Page 22 of Tan Lines & Trouble
She nods, but our food comes before I can reply. We dig in, both groaning in pleasure upon our first bites. Naturally, her sound of delight goes straight to my dick.
"Chet Faker," I say suddenly.
"Oh! I love him!"
"Yeah?"
"Yes! 'Into You' is one of my favorite songs."
I can't help but smirk. What a fitting song choice. "Who's your favorite?"
"Rainbow Kitten Surprise."
"Solid choice."
We continue going back and forth with our questions as we eat, and as strange as it sounds, by the time I sign the check, I know more about Blue Anderson than I do about my best friend.
As we step out of the restaurant, I take Blue's hand in mine. "Ready to dance, baby doll?"
She glances down at our clasped hands before smiling up at me from beneath her lashes. "So ready."
FIVE
Blue
The balmy night air wraps around us as we make our way to the resort's night club. It's a little after eight, but there are people swimming and at the pool bar, but it's the deep bass from the other side of the deck that has my attention.
My hips begin to sway before we're even in the line to get in. "You really like to dance, huh?" Griffin asks from behind me. His warm breath fans across my neck, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in its wake.
"I do, but my ex hated it."God, why do I keep bringing him up?
"Fuck him." Griffin wraps an arm around my waist and pulls my back flush with his front. "Lucky you, I love to dance." He swivels his hips in a fluid motion that just screams,I fuck like a God.
Lucky me indeed.
I'm on edge by the time we make it inside. My body feels electric, like it's pulsing and humming and alive with lust.
"Drinks first?" I ask Griffin.
"What?"
I stop walking and he bumps into me. I pop up onto my tippy toes and lean my head back onto his shoulder, while gesturingfor him to lean into me. "Drinks first?" I ask again, my lips nearly brushing his neck.
He stares down at me with an indecipherable look. "Lead the way baby doll."
My lips quirk up into a small grin. The first time he called me that I wanted to claw his eyes out, but now...well, let's just say it's growing on me.He's growing on me.
The more time we spend together, the more I realize Griffin's more than a pretty face. He's actually kind of amazing. And if our brief encounter this morning is anything to go on, he's definitely skilled with his hands.
"Four shots of tequila," I shout to the bartender, shaking off my melancholy.
Now's not the time to be sad; God knows I'll have plenty of time to mope once this trip is over. So, until then, I'm going to make the most of every moment.
I grab two shot glasses and pass them to Griffin before double-fisting my own. We each raise one in a silent toast before tossing them back. "God! Gross!" I cringe, but slam the second shot all the same.
Wicked flames of amusement dance in Griffin's eyes as he watches me. "Ready?"
I nod and he takes my hand, guiding me out to the center of the dance floor.
