close to her and she didn’t resist as we began to dance together, lost in the crush of people, the mass of movement.
She ground her hips against mine, shaking her ass. I put my hands on her, feeling the smoothness of her dress and the curves underneath it. I gripped her and pulled her closer, wanting her to feel my hard cock as we moved together. She looked into my eyes and I saw that same look there from earlier, the pure lust and need. She turned and began to work her ass against me as I moved my hips along with hers.
It was fucking intoxicating, the way she danced. It was practically sex. Nobody seemed to notice or care, since it was later in the night and everyone was drunk, but I was practically fucking astonished. I’d been with plenty of girls in my life all over the world, and I’d danced with plenty of them, but never before did a woman’s body drive me so fucking crazy. Piper had a way of moving that just pushed me past whatever normal comfortable mindset I existed in and made me into something more intense, something more primal.
My new animal side wanted to throw her against a wall, pin her arms behind her back, and fuck her until she screamed my name. I didn’t care how many old ladies saw me. I needed to ravish this girl, and ravish her until she couldn’t stand. I could practically feel my pulse in my cock as we continued to dance.
And then the song was over. She put her hand against my cheek, gave me this weird smile, and then jetted out of there.
I stood for a second, shocked. One moment Piper was there, grinding against me, and the next she was gone. I watched as she disappeared through the crowd.
What the fuck just happened? I was practically ready to take her outside and fuck her by the water, but instead she ran off. I knew she was feeling the same way, her fucking ass couldn’t lie to me. The way she was shaking it against me was practically sex.
I moved to go after her, but suddenly Grandma Lincoln stood in my way. Lauren’s grandmother was a sweet old lady, and she sure as fuck could talk.
She said something about the ceremony, and I smiled and nodded. Grandma Lincoln continued on, and I couldn’t hear a word she was fucking saying, but I smiled and nodded because I was raised right. Maybe I killed men on the battlefield, maybe I did worse, but I didn’t disrespect little old ladies. That was a line I wouldn’t cross.
Precious minutes passed and I felt like I was going to explode. Grandma Lincoln was finally torn away by some distant relative who gave me a knowing smile as she dragged the old cock-block off. I quickly headed off the dance floor, but I lost sight of Piper.
It’d been ten minutes, and she was gone. I had no clue where the girl had gone as I quickly walked through the room looking for her.
Finally, I found her out in the hall, away from the music. She was standing with a drink in her hand, pinned up against a potted plant by one of Greg’s idiot cousins. I thought his name might be Vinny, but it was hard to keep them straight.
I moved toward them and caught wind of their conversation.
“. . . Get it?” Vinny asked, loud and drunk. “You’re fucking single and hot. I’m single and hot. We should do something about that.”
“Uh, no thanks,” Piper said. “You’re drunk.”
“I’m drunk, you’re drunk. Everyone is drunk. I’m just saying, I’ve seen you on the TV. You’re fucking smokin’, you know that? Fuckin’ smokin’. I’d love to test that out, you know what I mean?”
He was standing way too close, talking way too loudly, and he was practically spitting with every word. I could see the disgust and the fear growing on Piper’s face.
I walked over there quickly.
“Piper,” I said.
Relief washed over her face. “Oh, hey Gates.”