Stepbrother Dearest(47)

“I know what you mean.”

Mine felt particularly good.

“Do you need to dry your hair?”

“Yeah. Just give me a minute.”

I went to the bathroom and ran the blow dryer through it as swiftly as I could and then put it into a quick updo.

When I reentered the room, Elec had turned on ESPN and was lying flat on the bed with his hands resting behind his head. His shirt had ridden up, teasing me with a glimpse of one of the shamrock tattoos on his abs. It became clear to me that pleasuring myself in the shower had done nothing to resolve my “issues.” The sooner we could get out of this room, the better.

“I’m ready.”

He hopped up and turned the television off. I followed him out as the door clicked behind us.

“You clean up nice,” he said as we entered the elevator. “I like your hair up like that.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. It’s how you were wearing it the night when I first met you.”

“I’m surprised you remembered that.”

A feeling of nostalgia came over me when I thought about waiting for him at the window that first night. I had no idea what kind of adventure I was in for with Elec.

“You were so innocent at first. You were just trying to be sweet to me, and I was such a prick.”

“You were. But I grew to like that about you.”

“When I wasn’t making you cry?”

“I had my moments of taking you too seriously, but overall, your jabs were fun. I don’t look back on any of it negatively.”

“You were a little bit of a masochist. That sort of screwed up my evil plan pretty early on.”

“Well, you weren’t exactly as mean as you wanted me to believe you were.”

“And it turned out you weren’t that innocent.”

Our sexual tension-filled trip down memory lane came to an end as soon as we arrived at the line into Roxy’s. We entered the confines of the dark nightclub, and Elec disappeared into the flashing strobe lights to fetch us some drinks.

The bass of the music vibrated through me as I rocked back and forth trying to get into the mood while I waited.

When he returned with his beer and my drink, I couldn’t take the first sip fast enough. My throat felt frozen from the crushed ice of the daiquiri. We stood on the second level, looking down at the swarms of people on the dance floor as we sipped our drinks. Alcohol was going to be my best friend tonight. I didn’t want to get totally sloshed but hoped that it would help me forget about tomorrow.

A good buzz was starting to develop just as I felt Elec’s firm grip on my wrist.

“Come on.” His fingertips grazed the small of my back as he led me down the stairs.

I should have expected that he might drag me on to the dance floor. What I absolutely couldn’t have predicted was how phenomenal of a dancer he was.

The eyes of several of the women in the club followed his every move as I discovered for the first time that my stepbrother could dance his ass off.

Who knew?

Although, should it really have surprised me that someone who could f*ck like Elec could also move his body just as well in other ways?

I felt for those women. We all had one thing in common. We all wanted a piece of him, and none of us would be getting any.

Seriously. His movements were like those of a stripper, but this was even more of a tease because you knew he wouldn’t be taking his clothes off.

It was truly like an erotic show: the way he moved his hips, the way his ass swayed to the music, the way his tongue glided slowly along his lip ring as he got lost in the rhythm.

Imagine you’re watching Magic Mike, and the DVD gets stuck on repeat right before the first strip scene starts. That was watching Elec dance.

I moved my body to the music alongside him, but he never put his hands on me while we were dancing together.

At one point, his hot breath tickled my ear as he leaned into me. “I’m gonna find a bathroom. Stay here where I can locate you.”

After Elec left me alone, a man wearing a pink collared shirt started to dance with me. He began to speak loudly through the music as he asked me questions to which I gave him one-word answers.

A few minutes later, I felt an arm wrap around my waist from behind. The addicting smell of Elec’s skin identified him right away, so I didn’t resist when he pulled me back. After I turned around to face him, his eyes peered into mine with a warning look. He couldn’t say anything about my dancing with the man because that would have been inappropriate given his own situation. He had no right to stop me from dancing with someone. Yet, he knew he could get away with it because of the tunnel vision effect he had on me.

A flashback of Elec’s texts to me the night of my date with Corey all those years ago came to mind.

“You don’t even like him.”

“How would you know that?”

“Because you like me.”

Once Elec got me far enough away from the guy, he let go of me. We were back to dancing to the fast-paced music and after another round of drinks, it became even easier to get lost in the mood. In the span of an hour, we never stopped dancing. Even though we weren’t touching, Elec’s eyes were fixed on mine a lot. The room was starting to sway a little, and that was an indicator that perhaps it was time to stop imbibing.

Suddenly, the music changed to the first slow song of the night. An alarm went off in my mind. This couldn’t happen. I nudged my head for him to follow me off the dance floor. I started to walk off and felt his hand on mine. I stopped and turned to him.