Hot Holidays

CHAPTER 9: Adrian

CHAPTER 9: Adrian

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A battle surged inside Adrian between desire, frustration and anger as he watched Ellie dance. She was sexy as f**k and every guy in here saw it. She’d started dancing in the crowd by herself but that’d lasted all of two seconds before the men had zeroed in on her like heat seeking missiles. She was the hottest thing at the club, her body swaying with the music, her chest heaving and her ass shaking in that short, tight, blue dress.

Three things kept him from barreling onto the dance floor, throwing her over his shoulder and leaving. First, he had too many sisters. He knew that’d do nothing but start a fight and probably not one that ended with him having s*x. Second, she was only dancing and didn’t seem interested in any of her partners. Third, even he knew Alison and Harker would consider it arrogant and stupid if he charged out there and he wasn’t sure she’d go home with him if he lost this bet.

“You’re either the most patient man I know or you’re a ball-less coward,” said Harker as soon as Alison excused herself to go to the restroom.

He barked a half-assed laugh. “I don’t have much choice here.”

“You have a ton of choices.”

“Like what?” He glanced at the other man but only for a second because it was impossible for him to not watch Ellie.

“Personally, I’d drag her off the floor.”

“If I do that, she’ll insist on a vote. You’re telling me that you’ll side with me?” Perhaps he might be able to end this torture sooner than he’d thought. “That you’d say it wasn’t stupid of me to do that?”

“Probably not, but sometimes stupid is necessary and it’d be worth it.”

“Not to me.” He wasn’t risking tonight.

“At least she wouldn’t be rubbing her ass all over some other guy’s cock.”

His teeth ground together. Ellie wasn’t grinding...much, but it had happened, and he’d barely stayed sitting. “And if I did that, she wouldn’t be rubbing anything of mine.”

“You could join her.” Alison sat back down at the table.

“I wasn’t invited, remember?”

“Ellie doesn’t own the dance floor,” said Alison.

“True but I can’t dance.” His sisters had made fun of him for years about that. Making Ellie laugh at him was not going to get him laid.

“Then why were you going out there earlier?” asked Alison.

He shrugged. “The song was slow. I figured I could just hold her and sway, but I can’t dance to this music.” The song was fast and upbeat.

“Neither can they,” said Harker. “They’re not dancing; they’re dry humping.”

The guy had a point.

“That’s not entirely true,” said Alison. “The women dance. The men just stand there humping like the dogs they are.”

“You’re right.” Harker laughed.

“Oh my god.” Alison grabbed her phone and turned on the video, holding it toward her. “Today is December 31st and Gus—”

“Don’t call me that,” growled Harker.

“Gus,” she said louder. “Admitted that I was right.”

Adrian stood. He wasn’t sitting here another minute listening to these two while Ellie rubbed some guy off with her ass.

“Going to dance?” asked Harker.

“Can’t dance but I can dry hump with the best of them.”