I lost track of the shots, beers, and mixed drinks over an hour ago. I'm plenty buzzed, and my girl is fairly drunk as I watch her dance with Ali in the middle of the dance floor. The room is dark, but the moving lights illuminate Logan's body just enough that I can watch her in all her glory. I'm posted up by the banister, leaning on the wall, with a beer in my hand, as I enjoy the show she's providing.

Logan is killing me right now, moving her body to the beat. Ali is an okay dancer, but Logan... Logan can fucking move. Her hips are swaying, and her hands are moving, feeling herself and the music. The fact that at one point, I thought this girl was clumsy or uncoordinated is insane. Her body moves in perfect rhythm as she allows the music to take over.

I love seeing her this way. I love watching her feel free and confident without a care in the world.

She looks over to me with a little smile on her face as she continues to dance. I bring my beer up to my lips as I keep my gaze on my girl, enjoying every second of this.

Suddenly, some dude dressed up like a dumb ass pirate comes up behind Logan and puts his hands on her hips as he pulls her into his body. I stand up straight, about to charge over to him, but Logan takes care of it herself. She takes his hands off of her as she turns around to face him. Logan shakes her head as she says something to him, but he doesn't seem to want to listen as he continues to lean into her. Logan adds something else as she points to me, and the guy's face pales as he glances in my direction.

Well, at least he's not a complete idiot.

The pirate quickly takes off, and I settle back, watching my girl handle business.

Logan looks back to me before she starts to make her way over, leaving a buzzed and happy Ali on the dance floor. Logan's steps are a bit wobbly as she walks, thanks to the amount of alcohol she's consumed, but overall she's in control.

"Hi," she says as she wraps her arms around my neck.

"Hi, baby," I say to her as my hand finds the small of her back before drifting south and cupping her perfect ass.

"Are you going to dance with me or what?" She asks with a drunken glint in her eye.

"I don't dance, baby," I tell her as I shake my head.

She sticks out her bottom lip in a pouty way, which pretty much sways my decision, but she gives in before I do. "Fine," she sighs, though she doesn't seem to care all that much.

She reaches up and kisses my lips before she turns around, with her back to my chest, as she leans her head back on my shoulder. My forearm drapes across the front of her chest as I hold her to me, and I use my other hand to continue drinking the beer in my cup.

"Oh, god. No," Logan says as she nods towards the dance floor.

My eyes follow hers to find my brother dancing with his ex, Lauren. His fucking bunny ears make it pretty hard to miss him as we watch them move together. His hands are on her lower back, and her face is right up against his cheek.

"Nope. No way. Absolutely not," I say as I finish my beer and toss the cup to the side before taking a step towards the dance floor.

"No, don't," Logan says as she pulls me back. "Marc is a grown man. He can make his own decisions," she adds.

Marc loves to give me his sage advice, but man, oh man, are the tables going to turn when I give him the lecture of a lifetime in the morning about what a terrible mistake he's making right now. But still, I guess he has to figure it out on his own.


"You're right," I sigh as I settle back into my previous spot. I keep my eyes on the dance floor as Logan makes herself comfortable up against me, her ass ever so slightly grinding against my dick, and quickly averting my attention back to her.

"I love this song," Logan says, leaning her head back on me. She closes her eyes as the music takes over.

My hands find her hips before my lips find her neck. I pull her into me, needing the friction. I've basically been turned on since the second she walked in my house, but now with her barely covered ass swaying against me to the beat of the music, I'm having a hard time hiding her effects on my body.

Somehow even with the deafening music, I can hear Logan's ragged breathing as my lips trail her jaw, down her neck, and across her shoulder. Her vanilla scent fills my nostrils as I pull her hips into me and sway with her to the music. We move together in perfect sync as I press myself into her.

Okay, I lied. Maybe I do like dancing.

Logan's hand reaches back around my neck, silently asking me to keep my mouth on her as my warm breath swirls across her silky skin. She continues to move to the beat, slowly grinding her body against mine.

My hands dance around her waist, her hips, her everything. I'm so fucking tempted to dip my hand into this tiny little skirt of hers. Even though we are hidden in the darkness, in the back corner of the packed living room where no one is paying us any attention, I don't want to risk someone seeing Logan in the way that only I get to see her.

"Upstairs?" I ask in a whisper as my lips trail up her nape.

"Mmm-hmm," she whimpers against me.

I kiss her jaw before I guide her towards the stairs, staying behind her and keeping my hand on her hips, trying to hide the noticeable bulge in my costume caused by Logan's movements.