Goodbye to You by AJ Matthews

Author:AJ Matthews [Matthews, AJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Publisher: Colbert Creative LLC
Published: 2015-04-07T04:00:00+00:00

I didn’t think people line danced anymore, except at weddings, but Thea and other patrons are shooting holes in my assumptions.

The dancers turn and stomp, rattling the floorboards. They clap to the beat, turn again, and then all the ladies stop in place and shake their hips at the singer’s request.

Her top molds to her curves, her breasts shimmying in time to the music. I cover my eyes, not sure how much longer I can take the torture of watching her move, knowing how hot she is underneath the thin layers of clothing.

Good grief. If this song doesn’t end soon, she’ll keep shaking what her mama gave her, and I’ll pass out from lack of oxygen to the brain.

Because all the blood flows to my groin, giving me the stiffest erection I’ve ever had.

This “taking things slow” might not last past tonight if that’s what she wants.

I can’t wait anymore. The six weeks since I’d last touched her smooth naked skin were like a lifetime, and I never want to go that long again.

If I could dance, I’d join her on the creaky boards, press against her lush bottom, and whisper in her ear what I’d do to her later . . .

“What are you going to do when you get her home?”

Hattie.

Crap. I’d been mumbling my thoughts. They weren’t just in my head.

“He-hey, Miss Hattie. Nothing.” I grab my beer bottle and take a long swig of the smooth local craft beer. “Can I get another?”

She squints her eyes before nodding and walking off. People scrutinize me when Thea’s around.

She’s loved, and her friends want to protect her.

I understand because I want to protect her too.

I wasn’t sure I could ever relax enough to let this kind of love in.

Hattie sets another beer on the table, grabbing my empty bottle.

The song ends, and Thea slides back into the booth, laughing. She’s flushed and glowing, heat emanating from her body from the exertion of dancing. Her straightened hair is frizzing again, wisps curling around her heart-shaped face and framing her enchanting blue eyes.

She’s never been prettier.

As Thea sits, another server approaches the table, arms laden with dishes of buttery, gooey, greasy goodness. He sets the food on the table. Food? More like heart attacks on plates.

Mac and cheese with a crusted top, greens swimming in liquid gold, breaded meat, fried okra, and biscuits. Lots of biscuits.

I can’t come here too much or else I’ll start packing on the pounds.

I shake my head and grab a paper napkin to wipe the sweat trickling down my neck. The air is comfortable, and I’ve endured worse in Key West in the middle of summer. When Thea’s around, though, the temperature climbs to sweltering-rainforest level.

We finish off the food, and I’m stuffed. Against my better judgment, I order my fourth beer. A sense of calm sinks into my bones.

Hattie returns and smiles when she sees Thea curled into my side. “Good here?”

Thea sits up, and I miss her warmth immediately.

She rubs her stomach. “Yes, Mama Hattie.

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