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“Wow, you sure pissed in her Cheerios,” Allison comments, once the woman is out of earshot. Russell grins, nodding. Allison angles toward him. “Why did you turn her down? I figured an unattached guy like you would jump on an offer like that.” Russell looks at her, with a stunned expression.

“Another time, I might have taken her up on it,” Russell answers, with surprising honesty, “but I have found something much better to occupy my time.” Russell holds her gaze, conveying so much with his eyes and calm demeanor.Allison stares at him with wide eyes.

“Unless, you’ve changed your mind?” His face falls as if he just considered Allison might not want to continue what they’d started in her room. Her face flushes with the memories of him between her thighs.

“No, I haven’t changed my mind,” Allison whispers softly, leaning closer, so only he can hear her, licking her lips. Russell’s grin widens, lighting up his gorgeous eyes. She shivers from head to toes, an intense wave of desire washing over her. Iwonder how soon we could leave without drawing attention to ourselves.

Seeming to have read her mind, Russell stands, holding out his hand to her. Allison’s eyebrows disappear into her hairline at his bold move. She feels as if everyone at the table is watching them. “Um, what are you doing?” she questions. Her wide eyes darting around to see who all has noticed.

“Dance with me?” Russell’s deep voice rolls over her, creating an eruption of goosebumps over her skin. Allison lifts her gaze to his, seeing desire swirling around in them. She places her hand in his, allowing him to assist her to stand. He leads her out onto a small dance floor near their table.

An older country song, Thomas Rhett’s,Get me some of that,begins to play. Russell pulls her into his embrace. Allison’s hands land on Russell’s strong shoulders. His hands on her hips. She grins wondering how her aunts and cousins will react to the song’s lyrics. Russell begins to move her around the dance floor, keeping a respectable distance between them, much to her disappointment.

“I’d love to pull you closer,” Russell murmurs, leaning his upper body closer so she can hear him over the music. “Feel your sweet body rubbing against mine, but I don’t want to cause your aunts to have a coronary.” Allison bursts out a laugh so loud everyone in the vicinity turns to look at them.

“They would likely run out here to pull us apart,” she smirks up at him. “I’m actually surprised they haven’t already intervened.” She looks to see Aunt Jenny watching them closely. Movement in her peripheral catches her attention. Emma and Curtis along with Straw and Abigail are moving onto the dance floor.

Allison steps closer to Russell. He gives her a look of approval, pulling her into him. His breath ghosts her ear when he begins to sing along. She could get lost for hours in his arms while he sings. The song ends much too soon. She expects him to lead her back to the table, but he doesn’t, even though the next song is a more upbeat dancing tune.

“Just one more?” Russell asks with a grin, reminding her of their first kiss.

“Caveman,” Allison coos, smiling so big her cheeks hurt.

They spend the next several songs dancing and laughing. Allison can’t remember when she’s enjoyed herself so much. Eventually, he leads her back to their table. The blonde waitress is glaring at them, but Allison couldn’t care less. Russell doesn’t even notice. He seems to only have eyes for her, which cracks the shell she’s built up around her heart over the years.

“You guys seem to be having a blast,” Emma comments when they’ve reclaimed their seats. “I’m glad you are getting along so well. I wasn’t sure how pairing up complete strangers would work out, but it seems I’m a master at couple matching.” Emma is grinning proudly. Curtis snorts beside her, earning himself a sharp look, but the woman could never really be upset with him or him with her for that matter.

Allison is pleased for Emma. She deserves to have the love of a good man and Curtis seems to be that man. Although Allison hasn’t witnessed it firsthand, from everything she’s heard from Emma, the man dotes on her like she’s a queen.

What would it be like to have someone love her that way?Her gaze drifts to Russell, who is looking thoughtful, himself. She needs to stop allowing her mind wander like this. She doesn’t want to be hurt, again.

11

WORM

Worm is listening to Emma and Wallace’s interactions. Even when they aren’t in complete agreement, they still get along so well. Worm is a bit envious of their close relationship, which had come out of nowhere. Worm shakes his head remembering how the couple had met.

Wallace had overheard Emma and her best friend, Susie Beth talking in a grocery store. The man had become enamored with her, even though he didn’t meet her that day. Luckily for Wallace, a buddy of his, who is a personal trainer, had needed Wallace to fill in for him a couple weeks later. Low and behold, Emma had been his client. Destiny had paved the wave for Wallace to find his siren, and it had been love at first sight for both of them.

Worm glances at Allison.Could that ever happen to me…to us?Since he first laid eyes on her, his mind has been drifting to things it shouldn’t. He needs to get laid. He’s been without too long. Yes, it’s time he takes Allison to bed and gets her out of his system.

“It’s been a long day,” Worm announces to those sitting around the table. “I’m going to head up. Would you like me to walk you to your room?” Worm stands, looking down at Allison. Smiling up at him, her cheeks flush. Her eyes say she knows exactly what he thinks is going to happen when they get up to her room.

“Sure, I’m beat.” He holds out his hand. Allison places her hand in his, letting him help her to her feet. They say their good-nights to everyone and head for the elevator. The second the doors close them inside, Worm turns to Allison, need coursing through him. He backs her into the wall. She squeals when he grips her hips.

Lowering his head, he devours her mouth. Allison gives as good as she gets, sucking on his tongue, which puts erotic images into his mind. Ones with Allison’s hot mouth wrapped around his cock.

The elevator dings announcing their arrival to their floor. “Damn sugar, you are fucking amazing with that mouth,” Worm murmurs, pulling himself away long enough to lead her from the elevator. “Can’t wait to have that mouth on my cock.”

Allison makes an appreciative sound. They reach her room quickly, heading inside. Worm wastes no time getting Allison’s dress off over her head. “Fuck!” he exclaims seeing her standing before him in only her bra and thigh holster. She hadn’t been wearing panties the whole time they’d been at dinner.

It’s a damn good thing he hadn’t known that or they wouldn’t have made it through dinner, much less all the dancing they’d done. His hands slide up her thigh, to release the Velcro on her holster, her skin pebbling under his touch. He drops the holster, gun and all, onto the bedside table.

He urges her toward the bed that is still in disarray from their earlier activities. She reaches behind her, unclasping her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Worm has every intention of making her come on his tongue again before sinking himself into her sweet heat.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Allison declares when he pushes her onto the bed, spreading her thighs. “It’s my turn.” She grabs the clasp of his dress pants. “I want to see you,” she says in a breathy whisper, which makes his painful erection harder.

In seconds, she has made short work of the zipper, pushing his pants down over his hips. Worm grits his teeth to keep from coming when his cock springs free, slapping his abdomen. “Mmmm,” Allison hums. Her eyes roaming over the length of his cock. She slides off the bed, sinking to the floor at his feet.

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