Page 36 of Infatuated
My blood boils. I always knew she could be a bitch, but whatever she said was uncalled for. “What did you say to her?” I call after Kasey. I start walking toward her, but Lana tugs at my hand, stopping me mid-step.
She stands on her tiptoes and pulls my face down to hers, her lips touching mine, sending a surge of lust straight to my dick. I pull her closer and press my hips into hers, showing her exactly what she does to me. I ignore the scoff Kasey offers at our little display as she storms off.
After a few seconds, Lana pulls back to look at me. “It’s not worth getting into a fight with her because of me.”
Bullshit, it’s not. I push my hat up and place my forehead to hers. “Tell me what she said. I didn’t catch it.”
“It doesn’t matter. Are you going to dance with me, cowboy?” She holds her hand out for mine, and we make our way back to the party. I can see from the expression on her face what whatever Kasey said hurt her, but she’s trying to push it aside. The music gets louder as we make it to the front of the house, where everything is in full swing.
Mom and Dad are up front leading the line dancing, and a few couples are out there enjoying it. Kasey is nowhere to be found. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not.
“You look really nice, Lana. The cowboy boots look great on you. A true cowgirl.”
A smile creeps over her features. “Thank you. You look nice as well. I really like your shirt.”
Her eyes are focused on my bare forearms, and I flex them for her benefit. She sucks her lower lip between her teeth, and I reach my thumb out, pulling it free.
“You shouldn’t do that. It’s distracting.”
Dad waves me over to them as they prepare to do their speech of the night. It’s usually a big thank you to everyone since the guests are leaving soon. I usually say a few words, and then we let everyone get back to drinking and dancing.
“Be right back.” I leave her standing there alone. I see Holden on my way up and tell him Kasey is here. He knows from the way I grit her name out that I want him to watch Lana. I don’t want Kasey anywhere close to her. She doesn’t need an opportunity to say anything else to her.
He nods and walks over to where I left Lana. He knows how Kasey can get around other girls, having seen it once when another cheerleader was undressing me with her eyes. She ripped that girl a new asshole and basically isolated her from the rest of the team. She dropped out of the squad a month later. She has a vicious streak in her. I hope she grows out of it.
I stand by the band with Mom and Dad and look out to the thirty or so people standing around. This is going to be mine one day. A sense of pride overcomes me, and I smile wide. Dad is in the middle of his speech, saying his traditional thank yous and asking for anyone to talk to them if they aren’t completely satisfied.
Kasey approaches her parents, but her attention is trained on Lana. She scowls at her and narrows her eyes. Lana catches her looking and taps Holden’s arm. He bends down so she can talk in his ear, and he shakes his head. Whatever Kasey wants, she’s not going to get.
I’m getting antsy up here, knowing Kasey is stalking Lana like prey. When Dad finishes his speech, the applause dies down, and the band picks up again. Holden walks with her to the bar area, and I catch up when she places her order for a Roy Rogers.
“Thanks, man.” I clasp Holden on his shoulder, and he nods. Molly is on the dance floor and cocks her finger to him in a come hither motion.
“She’s got you whipped. What are you going to do on Saturday?”
He sighs. “I haven’t thought that far ahead yet.”
He leaves the two of us, and I turn to Lana. She sips her coke through a straw, and when she releases it, I see some of her pink lipstick around the plastic. I keep my eyes focused on the lip stain. The dirty thoughts running through my mind are crazy. It’s not a dick—just a straw!
“Coke?” she offers, holding the cup out for me.
“Only if there’s some Jack in it.” Mom and Dad are pretty cool and let me drink as long as I’m staying at home, and the guests don’t know. I just have to get the alcohol from the house, not out here in front of the guests.
I take her hand in mine and pull her to the dance floor. She deposits her drink on a nearby table on the way. The band slows down for a song, and I wrap my arms around her waist as she wraps her arms around my neck. We move together in a slow circle, getting lost in each other. I feel every sway of her hips and hear every hitch of her breath as my body presses against hers.
“Tell me what she said, Lana.”
“Shhh. Don’t ruin this moment.” She lays her head on my chest, and a sense of relief washes over me. We keep a steady pace, swaying to the beat. I turn my head to watch Kasey, who’s shooting daggers at me. She has her arms crossed over her chest and is sitting rigid in her seat. I wrap my arms tighter around Lana.
“Tristan, are you okay?” She lifts her head off my chest and looks up at me.
“I will be.”
The song ends, and as the band shifts into another round of fast songs, a line forms. I stand to the right of Lana as the song we danced to today starts. I hook my thumbs into my jeans like a stereotypical cowboy would stand and start moving through the moves. She watches my feet as she tries to mimic me.
“This is the same dance from today. Don’t tell me you forgot it already.” I laugh.
She blushes, and it takes everything in me not to scoop her up and kiss the blush deeper.