by Rye Hart
“A dance?” she asked. “There’s a dance tonight?”
“There is. The family’s wanting to have one. Do you have any plans for the evenin’?”
“I don’t. Is that an invitation?” she asked.
“Well, since you’re doing so well on your job thus far, I was thinkin’ I could take you out to dinner to celebrate. But that look in your eye tells me you wanna dance.”
“I always want to dance,” she said with a smile.
“Then dancin’ it is. Now come here, lemme show ya what to do next with this ticket.”
I walked her through how to send a disputed reservation to the website before she got back out to the front desk. I looked out at her occasionally to see how she was doing, and if she wasn’t dealing with a guest, she was cleaning up her station or organizing the computer in front of her. She really was a massive help, and I was excited about her coming to the party that night.
Maybe that meant I’d be able to steal a dance or two from her.
Her shift ended around six, and she went home to prepare for the dance. I was running around, trying to usher the DJ in and show him where to set up. The kitchen had all sorts of delicious aromas wafting from it, and the bartender was busy cleaning glasses. I made sure to thank everyone for staying late when they didn’t have it on their calendar and told them all there would be a bump on their next paycheck for it.
Everyone had been dancing for fifteen minutes before Katie showed up, and she looked better than ever. She was wearing her boots and her curls bounced around her face. Her dangling earrings matched her blue and yellow dress and her red lips stood out from her creamy complexion. I waved her over and held out a beer for her, and she came walking toward me, a huge smile on her face.
“That for me?” she asked.
“Always. Have a seat,” I said. “You look breathtaking, doll.”
“Thanks,” she said. “Did you not go home and change?”
“Do I not look good?”
“It’s not that. I just figured you’d get some time to get off your feet for a bit?”
“I’ve been sitting at my desk all day. I’m perfectly fine,” I said.
“You know what this reminds me of?”
“Your birthday party,” I said with a grin.
“Man, that thing was awesome. Is it weird to still want to thank you for that?”
“Maybe a bit. But I’m glad it made that kind of an impression on you.”
“It did. There were a lot of things you did that made an impression.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Like your cooking. The first time I ever tasted it, I was floored. You should’ve been a chef.”
“Cooking is how I release stress.”
“That and women,” she said with a grin.
“That and women,” I said. “Cooking gives me full control of what happens. If I screw it up, it’s on me. I can measure out the seasonings and control the heat. It’s good for me.”
“Having control relaxes you?” she asked.
“It doesn’t for you?”
“Not at all. Letting go and just experiencing things is relaxing for me.”
“Guess we make a good pair then,” I said with a smirk.
She looked up at me as I threw the rest of my beer back. I could feel her eyes on my face, studying me like I had been studying her not long ago. I knew what she was thinking. I knew where her mind was going. It was going back to the exact place it had all those years ago. I watched her neck tint with a flush out of the corner of my eye. If she was trying to hide it, she was doing a terrible job of it.
Which meant I got to have a look at the effect I had on her.
“You want another beer? Or you want to dance a bit?” I asked.
“I’d love to dance,” Katie said. “Come on. Let’s go.”
I took her hand and pulled her to the floor just as everyone was gathering for a line dance. I stood beside her and held her hand within mine, quietly walking her through the steps to the next song. She watched my feet and mimicked my movements, then the song came on and away we went.
And the dance was fantastic.
Her summer dress was swirling around her legs, and her boots were ticking along the hardwood flooring. She kept her hand in mine, holding it tightly to steady herself. The smile that bloomed on her face lit up her eyes, and her skin sparkled with the strobing of the lights. Katie was having a blast, and I was having a blast alongside her.
Just like I’d had all those years ago.
We danced through four songs before we took a drink break. We slung back two more beers, then went to sweat it off on the dance floor. We went back and forth like that for two solid hours. Drinking and sweating and dancing. We went from line dancing to slow dancing, and there were even a few songs where her hips started grinding against mine.
And the drunker I got, the harder my cock became.
My brothers got to sneak in a few dances, but she always came back to me. My arm would wrap around her waist, and I’d grind to the beat of the song with her, feeling how she pressed back into me. My nose would travel the length of her neck, and her hands would reach back for my hair. She was an intoxicating woman, and as the party wound down, I could feel the sweat dripping down my back.
“I’m gonna need a shower after this,” Katie said.
“You and me both.”
“Why’s everyone leavin’?” she asked.
“‘Cause it’s almost midnight.”
“I think we’re the only two left.”
“That a problem?” I asked.
“I think it is for the DJ. I’m sure he doesn’t want to keep playing music for two people.”
“I’m payin’ him a great deal of money. He can do one last song.”
I signaled for the DJ to slow down the song as the kitchen and the bar started shutting down. I wrapped my arms around Katie and pulled her close, our bodies clinging to one another on account of all the beer we’d had. She was giggling, and her eyes were lit up with joy. I missed seeing her like this. I hadn’t seen her this happy in years.
And all while she was in my arms.
“Truth or dare?” she asked.
“What?”
“Truth or dare?”
