I can’t stop watching her, and she looks like she’s in her element, without a care in the world. Her eyes are closed, but even though they’re dancing, her back to his front, she’s leaving about a half an inch of space between them.
“Hey, isn’t that—” Jace starts to say when Kale cuts him off.
“Oh damn, I didn’t even realize who it was. That’s Charlie. I used to never see her out, but after she called her engagement off, she’s started getting out a lot more. She’s a nice girl,” Kale says absentmindedly as he checks out the girls at the table next to us.
“You know her?” I ask him, wondering how he knows her, feeling jealous that both Jace and Kale seem to get the nice, sweet side of her at all times.
“Yeah, she helped me out with all my G.I. Bill stuff when I first transferred to Ft. Campbell. You guys haven’t seen her at the boxing gym? She’s there a couple of times a week, and I like sparring with her. She’s got great technique, and it helps that she’s hot has hell. I’ve got a good thing going with one of her friends…” He trails off, looking around the room, and I’m wondering why I’ve never seen her at the gym. Obviously I haven’t been since I’ve been back, and before I always went late in the evening. We must’ve never crossed paths. Kale spots someone and gets up from the table. “Excuse me, fellas and Lexi, but I have a lady waiting for me,” he says, grinning as he heads back out to dance.
Jace and Lexi get up to join him, and Jace shoots me a look. “I’m good, man. Go ahead.”
He nods, and I can’t help but laugh as he crutches to the edge of the floor and tries to dance with Lexi. It’s more of him standing there holding himself up while she dances against him.
Turning away, I look around to find Charlie again. I spot her just in time to see the douche she’s dancing with put his hands on her hips and pull her into him as he grinds into her ass. Gritting my teeth, I start to look away when I see her push away from him, only for him to pull her back.
Before I can even think about what I’m doing, I’m downing my beer and crossing to the dance floor. Right as I’m getting to where she is, she turns around and shoves the guy, and he stumbles slightly. I have a feeling he’s had a little too much tonight, and he’s not getting that she isn’t joking. He’s about to reach for her again when I grab her arm and pull her into my chest. She wasn’t expecting it, so she smashes into me, causing a sharp pain to shoot through my ribs, but I can take it.
She looks up into my eyes and they widen with surprise when she realizes who’s grabbed her.
“Hey, babe. I thought you were going to save a dance for me?” I ask her, giving her a wink, indicating for her to play along.
Her hands fall flat on my chest and slide up until they’re wrapped around my neck. She’s taller than the girls I usually go for, and in her heels she’s only a couple of inches shorter than me. It’s just another abnormality when it comes to her, because I always enjoyed the feel of a tiny, petite body, but I’m finding that I like how she fits in my arms while she’s pressed up against me, our thighs, hips, torsos touching intimately.
“I was just biding my time until you got here, babe,” she says, making her cute, Southern drawl just a little more pronounced than normal. The guy she was dancing with backs away, mumbling something that sounds like “my bad,” and he gets swallowed up in the crowd. Her arms are still around my neck as a slow country song comes on. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her into me, and we slowly begin to move slowly with the music. I don’t know if she’s doing this for that douche’s benefit or because she actually wants to be close to me, but right now, I don’t care. She feels so good in my arms, and I pull her in closer, my arms squeezing just a little tighter. When she settles the side of her head against my chest, a wave of vanilla washes over me, and I can’t help but inhale, knowing I’ll never think of vanilla the same way again.
The song ends and she pulls back, looking up at me as the song ends. “Thanks, Knox. Trust me, I could’ve taken care of him, but you made it a little easier,” she tells me, smiling up at me, and I think it’s the first genuine smile I’ve gotten from her since the night she introduced herself.
“No problem, sweetheart. It’s the least I can do since you’ve seen me naked,” I tease, but her smile falters as she clenches her teeth.
“God, you’re such an ass. Can you just say ‘you’re welcome’ like a normal human being?” she asks as she stops moving and unhooks her arms from around my neck.
I catch her wrists and let her hands slide down my chest the same way she slid them up. “You’re welcome. For both rescuing you and letting you see me naked.” I grin down at her, and I can see her trying to suppress a smile. Grabbing her hand, I pull her off the dance floor back towards our table. I can see that Jace and Lexi have returned, so as soon as we get them, I make the introductions between the girls.
I’m not surprised when they start chatting like old friends. Jace and I just shake our heads at each other as they start a friendly argument over Alabama and Ohio State football. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing right now, because bringing her over here and introducing her to my best friend and his girl feels a little like relationship territory. But I push the thought out of my head, telling myself that it just makes sense since Charlie will be around for a while. There’s nothing wrong with being friendly, right? If only I could tell my dick that’s all we’re going to be.
Chapter 10
Charlie
LEXI TATE is one of the sweetest girls I’ve met, and although her taste in football teams is suspect, I’m having such a good time getting to know her. I came here with Lucy, but she’s been on the dance floor with Kale, her on-again, off-again hook-up, for most of the night, and I won’t begrudge her for that. She’s got things she’s working through, and I’ll support her no matter what.
I was shocked when Knox came up and ‘rescued’ me, as he put it, but in reality, he rescued the dick I was dancing with. He was about to get a knee to the groin when Knox approached, but I allowed him to play the knight in shining armor just to stroke his ego—not that he needs it.
Of course he had to bring up my seeing him naked. As if I haven’t pictured it every night since then. I have to smile at the thought that Lucy hasn’t heard any bedtime crying late at night, and I’m really hoping that she’s been too busy to hear the light buzzing since I’ve been unable to get the images of him hot, wet, and naked out of my mind. I never understood the term spank bank until now. But holy smokes, Knox Wellington has made me a millionaire where that’s concerned.
His knee brushes against mine, and I’m pulled from my thoughts. He smiles at me, a real genuine smile, and I can’t help but get lost in his green eyes and his perfect white teeth that are usually covered by full lips just begging to be kissed. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the images of him in the shower, but I’m fighting an internal battle, wanting to lean in and taste him and wanting to retreat at the same time.
Fortunately, a waitress interrupts the war in my mind, and I quickly order more to drink. Lucy’s supposed to be the DD tonight, and with all the dancing she’s doing, I know she’s not drinking, so I’m going to enjoy myself and let loose for the first time in a long time.