of the bottle to her in offering.
“No thanks, I can’t drink that shit. My dad loves it, though.”
“Cool.”
“Yeah, umm … ”
I took another swig of my beer and stared at her, expectantly.
“Miles, listen, I want you to know I didn’t invite Justin. He’s Teresa’s cousin, and when she told him we were coming here he decided to crash.”
“You don’t owe me an explanation.” I shrugged, trying to hide how annoyed I was.
“You’re right, I don’t. But I wanted to make it clear I’m not one for drama. That it wasn’t like I invited you out with me knowing my ex was going to be around.”
Noelle was so cool and easy going. She got along with everyone. The thought of her being into drama hadn’t crossed my mind. I told her as much .
If her smile was any indication, she was happy to hear that. “Good. Now come on. You didn’t get a chance to meet everyone before you stormed off.”
I spluttered on my drink, embarrassed as hell she caught that. I would deny that shit to the death. “I didn’t storm off. I went to get you a drink.”
“Conveniently after shooting my brother dirty looks.” She had that wide-eyed, sexy, and victorious smug-as-shit look, again.
I neither confirmed nor denied said dirty looks and let her lead me to the table.
When we got back to where everyone was hanging out and dancing, I met the rest of her friends and her stepbrother, Sean. He was cool as fuck and my source of entertainment whenever Noelle was off with her girls.
“So how do you know Noelle?” Justin plopped down next to me .
I was ready to give him a dick-headed answer but stopped when I saw the look in his eyes. I had worn that same look a few months ago when I got dropped like a bad habit. He was devastated but trying to keep up his bravado.
“You should ask her that.” I nodded in the direction of the dance floor and took a pull from my beer.
“I did. She says you’re her new boyfriend.”
My drink went down the wrong pipe.
“She’s lying.” He laughed over the sound of my coughing. Fucking asshole. “I’m not surprised, but it’s whatever. I’ll let her play her games for now and give her the space she asked for. She’ll be back. They always come back.”
My empathy evaporated into thin air.
He was right; she was lying, but that didn’t mean I was OK with him calling her out on it. I sure as fuck didn’t appreciate his cocky attitude, either. Pissed and determined, I chugged the rest of my drink and strode to the dance floor.
Noelle must have had her reasons to lie to this guy, and it wasn’t my place to question her. Regardless, her goal was crystal clear, and the plan was simple. She wanted to keep Justin away. So, as her date tonight—if that’s what I was—it was my job to help her accomplish that.
I risked life and limb to get in the middle of the dancing girls. Thankfully, they let me into the pack.
“You having fun?” I pulled Noelle to me when the song ended and the other girls moved on.
She nodded, pulling my ear to her mouth. She didn’t quite reach, though, and I shivered when her lips brushed against the side of my neck. “Yeah, thanks for coming.”
“Do you come here a lot? You’re pretty popular.”
She laughed and nodded again. “Corey spins here a lot, so we always come out.”
“Ah, OK.”
At some point, the music changed to a slower tempo. Noelle and I were practically fucking on the dance floor. Her right leg was hitched over my hip, our foreheads glued together, and our bodies moved in tandem to the music.
The thumping bass matched the beat of my heart. It took a lot of restraint not to suggest going into the bathroom or a dark corner.
Because my hard-on was raging and Noelle was moving against me as though she were trying to make me come in my pants, I warned her, “Keep grinding on me like that, and we’ll have a problem.”
“It’s after midnight!”
“OK?” What did that have to do with her grinding on me?
“Technically,
“No thanks, I can’t drink that shit. My dad loves it, though.”
“Cool.”
“Yeah, umm … ”
I took another swig of my beer and stared at her, expectantly.
“Miles, listen, I want you to know I didn’t invite Justin. He’s Teresa’s cousin, and when she told him we were coming here he decided to crash.”
“You don’t owe me an explanation.” I shrugged, trying to hide how annoyed I was.
“You’re right, I don’t. But I wanted to make it clear I’m not one for drama. That it wasn’t like I invited you out with me knowing my ex was going to be around.”
Noelle was so cool and easy going. She got along with everyone. The thought of her being into drama hadn’t crossed my mind. I told her as much .
If her smile was any indication, she was happy to hear that. “Good. Now come on. You didn’t get a chance to meet everyone before you stormed off.”
I spluttered on my drink, embarrassed as hell she caught that. I would deny that shit to the death. “I didn’t storm off. I went to get you a drink.”
“Conveniently after shooting my brother dirty looks.” She had that wide-eyed, sexy, and victorious smug-as-shit look, again.
I neither confirmed nor denied said dirty looks and let her lead me to the table.
When we got back to where everyone was hanging out and dancing, I met the rest of her friends and her stepbrother, Sean. He was cool as fuck and my source of entertainment whenever Noelle was off with her girls.
“So how do you know Noelle?” Justin plopped down next to me .
I was ready to give him a dick-headed answer but stopped when I saw the look in his eyes. I had worn that same look a few months ago when I got dropped like a bad habit. He was devastated but trying to keep up his bravado.
“You should ask her that.” I nodded in the direction of the dance floor and took a pull from my beer.
“I did. She says you’re her new boyfriend.”
My drink went down the wrong pipe.
“She’s lying.” He laughed over the sound of my coughing. Fucking asshole. “I’m not surprised, but it’s whatever. I’ll let her play her games for now and give her the space she asked for. She’ll be back. They always come back.”
My empathy evaporated into thin air.
He was right; she was lying, but that didn’t mean I was OK with him calling her out on it. I sure as fuck didn’t appreciate his cocky attitude, either. Pissed and determined, I chugged the rest of my drink and strode to the dance floor.
Noelle must have had her reasons to lie to this guy, and it wasn’t my place to question her. Regardless, her goal was crystal clear, and the plan was simple. She wanted to keep Justin away. So, as her date tonight—if that’s what I was—it was my job to help her accomplish that.
I risked life and limb to get in the middle of the dancing girls. Thankfully, they let me into the pack.
“You having fun?” I pulled Noelle to me when the song ended and the other girls moved on.
She nodded, pulling my ear to her mouth. She didn’t quite reach, though, and I shivered when her lips brushed against the side of my neck. “Yeah, thanks for coming.”
“Do you come here a lot? You’re pretty popular.”
She laughed and nodded again. “Corey spins here a lot, so we always come out.”
“Ah, OK.”
At some point, the music changed to a slower tempo. Noelle and I were practically fucking on the dance floor. Her right leg was hitched over my hip, our foreheads glued together, and our bodies moved in tandem to the music.
The thumping bass matched the beat of my heart. It took a lot of restraint not to suggest going into the bathroom or a dark corner.
Because my hard-on was raging and Noelle was moving against me as though she were trying to make me come in my pants, I warned her, “Keep grinding on me like that, and we’ll have a problem.”
“It’s after midnight!”
“OK?” What did that have to do with her grinding on me?
“Technically,
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