Chapter 9

A Lady Gaga remix came on after our song ended, and Nelson’s facial expression turned naughty. Uh-oh. I knew what was coming. She was one of his favorite artists, and he went bat shit crazy whenever he heard any of her songs. All I could do was hang on for the ride.

I grabbed Nelson’s ass as he grabbed my shoulders and hooked a leg over my thigh to do a dirty grind against me right there in the crowded room that made me want to fuck him through the floor. All thoughts of “should we” or “shouldn’t we” disappeared as I met him groin to groin and, finally, lip to lip in the filthiest dance ever known to man. Go-go dancers could take lessons from us.

I sucked on his bottom lip as I moved against him, not caring whether either of us came right then and there or who saw it. It was Nelson and me, together again and combustible, like always. No matter what we decided, this would always be us, like fire to gasoline.