***Reagan***
Ithrewmyarm around Charlie’s neck and jumped to the beat of the song. I didn’t know it, but I liked how fun it was. Every time I moved, my breasts rubbed against Charlie’s chest, and between the alcohol and the devil-may-care attitude I’d adopted, I quickly decided I really liked it. I leaned in closer and my lips brushed his ear while I tried to whisper to him.
“You’re a really great dancer!”
Charlie, who’d thrown back a Lunar Eclipse after I’d started talking about his dimples, grinned at me. Those same dimples showed themselves and I realized that I wanted to stick my tongue in them. “I’m a shit dancer. You’re just too drunk to notice.”
I pressed my body fully against his and held his gaze. “I like the way you dance.”
He gripped my waist and eased my hips away from his. “Your brother is pretty distracted but I don’t think he’d respond well to me dancing that close to you.”
At that moment, I saw Theo walking towards us and tapped Charlie on the tip of his nose. “Fine. You go worry about my brother. I’ll dance with Theo.”
Before he could object, I spun into Theo’s chest. Theo’s arm wrapped around my waist instantly and he dropped his mouth to my ear. “You’re going to start a fight if you don’t ease up, Reagan. Is that what you want?”
I twisted around and ground my ass against him, letting the bulge in his pants direct my aim. Leaning my head back on his chest, I lifted my arms and tangled my hands behind me in his hair. “I don’t want to start a fight. I just want to have fun.”
His body moved with mine, swaying in a way that filled my head with thoughts of stretching out under him and begging for more. “And are you? Having fun?”
I saw August watching us and a soft moan escaped my lips. I knew Theo heard it by the way his arm tightened around my stomach and his breath stuttered against my neck. I forced myself to pull away from Theo and face him, with more space between us. I wanted to let go and have fun, and no matter what my drunk brain said, sleeping with Theo was too much letting go.
I smiled up at him, dancing with an innocent amount of space between our bodies. “I am having fun. The only thing that would make it better is if there were ice cream and the DJ played ‘The Cupid Shuffle.’”
He laughed and caught my hand, easily spinning me out and then back into his chest. “Do you still like cookies and cream with gummy bears added in?”
I licked my lips and nodded. “I’m a chef now and I’m supposed to have a refined palette, but oh, my god, yes.”
“What if I told you that Bertha’s Creamery is open until eleven?”
“Are you serious?” I stopped dancing and planted my hands on his chest. I was too weak to not notice the muscles under my palms, but I did my best to pretend I wasn’t drooling over them. “If you’re messing with me, I’ll take you down, right here.”
August stepped up to us and stared down at me with a curious look on his face. “Can I cut in?”
“I was just telling Reagan about Bertha’s being open. She threatened to take me out if I wasn’t being honest. I suggest you watch your step with her.” Theo spun me into August’s arms and stepped in close behind me before moving away. Having their body heat on both my front and back short-circuited my brain momentarily. “We’ll get ice cream later tonight if you still want.”
August smiled. “If you’re still standing.”
“I’ll be standing and wanting.” I didn’t stop to think about how it sounded. I didn’t care. “We should invite Charlie, too. Ice cream is meant to be shared.”
“We’ll invite Charlie, too.” August nodded to Theo, whose body heat faded away. “Should we invite Russ and Lisa?”
I giggled as he dipped me and then pulled me tighter into his chest. My heart raced and I stared into his deep green eyes, getting lost in them. I sank my teeth into my lip as I thought about what he was asking. It was rude to not invite them. I knew that I just didn’t want to, though. I selfishly wanted the guys to myself for a bit. “Um… I think they’re going home to do stuff.”
August’s normally stern face stretched into a broad grin as he laughed. A lock of his hair fell into his eyes and he absently pushed it back before resting that hand on my hip. “Of course. Stuff.”
The music changed to ‘The Cupid Shuffle’ suddenly and I screamed like the drunk woman I was. I caught August’s hand as he tried to leave the dance floor and pulled him with me to the front, where people were already lining up to dance.
“I don’t dance, Reagan.”
I held his hand tight and wiggled my hips at him. “You were just dancing. I’m not letting you escape this.”
He groaned and narrowed his eyes as he watched me. “That was swaying. This is synchronized. I don’t do synchronized unless it involves guns.”
I moved in front of him and gripped both of his arms. Forcing him to do the moves with me, I led him through the steps, laughing all the while. Our bodies bumped together; I stepped on his feet; we even headbutted once. But by the time the song was over, we were both laughing and I was having a blast.
August pulled me into his side with his arm over my shoulders, a big grin on his face. “You’re a dictator. I think I saw Theo filming that and I’ve gotta tell you, Reagan, it wasn’t graceful, what we just did.”
I stretched up on my tip toes and kissed his cheek. “We can do plenty of other things gracefully. That was a beauty of its own style.”