Page 81 of Disturbed Lucidity

“Please, Mouth.” She pouted.

Knowing damn well the fucker wouldn’t back down, I swallowed the last of my beer before standing. “Come on, Ivy. I’ll teach you.”

Ivy stood stock still as she gaped openly at me.

Mouth grinned, shaking his head. “You stepped in it now, Barbie.”

“Um...,” she hemmed and hawed. “I changed my mind. I don’t wanna.”

“Too fucking bad. Let’s go,” I ordered, pointing to the spot in front of me.

The brothers rushed to move tables out of the way as Ivy slowly moved around the bar to stand in front of me.

Fumbling with her fingers, she whispered, “You don’t have to do this. It was just a stupid idea. I thought it would be fun.”

“Not stupid,” I said reaching for her hand, yanking her closer to me while I wrapped my other arm around her waist.

Looking up, I saw Frost grin when he pushed play on the stereo system and the sounds of Billy Currington’s “Must Be Doin’ Something Right” played through the speakers. “Just follow my lead.”

The second I moved, Ivy’s head went down, watching her feet as I moved her about the floor. The woman was determined not to make a mistake. Could have told her that dancing was a learning experience, if she would just look up at me.

Annoyed, I growled, “Ivy.”

Her head whipped up. “Yeah.”

“You are supposed to be looking at me.”

“I don’t want to step on your feet.”

“You won’t, if you just relax.”

“I can’t. I don’t want to mess up.”

“This is not a damn test, woman. It’s just a dance.”

“I know.” She smiled, looking back down at her feet.

Groaning, I stopped and took a step back. “Dancing is about trust. Trust that you know your partner will guide you around the floor. You need to relax and let me do my job.”

“But what if I step on your foot?”

“Then you step on my foot. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“I just want it to be perfect. I’ve never danced before.”

“Maybe she needs something slower.” Saint smirked. “You know, break her in easy.”

“And I know the perfect song.” Logic smiled wickedly as he walked over and searched for what he was looking for. “All right, Ivy. Just follow Luc’s lead and don’t look away from him.”

The woman huffed. “Fine, but if I break his toes, it’s on you.”

Grumbling, I pulled the woman to me when Elvis Presley’s, “Can’t Help Falling in Love” blared through the sound system.

This time, Ivy never once looked away.

Holding her tight, I slowly swayed with her around the floor and soon found myself lost in her pale sterling silver eyes as the words to the song swept me away. She truly was a beautiful woman, and when her hand tightened in mine, I pulled her closer and gradually lowered my head and finally kissed her for the first time.

However, when she didn’t respond, I pulled away.

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