Page 123 of Foul Territory

“She’s really good,” a random guy says beside me.

I nod in agreement. Two guys have joined Lauren in a little dance battle of sorts. It’s fun to see everyone watch her with shocked looks on their faces. Charlie and I continue to dance together while we keep an eye on our girl.

“Who were those guys?” Charlie asks Lauren when she joins us.

Lauren glances over her shoulder. “They’re on the step team here. Not bad, right?”

“Not as good as my girl,” I say, bumping my hip with hers.

“Do you think we should check on Wren?” Lauren asks, nodding toward our table.

“Two more songs,” Charlie says. “Then we can finish our drinks and drag her out here with us.”

Another upbeat pop song fills the room and we immediately start moving our feet. I swing my hips as I dance behind Lauren. Charlie’s eyes widen at something happening behind me. I’m about to ask what’s going on when a strong arm wraps around my waist and draws me against their hard body.

I inhale a breath and I submerge myself in the ocean of Koa’s scent while his hands slide up and down the curves of my hips and thighs.

He pulls my hair off my neck, exposing my ear. “You look like you want to make one of my fantasies come true,” he says, then leaves a trail of kisses down my neck and over my shoulder.

I turn in his arms and his hands drift down to my ass. Draping my arms over his shoulder, I enjoy the desperate way Koa is looking at me.

“I’m surprised to see you here,” I tell him.

“It wasn’t my idea but I’m glad I came. I would have been really sad if I missed you wearing this dress.” His eyes dip to my cleavage.

“You didn’t seem very impressed with this dress when I was thinking about wearing it for Nash’s party.”

He pulls me closer to him and slips a finger under the thin strap on my shoulder. “That’s because I knew I wouldn’t be the one taking it off of you that night. I have a personal affliction with a lot of your clothes.”

“I don’t like that you’re suffering.” I glance over at our table. Lauren and Charlie have joined Wren, Wyatt, Nash, and Hart. They probably wouldn’t mind if I called it an early night. “Maybe we should say our goodbyes and put you out of your misery.”

Holding tightly to my hand, Koa turns on his heel and briskly walks through the crowded dance floor.

“What are the four of you doing here?” Charlie asks, suspiciously. I snag my drink and take a slow sip waiting for someone to fess up.

Charlie glares at each of the guys, trying to get one of them to crack. Then she narrows her sights on Wren and Wyatt. Both of which have their phones sitting out in front of them.

“You texted him,” Charlie accuses Wren. “And you just had to come, didn’t you?” she asks Wyatt.

“I’m just a man,” he says, holding up his hands. “If you got this text, you would have come running too.” He passes Charlie his phone. She reads over his texts and pouts.

“Ugh, fine. Why do you have to be so hot, Wren?” Charlie asks, passing Wyatt’s phone back to him.

“It’s a curse,” she replies.

“I know you want to, but you can’t leave yet. We have to at least finish our drinks and Wren owes me one dance,” Charlie says.

“One drink and then I’m taking you to meet some of my friends,” Nash says, throwing an arm around Charlie’s shoulders.

“What kind of friends?” Charlie asks, looking up at my brother.

He smirks, knowing he has her on the line.

“The show me a night I won’t soon forget kind of friends?” she asks.

“Yes. Those kind. Which reminds me,” Nash drops his arm from Charlie’s shoulders and leans on the table. “You three,” he narrows his eyes on Wyatt, Koa, and Hart, “went and got tattoos without me.”

“They did?” Wren questions. “You did?” she asks Wyatt.