back and grins, and I smile back. He has the same charming smile as his older brother. It's easy to see how Brian landed Jenna so easily if they're anything alike.
"You too!" I almost shout it back, since I can't get my mouth as close to his ear as he can to mine. He laughs and I realize what I've said. "I mean, you look great in your tux, even with it half off by now." He's long since discarded the jacket and tie, and is just wearing the pants, shirt, and vest with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He's been dancing for a while, so I can imagine that he's gotten too warm for the full tux.
His eyes glint with mischief at my mention of him being half out of his tux, but the music changes before he can say anything. This song is a little faster with a strong bass beat. He spins me around so my back is to his front, his hands still on my hips, and starts us moving in time to the music in a slow grind. Nothing raunchy, just sexy. After a moment I realize that I can feel his erection pressing into my back just above the crack of my ass where our bodies are connected. Why hello, Connor, Jr.
I'm just starting to get into this dance, thinking that it's too bad that Connor lives halfway across the country, when the warmth of him pressed against me is suddenly gone. I almost stumble from the abruptness of his departure.
"What the hell, man?" I whip around to see Connor pushing Adam's hand off his shoulder.
Adam shrugs. "I'm cutting in."
Connor reaches for my hand. "Then ask nicely or wait your turn. Grab me like that again and I'll break your hand. I don't care if you are my brother's best friend."
I can see Adam's jaw clenching, but he ignores Connor and turns to me. "C'mon, Amy. We need to talk."
Both men are looking at me expectantly. Connor's still holding my hand, tugging a little to get me to join him on the dance floor again. Adam's face is blank except for the muscle in his jaw bulging rhythmically. I can tell he's pissed, and I probably do owe him an explanation for bailing last night and not returning the messages he left on my room phone. I guess I can be grateful he waited until after Brian and Jenna left to have it out with me.
I sigh, wanting to avoid having this turn into a dick swinging contest between the two of them. I squeeze Connor's hand once before letting go. I go up on tiptoe and lean in close to his ear to make myself heard. "I do need to talk to him. Thanks for the dance."
His blue eyes search my face, making sure I'm okay with going off with an obviously angry Adam. "Okay. Find me when you're done if you want to dance some more."
I smile and nod and he drops a kiss on my cheek before heading off in search of another dance partner. I turn to see Adam, his golden eyes glittering dangerously until Connor is swallowed up by the rest of the dancers. Shaking my head at his behavior, I start walking toward the bar.
Adam catches up to me. "Where are you going? I thought you agreed to talk."
I cast him a quick glance. "I did. I just have a feeling I'll need a drink for this talk."
He starts to order two glasses of wine once we get to the bar, but I cut him off. "Whisky, neat." I can feel Adam's eyes on me, but I ignore him while I wait for my drink.
Once we both have our drinks I lead us over to a table in a corner away from the majority of people. It's further away from the speakers by the dance floor, so it's easier to talk and be heard, and we're far enough away that people aren't likely to overhear or interrupt.
I sit down, taking a sip of my whisky, relishing the burn in my throat as I swallow. I don't often go for hard liquor, but this seems like a situation that calls for it.
Adam hovers near the table, glancing around before directing his attention at me. "I thought we could go somewhere a little more private."
I shake my head, and reach down to take off my shoes. "My feet hurt and I want to sit down. And I think a less private place might be a better idea for us, all
"You too!" I almost shout it back, since I can't get my mouth as close to his ear as he can to mine. He laughs and I realize what I've said. "I mean, you look great in your tux, even with it half off by now." He's long since discarded the jacket and tie, and is just wearing the pants, shirt, and vest with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He's been dancing for a while, so I can imagine that he's gotten too warm for the full tux.
His eyes glint with mischief at my mention of him being half out of his tux, but the music changes before he can say anything. This song is a little faster with a strong bass beat. He spins me around so my back is to his front, his hands still on my hips, and starts us moving in time to the music in a slow grind. Nothing raunchy, just sexy. After a moment I realize that I can feel his erection pressing into my back just above the crack of my ass where our bodies are connected. Why hello, Connor, Jr.
I'm just starting to get into this dance, thinking that it's too bad that Connor lives halfway across the country, when the warmth of him pressed against me is suddenly gone. I almost stumble from the abruptness of his departure.
"What the hell, man?" I whip around to see Connor pushing Adam's hand off his shoulder.
Adam shrugs. "I'm cutting in."
Connor reaches for my hand. "Then ask nicely or wait your turn. Grab me like that again and I'll break your hand. I don't care if you are my brother's best friend."
I can see Adam's jaw clenching, but he ignores Connor and turns to me. "C'mon, Amy. We need to talk."
Both men are looking at me expectantly. Connor's still holding my hand, tugging a little to get me to join him on the dance floor again. Adam's face is blank except for the muscle in his jaw bulging rhythmically. I can tell he's pissed, and I probably do owe him an explanation for bailing last night and not returning the messages he left on my room phone. I guess I can be grateful he waited until after Brian and Jenna left to have it out with me.
I sigh, wanting to avoid having this turn into a dick swinging contest between the two of them. I squeeze Connor's hand once before letting go. I go up on tiptoe and lean in close to his ear to make myself heard. "I do need to talk to him. Thanks for the dance."
His blue eyes search my face, making sure I'm okay with going off with an obviously angry Adam. "Okay. Find me when you're done if you want to dance some more."
I smile and nod and he drops a kiss on my cheek before heading off in search of another dance partner. I turn to see Adam, his golden eyes glittering dangerously until Connor is swallowed up by the rest of the dancers. Shaking my head at his behavior, I start walking toward the bar.
Adam catches up to me. "Where are you going? I thought you agreed to talk."
I cast him a quick glance. "I did. I just have a feeling I'll need a drink for this talk."
He starts to order two glasses of wine once we get to the bar, but I cut him off. "Whisky, neat." I can feel Adam's eyes on me, but I ignore him while I wait for my drink.
Once we both have our drinks I lead us over to a table in a corner away from the majority of people. It's further away from the speakers by the dance floor, so it's easier to talk and be heard, and we're far enough away that people aren't likely to overhear or interrupt.
I sit down, taking a sip of my whisky, relishing the burn in my throat as I swallow. I don't often go for hard liquor, but this seems like a situation that calls for it.
Adam hovers near the table, glancing around before directing his attention at me. "I thought we could go somewhere a little more private."
I shake my head, and reach down to take off my shoes. "My feet hurt and I want to sit down. And I think a less private place might be a better idea for us, all
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