Unexpected Gift(34)

She spins back around and walks closer to us, encroaching on our space. The man, who looks like a prep from an ivy league school, trails behind her like a puppy dog. Poor guy. He has it bad for the pretty biker chick.

“Having fun?” she shouts over the music, but still, I can hardly hear her.

I spin the blonde around, wrapping my arms around her. “Yeah, I’m having a great time,” I yell back. “You?”

“Oh, I’m having so much fun and it is about to get so much better,” she says.

“Kenna! We should get shots!” The blonde keeps her ass against my pelvis as she leans over and places her hands on Kenna’s shoulders.

I pull her back toward my chest. “You know Kenna?”

“Know her? She is basically my sister! How do you know Kenna?” my sexy dance partner replies.

I glance toward Kenna and cock my head. “Mutual friend. I didn’t know Kenna was close to anyone else. Molly would flip out with best friend jealousy if she knew this!” I yell into her ear, hoping she can hear me over the music.

“What? No. I’m—” She turns around and steps back, staring at me with eyes the size of saucers—completely horrified.

“Molly,” we say at the same time, staring at each other. The music fades in the background and time seems to stand still at the reality of what just happened.

I dirty danced on my best friend’s sister.

We both turn to Kenna, who is bent over laughing and holding her stomach. Molly turns to me, running her eyes from my hair to my feet, pausing at the bulge in my pants. She starts shaking her head.

Hell, I don’t know what to do either. I just spent the better half of the last hour dancing with a woman who ignited every cell in my body. A part of me wished my partner was Molly, but now that it is? I don’t know what to do.

“You have got to be kidding me. You knew about this, Kenna? You didn’t do anything!” Molly screams over the noise, but it still sounds low like a whisper.

Kenna rolls her eyes and grabs Molly and me by the wrists. She glares at the pretty boy. “Sorry, fun is over. See you around.” She drags us toward the bar, elbowing people out of her way. She pulls out a few stools, makes us sit down, then sits between us.

She signals the bartender, who is shirtless….are you kidding me? What bartender, tends shirtless?

“Hey, you’re back.” He puts his elbows on the counter and leans in closer to Molly. “What can I get you? You want that sex on the beach?”

“Excuse me?” I ask, lifting a brow at Molly. My hands curled into fists on my legs, wanting to throttle the half-naked guy behind the bar. He wants Molly.

And that is a big problem for me.

“It’s a drink, Casanova. Hold your horses,” she says as she narrows her eyes at me with pure disinterest. It’s almost borderline hate.

No, she doesn’t hate me. The way we dance together can never be hate. That is more. I don’t know what, but it is more.

“Friend of yours?” he asks Molly, shaking her drink. I don’t miss how her eyes linger for a minute on his chest before looking up at his face.

She slides her eyes toward me. “Yeah, just a friend.”

Just a friend. I scoff internally. She knows as well as I do that we are beyond friends. I might not have a clue as to what we are, but there is no ignoring whatever this is between us. Sooner or later, it will explode, and we will crash against one another if we keep fighting it.

“When I get off, do you want to hang out? Maybe we can go get a light bite to eat?”

I snort at his weak attempt in asking her out. “Where’s your shirt? Are you going to take her to a strip club?”

“Seriously, Caden?” Molly hisses.

“Oh, this is Caden?” the bartender sounds surprised.

I give Molly a perplexed stare, feeling a bit smug. “Talking about me, are you?”

“Okay, I’m just going to leave this drink here and come back later.”

“You do that, shirtless.” I snarl at the guy.

Kenna slams her fist on the bar gaining our attention. We rip our fuming, fire-fueled gazes from one another. “The both of you need to shut up. Caden, hottie bartender only knows about you because of me, not Molly. It doesn’t give you the right to interfere with her night. If she wants to hang out with hottie bartender, then let her. You guys are moving in together only because of an arrangement her brother wanted. You guys aren’t bound to one another.”

But we are, in some way. We are.

“I didn’t tell either of you that you were dancing with the enemy because honestly? It is so fun to watch both of you get so bent out of shape. And over what? I don’t understand what you all have to fight about all the time. I mean is it so bad to admit that you are attracted to one another? Because let me tell you, you guys were burning a hole in the floor out there. Your dancing was so hot.”

Fuck ya, it was. Feeling her against me was the hottest damn thing I have ever felt.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Molly snatches her purse from the bar and jumps off the stool, stomping toward the door.

I take her drink from the bar, down it, and decide to go after her. Just what in the world had Brandon been thinking? This is a fucking mess.

Kenna grabs my arm and shakes her head. “Don’t. Going after her will just make her angrier. She needs time to cool down.”