Jacked (Trent Brothers #1)(146)

Erin would dance with her father.

He’d twirl her in a circle, adding his love and suave footsteps to her joyous smile and laughter. Her dad was a class act. Her mom was gracious and warm and had me envisioning how beautiful Erin would become later in life.

My mom would be beyond ecstatic. While we slow danced, she’d tell me how proud she was of me while her eyes welled with tears of happiness. I’d make sure to have tissues on hand.

Marcus would be my best man.

I squeezed Erin’s hand in mine, feeling drunk those possibilities when she lovingly brushed the edge of my jaw with her fingertips and smiled. Picturing Erin as future wife material was effortless, although the fact that I was picturing her like that at all was a bit unsettling.

Didn’t matter. As soon as I had my first opportunity, I seized it. I pushed my chair back and stood. “Come with me. I want to introduce you to someone.”

Erin placed her hand in mine, giving me her trust. I weaved us through the maze of tables and bodies, finding a corner of the wooden floor I could call my own.

I spun Erin to face me and pulled her to my chest. The cling of her gorgeous dress, the fresh citrus smell of her hair—I was lost in it all.

“I thought you were going to introduce me to someone?” She gave me that sultry look I’d come to know and enjoy so well.

I pressed her body up against mine and swayed us to the slow beat. “I am. I hope you like him.”

Her hand snaked over my shoulder, resting on the back of my neck, lightly caressing the hair under her fingers. It was ownership, which I willingly surrendered to. It also, though I know she didn’t intend for it to be that way, sent a clear message to Nikki, who was trying not to watch us from the opposite side of the dance floor. “He’s a good dancer.”

I focused on Erin’s lips. “I’ve got moves you haven’t seen yet.”

“Oh really?” Erin kissed the edge of my mouth. “I look forward to you showing me each and every one.”

The want was too much; my restraint crumbled to pieces. Her mouth tasted so damn delicious, teasing her tongue with mine was all I could think about.

“People are staring,” she whispered.

“I don’t care.” I didn’t know if it was the music, the atmosphere, or the mood of the day, but it was overpowering. “Let them.”

“Nikki is—”

“Don’t. Don’t even mention her name.” I pressed Erin closer, swaying her hips with mine. She had to know being here in my arms—there was no other woman I would rather be holding. Even my fingertips pressing into her bare back felt desperate to get that through to her. Erin tucked her face into my neck; my eyes slipped closed, enjoying the feeling her lips softly whispering out each of the words in the song.

So this is what feeling completely happy felt like.

This is what breathing easy was all about.

Those three words were there on the edge of my tongue.

I placed a soft, lingering kiss on Erin’s skin instead.

I’d have to tell her soon. It needed to be said that all of me loved all of her. Her curves, her edges, her perfect imperfections—just like the song. She needed to know that’s what was inside me, pressing on my heart.

Our bodies naturally moved together with each passing beat, separate but whole somehow, as though I was holding on to the other half of me.

The song ended, breaking into a thumping tempo, which quickly killed the mood. That was until Erin started grinding her ass into my cock. I held her hips, imagining her repeating each of her moves while I was buried deep inside her.

I didn’t need an alcohol buzz to push the rush through my veins. Erin was twice as heady and lethally potent, swirling me into a stupor. That’s it, baby. Let go.

She grabbed my ass and owned me, making me a slave to whatever she needed. The power shift flowing between us heated my blood. Her back pressed to my chest, I slid my hand up the column of her throat, taking the power back. We were surrounded by a packed dance floor and sweaty bodies, but Erin smiling shyly over her shoulder at me commanded my complete attention.

She was getting tied up tonight.

I’d pound into her so f*cking hard she’d lose consciousness. Sometime before that I’d tell her I’d fallen in love with her.

That’s it, baby. Slide on me again. Who knew all it took was a bit of Usher and that Timberlake dude pumping in the air to light my girl up.

We needed to get out of here.

I needed her naked and to be doing this dance inside her—as soon as possible.

The next song started but I towed her off the dance floor.

“They’re cutting the cake,” she said.

“Fuck the cake.” I needed the door.

“Don’t you want any dessert?”

I weaved through the tables, focused on getting my suit jacket over the back of my chair. My keys where in the pocket. “I’m having you for dessert.”

“Oh really?” She laughed.

Cherise passed us with two plates mounded with desserts and slid back into her seat at the table. She knew how to turn Marcus on. All it took was a pile of sugar and a fork.

One of the servers placed cut cake at our seats. Much to my displeasure, Erin sat down. Okay, sips of water, the taste of sweet icing flavoring that mouth of yours for me, and then we’re out of here.

I swiped a nip of icing off her slice, smeared it on her bottom lip, and licked it off while kissing her. Icing was my new favorite thing. I’d take my slice to go. “I’m hitting the men’s room. Then we’re out of here.”