Page 51 of Good Time Boyfriend
Other people were dancing around us, but most people had eyes for the way Heath glided across the dance floor, me in his arms.
Me. His girlfriend.
How the hell had this happened? I wasn’t quite sure, but I was really afraid if I wasn’t careful, I was going to lose it all.
So, I would just cling to it. Because it wasn’t a lie anymore. This wasn’t fake.
This wasn’t just a good time.
And that worried me more than anything.
“What is that look on your face?”
I shook my head and brought myself back to the present, grateful that he could lead so well I hadn’t had to pay attention. “Where did you learn to dance like this?” I asked instead, not answering his question.
He let that slide, thankfully, and shrugged as the song changed. “One of the only good things my dad ever taught me was that to get girls, you needed to learn how to dance. So, all of us guys learned how to dance.” He gestured over my shoulder, and I turned to see both Luca and August dancing with women I didn’t know. They moved just like Heath, confident, with a grace that belied their size.
I looked back to Heath. “Well, I’m pretty sure you’re getting the girl tonight.” I winked as I said it, enjoying the way his eyes lit up.
“Damn straight.” He crushed his mouth to mine. Someone cheered and Ace punched him on the shoulder.
“Hey, stop stealing the spotlight.”
“Okay, I can kiss your girl too.”
“I don’t think so,” Ace growled, even though his eyes were filled with laughter.
Heath shrugged, put both hands on Ace’s cheeks, and kissed him.
I whistled and bumped Grace’s shoulder as we clapped.
“Feel better?” Heath asked.
Ace fanned himself. “I feel like my heart’s all atwitter. Thankfully I have my wife here to protect me.” He held out his hands to Grace. “My fucking wife.”
“We’re going to get that tattooed on me somewhere, aren’t we?” she asked with a laugh.
“Damn straight.”
He pulled her into a heart-pounding kiss.
We danced more, and I was spun around the floor by Luca and August, and eventually Ace.
Everybody was having so much fun, this felt right.
By the time we got back to my place, I was exhausted but exhilarated.
Heath’s mouth was on mine, and I leaned into him, wanting more.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he mumbled against my lips.
“It’s really hard to concentrate with your hands on my breasts.” I moaned as he played with my nipples over the fabric of my dress.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”
“Let me take care of you this time.”
Before he could disagree, I went to my knees and began undoing his belt buckle.
