Sea Breeze 02 - Because of Low

me a minute to join in. The sight of all that red hair cascading over her shoulders as her hips kept beat to the music and the flimsy fabric of her dress gliding over her upper thighs made it hard to concentrate. Low wasn’t as tightly strung as me. She actually seemed more relaxed than she had all evening. This was her element. She liked to dance. Another thing to file away in my memory. Reaching out I rested my hand on her hip and pulled her closer. If she was going to move like that I wanted to reap the benefits of it. She came to me happily running her hand up my arm as she moved her other arm up and over her head while she rolled her hips. I may not make it very long before hauling her out of here and pressing her up against the nearest empty wall.

    Willow
    I loved dancing. It was freeing and exciting. But with Marcus Hardy’s hands on my body it was quite possibly my most favorite thing on earth. I let myself go and he seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. Sexual foreplay wasn’t something I knew much about. But dancing. That I could do. Turning in his arms I pressed my back against his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck. As my backside moved against him I felt the brush of his hard on against my lower back. Oh. This was new. He didn’t seem to mind that I could obviously feel it. I kept moving closing my eyes and laying my head back against his chest. This was going to do wonders for my dreams. His fingers expanded on my waist and then one slowly slide across my stomach then back down moving over to slide down my hip just as it reached my panty line. Okay. Wow. I could feel my body start to tremble a little. I wasn’t sure why but I liked the way it felt. The second tremble caused Marcus to stop and his hands gripped my waist hard.
    “Low, I need a drink. Now .”
    I wasn’t sure what brought that on and I didn’t want to stop what we were doing. It was amazing. But I nodded and let him lead me back to the table where only Preston and Dewayne lounged drinking.
    “Do you want something?” Marcus asked. His voice sounded a little gruff. I tried to think back to what we had been doing on the dance floor. Had I upset him?
    “Coke please.” He nodded and squeezed my waist before leaving me there with Preston and Dewayne.
    Feeling deflated I sank down into the closest empty seat. I’d obviously done something to turn him off of dancing with me.
    “So tell me Low, does Cage know you’re out with Marcus,” Preston asked. Frustrated with everyone’s need to bring up Cage I shot him an exasperated glare. “No and it’s none of his business.”
    Dewayne let out a low whistle, “I bet he’d disagree with you on that one sweetheart.”
    Shrugging I turned away from them and their nosey questions and searched for Marcus. I found Jess first. Then I saw Marcus leaning against the bar talking to her. She was obviously flirting and Marcus’s smile said he enjoyed it. The tense guy who’d left me was gone. He seemed to be relaxed in Jess’s company. Suddenly her shoulders slumped and she reached up to wipe at her face. Was she crying? Marcus straightened up and leaned forward and hugged her to him. I reminded myself that Jess was Rock’s cousin and she’d just had a bad breakup. No big deal. Marcus was comforting her. Taking slow breaths I forced the knot in my stomach to go away. Marcus pulled back and turned his head back toward the bar and said something to the bartender then took Jess’s hand as she led him into the crowd. Away from me. This was not happening. Cage’s warning came back to haunt me. I guess Marcus was done slumming it. Cringing at that thought, I stood up.
    “You okay?” Preston’s voice broke into my thoughts. Bringing me back to the table where I’d been abandoned by my date.
    I took a deep breath and nodded forcing a smile. I wouldn’t let them see me cry. No one would know this hurt me. I would not get embarrassed by this. I would not let Marcus Hardy humiliate me. “It’s warm in here. I’m going to go get some air,” I replied.
    “Last time you said that you disappeared,” Dewayne pointed out.
    “I’m almost positive that what you saw isn’t what it looks like,” the concern in Preston’s voice was unmistakable.
    “It’s okay if it is. Just because he came with me doesn’t mean he has to leave with me. I’ve grown up with Cage. I’m use to this behavior,” I tried to make my voice sound light and unaffected.
    “Marcus is nothing like Cage,”