Page 65 of Rival Summer

Her laugh was low, seductive. “I’m just dancing," she teased, as she continued to move against me.

I groaned in response, my fingers tightening even further as I cupped her ass, pulling her harder against me. She let out a moan of pleasure, her body trembling as she grinded against my growing bulge.

I wanted to rip her dress off and take her right there on the dance floor. Instead, I continued running my hands over every inch of her body that I could reach, exploring the curves and valleys of her form.

The heat between us felt like it could have burned the place down, and as she turned to face me again, our eyes locked, and I saw the desire in her eyes, and it mirrored my own.

I swept her off her feet, then, hooking her leg around my waist as I lifted her effortlessly. She gasped, her body pressed against mine, heat radiating through our clothes as I held her, I lowered her back down slowly, my hands gliding up her body, relishing every inch of her soft skin along the way. I could feel her nipples hardening through her thin dress, and I knew she was just as turned on as I was.

"Oh my gosh, look at them!" Chandler exclaimed, eyes wide. I turned to look at what she’d spotted, what had pulled us out of the moment. "Willow has Parker line dancing! We have to go see!"

I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. I rearranged myself, trying to hide my erection before I let her tug me forward, weaving through the crowd that had gathered around Willow and Parker. As we made our way closer, I grabbed my beer from the table where I'd left it.

"Look at him go!" Chandler beamed, leaning back against the edge of the booth. Her amusement lit up her eyes. Those eyes were alive with the kind of warmth that drew people to her, a natural magnetism that made her the center of any room she entered.

Willow's laughter rang out above the music as she guided Parker through the dance steps, her arm locked in his. She moved with easy grace, her blonde hair swaying with each step. Parker gave it his all, trying his best to be a good sport despite his two left feet.

His foot caught on hers, and he stumbled backward, barely catching himself before taking a tumble. Chandler laughed so hard she cried.

"Love that goofy grin on his face when he’s with her," I said once I caught my breath, watching as Parker shook off his near-fall with another burst of laughter.

Chandler let out a long sigh. "I know. They'd be such a cute couple." Her gaze lingered on the pair, soft and thoughtful.

Parker swaggered back to the booth, a grin still plastered on his face as he reclaimed his drink, condensation beading down the glass. Willow trailed behind him, her cheeks flushed with laughter.

"Man, if I wasn't balls-deep into baseball, I think I'd make a fine cowboy," Parker said, tilting his beer back to drink.

I cocked an eyebrow and smirked. "Really? You do realize cowboys do more than just look pretty. There's actual work involved."

He snickered, leaning back against the booth. "Who said anything about work? I'm talking about riding my horse shirtless, maybe sporting nothing but a cowboy hat, rounding up all the ladies."

"Because that's exactly what being a cowboy is," I shot back, sarcastically.

TWENTY-ONE

chandler

"I love coming back with you,"Boston said, putting his arm around me as we entered the hotel room. The door clicked shut behind us, sealing us in our private sanctuary for the evening.

"I have to admit, this little getaway has been pretty fun." I said, trying to hide my nerves. I twisted the lock and took a deep breath, still facing the door.

My heart raced, the reality of the situation sinking in. Tonight, I could lose my virginity to my brother's best friend—someone who’d always been a constant presence in my life, but never in this way. This was Boston, the boy who had been the epitome of my childhood dreams—the reason my younger self believed in love. There was no hesitation in my mind; there was no one better than him.

Boston's shadow fell over the dimly lit room as his hand reached to draw the curtains closed with a gentle swish.

"Come here." His voice was gentle, and I could practically feel his blue eyes on my back.

When I closed the space between us he cupped my chin, tilting my head to meet his gaze. "You're always the mostbeautiful girl in any room," he whispered, "but tonight you took my breath away."

"Really? I didn’t think I could pull this dress off." The response escaped my lips before I could catch it, despite the sincerity in his expression.

"You pulled it off a little too well." The affirmation was soft but fierce, and then, without another moment wasted, he leaned in.

His lips crashed into mine. When our lips met, all my nervous thoughts were swept away. It was a kiss wrapped in years of hidden desire. Our tongues danced together to the same rhythm only we knew. His taste was intoxicating. My fingers curled into his hair, tugging him closer while his hands roamed my back, tracing the delicate outlines of my dress.

His hands moved to my waist, pulling me into him as the kiss grew more intense. My own hands found their way up his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles beneath his shirt. The sensation of his heart pounding in time with mine sent a thrill through my veins.

I moaned, arching my back into his touch. He responded by lifting me effortlessly in the air. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. In one fluid motion, he lowered us onto the bed, our lips never parting.

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