Running Home to You (The Running Series) by Sweeney Suzanne

Author:Sweeney, Suzanne [Sweeney, Suzanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, Alpha Male, football, beach, sports
Published: 2014-02-13T00:00:00+00:00

As soon as Emmy hears “All Night” by Icona Pop, she jumps off her barstool and grabs Reese’s hand, leading our small group to the tightly packed dance floor in her pink sequined mini dress. “Come on, girls. This is my jam!”

Camilla gulps down what’s left of her Jack & Coke and stumbles towards the dance floor with them. She turns back, grabs my arm, and demands, “Jette, let’s go.” We stumble and giggle as we make our way through the massive crowd of moving bodies, each of us using the other for support.

As the music blares with the rhythmic beat, we dance. “Dance” may be a bit of an exaggeration. It’s more like tightly packed rhythmic sensual moving. Reese moves her hips suggestively while raking her hands up and down her thin frame, getting lots of attention from the single men here tonight. Emmy gets her share of attention, too. She moves like she doesn’t have a care in the world. “Reese,” I shout, “that hottie is totally checking you out.”

She crooks her finger to call him over. She grabs his shirt and grinds with him on the dance floor. He leans in and says something to her that I can’t hear. They go back and forth for a minute, and then Reese releases him, pushes him away, and joins our little trio again. “He was friggin’ hot, Reese, what happened?”

She shakes her head emphatically. “Pick up,” she hollers.

“He was trying to pick you up?” Camilla asks.

“No, he drives a pick up.” We all start laughing hysterically like it’s the funniest thing we’ve ever heard.

The carnal atmosphere intensifies with each song that passes. As the effects of the alcohol begin to take effect, I let go, giving into to the beat of the music. I sway to the rhythmic pulsing and pounding, releasing the stress and strain of the past few weeks.

“You’re beautiful,” someone yells by my ear.

It is a lie, no doubt. The sweat is now beading on my temples and on the back of my neck, my hair clumping together from the damp perspiration. I don’t care, I’m not here looking for men tonight.

I smile at the dark-haired young man, close my eyes, and imagine he’s someone else, the only man I really want to dance with. As we dance together, he places his hands on my hips, matching his moves to mine.

Emmy weaves herself between us, breaking us apart, and forcing the mystery man to take a step back. “Step off, sweetie. It’s ladies’ night. No boys allowed.” My new friend laughs and turns, having little difficulty locating a new dance partner.

The longer we stay on the dance floor, the hotter we get. Despite the small lightweight dress I chose for tonight, I can feel the sweat drip down the open back. The gyrating bodies and thumping bass are making the temperature rise with each song that passes.

I need another drink to cool off. I make a drinking motion with my hand and the girls all point to the ground, indicating that they’re staying put.

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