“You wanna play this now?” I asked.
“Come on. Pick one. Truth or dare?”
“Fine. Truth.”
“I heard from a certain someone you’re looking to settle down with a woman. That true?” she asked.
“Ah, Caleb. I see the two of you talked more than just shop a couple of nights ago.”
“Maybe. You know how persuasive I can be,” she said.
“That I do. And I’m not sure. I feel like I am. The one-night stands are gettin’ old.”
“Too much sex for the old man to handle?” she asked.
“Not too much. But it is gettin’ hard to remember all their names,” I said with a grin.
“Oh, you’re bad.”
“You know it, doll. Your turn. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“How are you feelin’ after everythin’ that’s happened?”
“Everyone keeps askin’ me that,” she said.
“It’s a valid question. You stopped a weddin’. That takes a toll on someone.”
“I feel relieved. And with every piece that falls into place, I know I made the right decision. Michael was right for me at one time, but we ran our course years ago. He wasn’t my forever man. Just my right then man,” she said.
“Makes sense.”
“Your turn. Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” I said.
“You got a crush on someone right now?” she asked.
“Why?”
“I’m the one askin’ the questions here, mister. Now answer.”
“Yes, I do have a crush on someone.”
“Who is it?” she asked.
“That’s two questions,” I said with a grin. “Your turn.”
“Truth.”
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“Do we really need to keep askin’ each other ‘truth or dare’ if neither of us is gonna pick dare?”
“Nope.”
“Then answer me this. You got a crush on anyone right now?”
“Hey. No throwbacks,” she said.
“You didn’t specify that, doll. Now answer the question.”
“I think so,” she said. “It’s more of a lingering idea that never really went away.”
“One of those crushes that just always is but you never thought you'd get a chance at it?” I asked.
“Yep.”
“It’s your turn to ask a question.”
I watched her eyes flutter up to mine as the music stopped. The DJ started packing up, but her body stayed pressed against mine. My hand splayed across her back as the other came up to cradle her head. I could see her eyes flickering between mine and my lips, and everything inside of me wanted to kiss her.
I was getting a second chance, and I wasn’t going to squander it.
“You got a crush on me?” Katie asked breathlessly.
I dipped my nose to hers, nuzzling it close as her breath pulsed against my lips.
“Always,” I said in a whisper.
CHAPTER 14
KATIE
My breath hitched in my throat as that word hit my ears. Always? Dylan had always had a crush on me? I felt his lips brush against mine and electricity shot down my back. His hands were pulling me into him, and I allowed myself to let go and enjoy the moment in front of me. This was it. This was what should’ve happened at my eighteenth birthday party. Just like Dylan should’ve been the man to take me that night, he was the man that would sweep me off my feet now. Our lips connected and I melted into him, feeling his strong arms encompass the whole of me as my knees gave way.
I could taste the beer on his breath, and I tried to convince myself it was just the alcohol. There was no way another one of the Lee brothers wanted to enjoy me this way. I’d always known about Wyatt. None of that shocked me. Especially with what happened between the two of us at prom. But Dylan? The smooth, collected, suit-wearing, sophisticated cook? The man who only did one-night stands and never committed himself to anything but his business?
Could I really allow myself to believe he wanted me that way?
He scooped me off my feet and started moving us from the dance floor. My tongue slid between his lips, and I moaned, tasting the beer and cheese on the tip of his tongue. He carried me into the corner and sat me down onto something, and it wasn’t until his lips began traveling down my neck that I recognized where I was.
The bar.
I was sitting on top of the bar.
His hands were removing my clothes. Sliding the straps of my dress down my arms. His lips were nimble and soft, grazing down my neck as his teeth nipped at my skin. He pulled my breasts free from my dress as his hands wrapped around me, searching for the zipper. I allowed him to free my body from its barriers in the darkness that shrouded us. The empty ballroom was ours for the taking, and with every kiss he pressed against my tits, I groaned.
His hand pressed into my chest as he continued to kiss down my body. He hiked up his hip and sat down in one of the bar chairs, my body spread out for him like a decadent platter. His hands massaged my thighs, spreading my legs for him before he worked my panties off my legs.
Then, I felt his lips descend to my pussy.
“Shit. Dylan. Someone’s gonna—we’re—”
“No one will see you like this. I’ll make sure of that,” he said.
His tongue lapped up my slit, gathering my juices. He was sitting there, comfortable and collected as his tongue dove between my folds. I was completely bared for him, his hands pressing my legs wide. He was dominant in his strokes. Each movement he made had a purpose. I looked up to watch him and found him staring at me.
The pleasure coursing through my veins was too much.
He bent my legs toward my chest, pinning me to the bar. I couldn't move, and I could barely breathe. My vision was tunneling as his tongue pressed deep into my clit. He was flicking and sucking, and I could feel my juices dripping. My hands wrapped around the edge of the bar, trying to gain any leverage I could as my back arched off the surface.
I came onto his tongue, a white-hot burst of pleasure as stars blinded my eyes.
