Page 78 of I Blame the Alcohol

“Is that a promise?”

Goosebumps raise along my flesh despite the stifling heat of the room, my nipples already aching to be touched.

“Perform well tonight, Captain and you’ll see for yourself.”

I can’t see Cody from our current position, but I feel the change in his body. His fingers burn through my jeans as he brings us closer, our movements going from semi-graceful gliding to hard core grinding.

Yup, we are that couple.

“GET A ROOM!” Nico pretends to cover his eyes while Wes laughs, his own dancing getting more inappropriate by the song. I try to catch Lou’s eye to see how she is doing, but she’s too preoccupied by the rookie doing his ownMagic Mikerendition to notice.

The next song brings on a slower beat, so I turn around to enjoy the view from the front. Haphazard blue streaks line Cody’s body from neck to waist, the glowing paint doing nothing to hide the thick muscles underneath. I run my hands up his chest, smearing blue in every direction.

Cody’s eyes darken as his own hands start to wander, his fingers burning a trail over every inch of my skin.

“Would it be rude to leave soon?” My breathing hitches as Cody’s fingers gently trace the uneven edges of my scar.

He smirks, “Is there someplace you’d rather be?”

I grin, rubbing myself shamelessly against the front of his jeans, “I’d rather be someplace private so you can be inside me.”

A low growl escapes his throat, his normal brown eyes shining like a pair of obsidians.

“Let’s go.” He takes my hand before taking a step back, intertwining our fingers so we won’t get separated in the crowd.

“Wait. Let me say bye to Lou first.” Somewhere in our grinding session, we got separated from the others. Standing on my tip toes to look around, I spy Nico dancing atop the bar with a newfound dancing partner, but Wes and Lou are nowhere to be seen.

“Give me a second to text her and then we can go.”

Cody nods and follows me to one of the booths lining the far back wall. I go to sit down when a pair of legs catches my attention.

“Is that…” Cody trails off as he looks at me with wide eyes.

I bite my lip to keep from laughing, “It sure is. Hey, Lou!”

The sexy black skinny jeans I bought for my roommate disappear into the booth before Lou’s sheepish smile peeks around the corner.

“Oh, hey Stella. Sorry we disappeared like that.” Blotches of green and purple paint cover her face and I can’t hold back a laugh when Wes pops up looking equally rumpled beside her.

“Hey, Cap! Y’all heading home for the night?”

Cody coughs awkwardly into his hand, “Uh yeah. Do you guys want a ride home?”

“Nah, we’re good. Trip and I are going to hang around for a bit longer, make sure Nico doesn’t get into any trouble.” Wes grins, giving us the full force of his dimples, “Text when you get home, okay?”

“Will do.” We give them one last wave, and just like that, the couple picks up where they left off.

Our hands stay clasped together as Cody and I reach the exit door, making a mad dash for my black jeep parked across the street. Snow crunches under our feet as the bitter wind cuts straight through the thin material of my top and all but decimates Cody’s bare chest.

I crank the heat the second we scramble inside, my automatic starting system making the leather seats slightly less cold than they would have been two minutes ago.

“Fuck, that was worse than your pool” Cody shivers against the leather seats, the blue tinge of his skin blending in with the dried paint.

I laugh, reaching over to angle the vents toward him, “I think Wes and Lou figured out the trick to stay warm. Body heat.”

“Mm, I’ve never understood that.”

I shift in my seat to look at him, “What? Fooling around in public?”

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