Just Rose

Chapter 53

Being sober among drunk people was getting dull. She needed a little boost to get through the party and get her happy back on. Right now, she needed some merry, downing it quickly and discarding it on a table.

Abby saw her and screamed in delight, yanking her onto the dance floor and immediately assaulting her with a shimmying butt to butt rubbing in time to the music. Rose slapped her on the rear and shoved her off laughing, she could feel the electric excitement returning with the beat to a fabulous song.

A couple of the men with Damien were dancing nearby and turned to encourage a group dance; Abby immediately jumping on the back of one of her cousins and rubbing his hair messily, shouting something about cowboys. She had obviously been downing shots in Rose’s absence. Rose tried to stay a little demurer but with the blink of an eye, one of the men had sidled closer, scooping his arm round her waist and trying to thrust a thigh between her knees and throwing her about like a rag. He seemed intent on some groin to groin rotating.

For the love of god!! Were all his friends in heat?

Trying to untangle herself was almost impossible. As soon as she managed to turn away, making it look like an expert dance move, the other guy moved in, almost pinning her bust to his chest and tipping her back. His hands sliding over her back and ass.

She immediately felt her skin crawl with the unwanted touch, overly s****l dance moves were not her forte and she had no clue how to get out of this. She literally wanted to scream. She was internally cringing every time she felt a hand placed on her seductively or her body was crushed to his in a manner befitting the bedroom.

Drunken north men with hot blood and absolutely no inhibitions. It was like being back in the stone age with cavemen trying to drag women back to their lairs. Abby seemingly oblivious, was still perched on the back of a rugged looking male and being bounced around like a child. Screaming in delight, her hands waving in the air in time to the music and singing along wholeheartedly.

There was no way out and Rose felt her panic rising. The crowds moving in as this song was pretty damn popular and alcohol fueled. Dancing always encouraged some pelvic grinding from randy drunks and she felt like they were closing in around her. His hands were devouring her no matter how much she tried to pull them off, even slapping him away only seemed to encourage his antics. She shrugged and twisted and tried with all her might to untangle herself from the mess of hands and body. He was like a man-child and this was all a game of ‘grope the lassie’. She managed to break free turning to face her assaulter.

It was in an instant. The body that flattened against her back. The hands finding her hips and moving her in time to the music away from creeping hands and overzealous pelvic thrusts that she instantly knew his touch. The familiar heat and slip into safety and security like a warm wave had smoothed over her, shielding her from unwanted attention and creating a safe haven. Her eyes closing at the sensation of having him touch her again.

How much she had longed to feel him around her again.

He was saving her. She couldn’t be mad at the way he was doing it. The effortless rhythm and easy way he was dancing behind her, holding her to him so it was clear to his ‘mates’ she was off limits. They took the hint, turning to another gyrating woman nearby and leaving him to carry on moving with her. The song was the kind that demanded s****l swaying and a lot of suggestive shimmies and grinding. She didn’t want to turn and look at him or pull away, she just wanted to pretend this was okay and enjoy the moment. Not break the spell with reality. Pretend for the sake of being saved. Relieved that he had actually come to her this time.

The way he slid her up and down and moved in time, his jaw against her cheek. His breath on her face. The way he was making every inch of her tingle by just being held against him. Her back against his chest and her head against his throat and jaw. Her hair falling down around her shoulders; the pin up do, long falling down. It was the most erotic highly charged feeling in the world. She knew it was stupid, but for once, her mind was not battling her emotions and the longing to stay this way was winning out.

The darkness of the hall and the flashing lights somehow made this okay. Surreal. Getting lost in the music, she lifted her arms, letting his hands slide up from waist scuffing the edges of her breasts and up her outstretched arms. Her senses reacting with hot burning sensations going off inside of her. He turned her, her arms falling down around his neck as he Patrick Swayze style moved into her. His mouth coming dangerously close, his eyes focused heavily on hers. Pushing her thighs apart with his and moving into her snugly, a perfect fit, their bodies sexually moving ‘a la Dirty Dancing’. She could sense the hardness against her pelvis that he was just as turned on as she was yet neither broke away.

He had moves she would give him that much. An unexpected great dancer.

Fully controlling her body with every tiny movement, she was breathless and lost in the moment. He tilted her back easily and his breath skirted her cleavage. Rose was ignoring the screaming voice within that this was not what they had agreed on, that this was only going to hurt her more in the long run, but It was over too soon, as the tempo changed and the bodies around them cheered and began jumping up and down to a new dance beat.

He still had her against his hard-taut form, both their chests rapidly moving and eyes locked. He didn’t speak, just a final stroke on her cheek with the back of his fingers. His breath tinged with alcohol, his mouth moved dangerously close to her lips for a mere second until she could feel his shallow breath against them, her own lips parting in anticipation. His dark storming eyes moving down to focus on their soft fullness, his slight jaw movement and the tension appearing in his face signaled he was contemplating kissing her but stopped himself. She wanted him to kiss her. Her whole body was screaming out for it and she could feel both of their elevated heartbeats pounding erratically in unison.

She was so weak.

He let go of her, obviously reeling in his senses and realising this was dumb; he turned and walked off, leaving her alone amid the sea of bouncing bodies. Like suddenly being plunged into an icy bath. The sagging of her insides and the jelly legs gave her no choice but to stagger to the nearest chair and sit down.

She couldn’t think straight, she didn’t want too. Her body still tingling and her pulse racing. She had known his touch instantly. Felt his familiar warmth and she had let him take control of her body without hesitation. She was her own worst enemy when it came to him and this only proved it. He could have done anything to her in that moment and she would have let him. She was still reeling and sizzling from the effect he had on her.

Did she have no self-control or self-worth?

The message to his friends was loud and clear and they didn’t try again. Even Damien, who had returned to join a non-contact dance seemed to be keeping his distance. One of the burly men winked at her when he caught her looking towards where Rob was standing with his back to them; he had a beer in hand and lost in conversation with some other man. Completely recovered and unfazed by what had just taken place on the dance floor. He was the picture of control once again and acting like Rose didn’t exist.

It upset her greatly and she pushed it away, down towards the hard-wooden floor strewn with empty paper cups and streamers squashed flat by thumping feet.

Knowing he was nearby, in view and Morag’less, ready to save her at a moment’s notice had made her feel better, despite the dancefloor moments. All the earlier agreements forgotten temporarily, she couldn’t be mad for what he had done.

How could she when she had so wantonly reacted to him. She had hardly pushed him off, had she?

Pushing down the feelings of warning, she relaxed into enjoying her night. What was left of it, one eye always checking where he was. Aware and highly sensitive to his whereabouts.