He slowly released my legs as I caught my breath. Holy shit. Dylan had just made me come. My world was spinning, and my body felt lighter than air. My legs were trembling and felt like jelly. But before I could lean up, I felt Dylan pull me off the edge of the bar.
I sat in his bare lap, his cock thumping against his stomach as our foreheads fell together.
His hands traveled my body as his pants sat down around his ankles. His palms were massaging my tits as my eyes roamed along his naked legs. His cock was pulsing with want, dripping from its tip and begging for my body. I leaned my lips forward and kissed Dylan, feeling the way my body gravitated toward him.
I wanted to have sex with him.
I wanted to feel Dylan inside of me.
“Should I get us a condom, doll?”
“No,” I said. “I’m on that shot thing. I’m good. Unless you want to use one. Then be my guest.”
“A shot’s good enough for me,” he said.
His hands grabbed my hips and picked me up as if I weighed nothing. He lowered me down onto his cock, his thick dick pushing into my pussy. I clung to his shoulders as he lowered me back to his lap, his body controlling mine as I screwed my eyes shut. Fuck. Dylan was huge. His girth threatened to stretch me in ways I’d never been before, and I was panting as my body descended back down to his again.
Dylan gave me a moment to adjust, his body tensed and ready for action the moment I said go.
“Okay,” I said breathlessly. “I’m ready.”
Dylan picked my body up again and slid me back down onto his lap. I ran my fingers through his hair, loving every second of his body. He set a slow and steady pace, slicking his cock with my juices as he fucked me. His hands were strong, and his fingertips were buried into my skin. My head fell into the crook of his neck, moaning and whimpering as he grazed against that beautiful spot inside my body.
But then he held me up and shifted before turning me around.
“Dylan?”
“Bend over, doll. Let me feel every part of you.”
He stood to his feet as my chest pressed into the bar. My feet didn’t quite touch the floor, but that didn’t seem to be an issue for him. He slid back into my dripping pussy and held onto my legs, then fucked me so hard I could hear our skin slapping together.
“Dylan. Shit. Oh, my. Fuck. That feels so good. Keep going. Keep going. Harder. Please. Harder!”
His pace was relentless. I could feel his balls slapping against my clit as he held my weight in his arms. His cock throbbed and grew against my walls, curling my toes and forcing my eyes into the back of my head. The fire that fluttered through my veins was all-encompassing. My head was spinning with euphoria as I rocked against the bar. My legs jolted, and my pussy clamped harder onto his cock, pulling him deeper as his body pressed against mine.
He rolled into me, his juicy cock filling me all the way up. His lips kissed down my back and lined my shoulder with nips. His teeth grazed along the edge of my shoulder blade as his name fell from my lips. His grunts and his groans were intoxicating. I could feel our sweat intermingling as my body readied for its explosion. My juices were dripping down his balls as they continued their assault against my clit, and soon my nails were curling into the hardwood bar as I called out his name.
“Dylan! Yes! I’m coming. It’s—I—oh, shit.”
He slammed into me one last time and stilled, his dick painting my walls with his arousal. I could feel it filling my pussy, dripping out with each pump that overfilled my body. I collapsed onto the bar, feeling him drop to me as his hands slid down my arms. We were caught up in climaxes as his hands found mine, our fingers lacing together as he pinned me to the bar.
It felt right to be underneath him.
It felt right to be in Dylan’s arms.
We panted as the smell of our sex swirled around the bar. He nuzzled my neck, sending goosebumps ricocheting down my back. He slid his cock from between my legs, sending our mixed fluids running down my leg.
“Let me get you something for that,” he said. “Hold on.”
He helped steady me on my feet. I gathered up my clothes and pulled my dress over my head, then felt something cool and wet against my hand. I looked down and saw the washcloth Dylan was handing me, but I also saw the way his fingers reached for mine.
The way his body still wanted to touch me.
“I’ve always wanted to do that with you, Katie.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Oh yes. For a long time now. But that? That was—”
I looked up at him, taking the washcloth from his hand.
“That was better than I’d ever imagined it could be.”
“I feel the same way, Dylan.”
I smiled up at him before I rose to my toes and gave him one last kiss. Then I turned to the bar and started cleaning it off. I bent down and cleaned up the mess we’d made below our bodies, but before I could clean my leg, he took the rag from me.
“Let me help,” Dylan said.
I watched him kneel before me as he took my leg in his hands. The cool washrag ran up my leg, catching the mess we’d left behind. One of his hands held the rag steady while the other slid up my leg, keeping me steady as he approached my thighs. I trembled as his eyes connected with mine, watching me closely as he slid the rag over my pussy folds.
I jolted as he grazed my clit again, a shit-eating grin crossing his cheeks.
“There,” he said. “All clean.”
“Thanks,” I said breathlessly.
“Now, as far as you drivin’, it’s not happenin’ tonight. You can stay in one of the empty guest rooms on the second floor. Let me go look in the system and find you one.”
“I’m sure I’m fine to—”
“Not on my watch, Katie,” he said firmly. “It’ll only take me two seconds. Stay here.”
