Page 83 of Invisible String
Well, that’s a relief. I’d rather it be no one than that fuck, Andrew.
“We’ll see about that.” My hands grip hers in a gentle pull, leading her onto the dance floor.
“You’re acting beastly.”
“Just how you like me,” I retort.
“Fuck you.” Her nails dig into my wrist.
“We’ve done that, and I’d gladly do it now if you’d like. How about in the car like that one night?” I pull her to my chest, securing her tightly, eating up the space between us. She gasps, fingers brushing her back, softness underneath my fingertips. Goosebumps spread all over her. She’s warm and has the familiar closeness I missed so much. We sway to the music. “When you rode me in the backseat of my car, fogged windows, you milked me dry; you screamed my name so loud as you came on my cock, leaving your handprints on my window.” I lean close to her, my lips grazing the shell of her ear. Her heavy breaths indicate she remembers the sensation. “Relax,” I whisper to her when she goes stiff.
A handful of people dance to “This is What You Came For.”
“I never pegged you as a dancer. To my surprise, you know how to move,” she mumbles.
A tangible laugh erupts in my chest. The anger in me somewhat tames, having her in my arms. “I’m surprised myself. I had a friend teach me how to dance when we were kids. She was an excellent teacher. Dancer too.”
She frowns and peers over my shoulder. “Annette?”
“No.” I shake my head. “She used to say dancing is a cure to patch up a bad day. Whenever I or we were having a bad day, we would dance. We always erupted in giggles.”
A small, barely noticeable smile curves across her lips. “How old were you two?”
“Eleven.”
“Was she your neighbor? She sounds like a sweet girl.”
“Something like that. We kinda lived together. She was nice. She was my best friend.” The rhythm of the song picks up, and the lights start flashing in sync with the beat. Multicolored strobe lights dance across the floor and walls. I spin her around, and she gasps and lands with a thud on my chest. Temptation to lower my hands to her ass is torture.
Am I out of my comfort zone? Hell yeah, but I’m doing this for her. The whole time she was sitting with Andrew, she seemed unhappy. No smile, no glow.
Her jaw is tense. “What was her name?” She yelps when I gracefully tilt her in my arms. So close to kissing those red-stained lips. Her chest rises and falls, the dress showing the valley of her large breasts.
“Sol,” I breathe in her ear, inhaling her perfume.
Her eyes go into slits. “Do you still talk to her?” Her gaze darts around the room, avoiding my eyes. Her clenched jaw betrays her jealousy. She’s jealous of Sol. As I watch her, my heart swells with hope that maybe, just maybe, she could fall in love with me again.
“No, it’s been years.” I spin her around in my arms, then bend her at the waist. Rainey lets out a faint giggle.
Her dress, a deep silver silk, swishes and swirls around her body with each graceful step. Rainey’s cinnamon curls bounce and fly through the air as her laughter rings softly. She commands every gaze as she glides across the dance floor, hermovements fluid and electric. Each step crackles like a lightning strike.Fucking beautiful.
The song ends, and unfortunately, so does her smile. It plummets to the ground as if I had not just held her in my arms. Her hands drop to the side, and I notice a tattoo on her wrist. How did I not notice when I was holding her hand? Probably because I was too busy feeling up her body. She watches where my gaze is fixed. She covers it and rubs it, closing her eyes. Awkwardly, she steps back. I catch Andrew and her brother watching from a distance.
She sways to the side. I hold her steady. “How much did you drink?”
“Too much, apparently.”
Worry lines crease between my brows. “Let me take you home.”
“No, I’m here with Andrew. He’ll take me back.”
I’m back to being pissed. “Are you two in a relationship?” My teeth grind, waiting for her reply.
“Not that it would be any of your business. But no.”
The strain in my chest lessens a little. It doesn’t mean they are not fucking. Just the thought makes me feral. “Good.”
“Good?” She cocks her head, all cute and shit.
