Walking Disaster

ending, but she
showed no signs of stopping.
    Abby leaned back, her head against my shoulder. Some of her hair fell away, exposing the glistening skin of her neck. All willpower vanished. I touched my lips to the delicate spot just behind
her ear. I couldn’t stop there, opening my mouth to let my tongue lick the salty moisture from her skin.
    Abby’s body tensed, and she pulled away.
    “What, Pidge?” I asked. I had to chuckle. She looked like she wanted to hit me. I thought we were having a good time, and she was angrier than I’d ever seen her.
    Instead of letting her temper fly, she pushed through the crowd, retreating to the bar. I followed, knowing I would find out soon enough what exactly I had done wrong.
    Taking the empty stool beside her, I watched as Abby signaled to Cami that she wanted another beer. I ordered one for myself, and then watched her chug half of hers. The bottle clanged against
the counter when she slammed it down.
    “You think
that
is going to change anyone’s mind about us?”
    I laughed once. After all that bumping and grinding against my dick, she was suddenly worried about appearances? “I don’t give a damn what they think about us.”
    She shot me a dirty look, and then turned to face forward.
    “Pigeon,” I said, touching her arm.
    She jerked away. “Don’t. I could
never
get drunk enough to let you get me on that couch.”
    Instant rage consumed me. I had never treated her like that. Never. She led me on, and then I gave her one or two little kisses on the neck, and she freaks out?
    I started to speak, but Megan appeared next to me.
    “Well. If it isn’t Travis Maddox.”
    “Hey, Megan.”
    Abby eyed Megan, clearly taken off guard. Megan was an old pro at tipping the scales in her favor.
    “Introduce me to your girlfriend,” Megan said, smiling.
    She knew damn good and well Abby wasn’t my girlfriend. Ho 101: If the man in your sights is on a date or with a female friend, force him to admit to lack of commitment. Creates insecurity
and instability.
    I knew where this was going. Hell, if Abby really thought I was a criminal-grade douche bag, I might as well act like one. I slid my beer down the bar, and it fell off the edge, clinking into
the full trash can at the end. “She’s not my girlfriend.”
    Purposefully ignoring Abby’s reaction, I grabbed Megan’s hand and led her to the dance floor. She complied, happily swinging our arms until our feet hit the wood. Megan was always
entertaining to dance with. She had no shame and let me do anything to her that I wanted, on and off the dance floor. As usual, most of the other dancers stopped to watch.
    We usually made a spectacle, but I was feeling exceptionally lewd. Megan’s dark hair slapped me in the face more than once, but I was numb. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around
my waist, and then bent back, stretching her arms over her head. She smiled as I pumped her in front of the entire bar, and when I set her on her feet, she turned and bent over, grabbing her
ankles.
    Sweat poured down my face. Megan’s skin was so wet, my hands slipped away every time I tried to touch her. Her shirt was soaked, and so was mine. She leaned in for a kiss, her mouth
slightly open, but I leaned back, looking toward the bar.
    That was when I saw him. Ethan Coats. Abby was leaned in toward him, smiling with that drunken, flirty, take-me-home smile I could spot in a crowd of a thousand women.
    Leaving Megan on the dance floor, I pushed through the mass that had gathered around us. Just before I reached Abby, Ethan reached over to touch her knee. Remembering what he’d gotten away
with the year before, I balled my hand into a fist, standing between them, with my back to Ethan.
    “You ready, Pidge?”
    Abby put her hand on my stomach and pushed me to the side, smiling the instant Ethan came back into view. “I’m talking, Travis.” She held her hand out, feeling how wet it was,
and then wiped it on her skirt in dramatic fashion.
    “Do you even know this guy?”
    She smiled even wider. “This is Ethan.”
    Ethan extended his hand. “Nice to meet you. “
    I couldn’t take my eyes off of Abby while she stared at that sick and twisted fuck across from her. I left Ethan’s hand hanging, waiting for Abby to remember I was standing
there.
    Dismissive, she waved her hand in my direction. “Ethan, this is Travis.” Her voice was decidedly less enthusiastic about my introduction, which just pissed me off