Chapter Five

CHAPTER FIVE

Gabby

I really shouldn't be here. I have so much work to do, they still haven't fixed my window, but when I saw Alexis earlier, she mentioned she'd be bartending. She also mentioned that she thought Barrett would be here too. I need a drink, and that's what I had told Alexis, but there's another reason I showed up here tonight.

Only to myself will I admit I came here because I wanted to see him, and when I walk in, I remember why.

Back when we'd first started talking to one another, and dating, he'd mentioned how much he loved dancing. Like I hadn't noticed, I'd deadpanned and rolled my eyes. Every night when we were at the bar, I'd sit in a chair next to the other girls and watch him swing his hips. We'd talk about how hot he was, how confident he moved on the dance floor.

"Is that Barrett?" Kara asks as she comes to a stop next to me, almost running into my back.

My eyes don't stop moving as I'm watching him. Goosebumps run up and down my arms, and I long to feel the way he stretched my body as he thrust in and then pulled back out. I've missed him, missed the times we shared together, and the way my pussy clenches reminds me of what I miss the most. "It is. There is no man in this place who moves like him."

She snorts, putting her arm around my neck. "So is what they say true? If a man can dance, he can fuck?"

Old Gabby wouldn't have answered because she would've been embarrassed. Not just by the subject matter, but also because of the age difference. This new Gabby? The one who has vowed that this time she won't worry about what everyone else thinks? She's watching Barrett's ass. I've never wanted to be a pair of jeans more than I want to be a pair of jeans right now. He's wearing a black t-shirt, the hem kissing the top of his belt when he lifts his arms. The worn ass of the denim has a few almost-holes and shows navy blue underneath. Kara taps on my shoulder.

That's when my eyes travel up, and I'm looking right into his. Dark brown, full of interest, and the small smile on his face is enough to make my heart race a little faster. He lifts his hand up, and crooks his finger, motioning for me to come join him. I shake my head; he taught me to dance, but I haven't done it since we broke up. It's a core memory, though, of watching Dirty Dancing with my grandmother, eating popcorn, and seeing them do their final dance of the season. It always made my stomach flutter and did funny things to my chest. Right now, his look? It's doing funny things to my nipples and clit. I wish he were here touching me.

Kara pushes me forward. "Go on, girl. I'll save you a spot at the table with the crew. You can come over when you need something to drink."

I hate her. She's always telling me what to do, but the fact of the matter is, she's always telling me to do what I already want to do. If I were to imagine her as someone else, she's the devil on my shoulder encouraging me to do everything I'm scared of. I walk, slowly. Crawling should definitely be an option if it gets me there slower, but when I get within arms' length, Barrett grabs me by the hand and yanks me toward him.

He dips his head down to my ear, his hot breath fanning, blowing my dangling earring. "We used to do this pretty good."

We used to do a lot pretty good. "That we did. I don't know if I remember how to or not."

Those whiskey-colored eyes of his shine in dim light of the dance floor. "There's some things in life you're never gonna forget, Gabs. How to ride a bike, sex, and how to dance with me." He says the last words on a breath. One that blows against my ear, and sends a tremor down my torso.

I swallow hard, because he had to throw sex in there, and between us it had been hot. Hotter than hot, the most amazing experiences I'd ever had with someone else. And I had been in love enough with another person to marry them before. Barrett though, he'd changed everything I'd thought about myself. "You're probably right about that."

A song starts playing over the speakers, and it's one that we can dance to together. He reaches out, grasping his fingers around mine, and pulls me close before hooking his arm around my waist. Our lower bodies are as close as they can be, and he grinds into me. His eyes bore into mine, and the connection we have when we're dancing is unlike anything else I've ever experienced. It's as if we're fucking on the floor, in front of everyone, and not caring who the hell is watching.

"You still remember how to do this. I told you it's not something you forget." He says as he leans in, catching the lobe of my ear in between his teeth.

I close my eyes and throw myself over to the way my body moves when we're doing this. "I forget a lot." I give him a smirk. "But I don't think I'm ever going to forget what this was like with you."

"I don't want you to." He admits, dipping his chin to his chest. "I want you to remember me every single time you walk, when you sit down, when you cross your legs. If I were a different type of man, I'd leave you marked, with nips on your neck, your chest, and the insides of your thighs."

I shiver, I want that more than anything. He presses me back towards a dark corner, but he doesn't stop his hips moving. Putting his arms up, he lays them on my shoulders and dips his knees down. I can't take it; the tension between us is thick, and instead of waiting for him, I lurch forward, taking his lips with mine. Dragging my fingers through his hair, I hold on tight as I sink into the desire, and for once I give in and don't feel bad about it.

His hands move down to my waist, holding on tight. I tilt my head back, feeling free, and allowing him to take liberties with me. His lips go to my neck, smearing the lingering moisture from his mouth down to the edges of my shirt. Tangling my fingers in the locks, I hold him where he is, and lift myself back up. "If we were in private, I'd tell you to fuck me." I whisper.

He trembles. "And if we were somewhere that we could. You can bet your sweet ass I would."

But we aren't in private, neither one of us is into exhibition, and the foreplay? It's almost as good as how it feels when he presses into me. I'll remember this night until I can feel our bodies rocking against each other again.

This will have to get me through, and it will, because I love this man with everything that I am.