Wait For You, Trust in Me: 2-Book Collection. J. Lynn

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      Steph threw her arms around him, which caused her dress to hike up, revealing ruffled black panties that read SPANK ME across her ass cheeks. Cam didn’t run from her, but turned, giving her that damn lopsided smile of his. She took the ball from him, backing up and giggling as her friend was all up on Jase.

      Something ugly unfurled in the pit of my stomach like a noxious weed. Why wasn’t Cam running away from her instead of following her around the table?

      That was a stupid question.

      What guy would be running from Steph?

      Someone bumped into me from the side, an apology was muttered, but I was focused on Steph. She was holding the ball close to her breasts, grinning wickedly as Cam stalked her.

      Brit took the cup from me and grabbed my hand. “Let’s dance.”

      I dug my feet in, blinking at her. “I don’t dance.”

      “No. We are going to dance.” She cast a look over her shoulder. Cam had somehow gotten the ball from Steph. “Because if we don’t, you’re just going to stand there and glare at them like a pissed off girlfriend.”

      Shit. She had a point. I let her drag me toward a group of girls that were dancing, which was conveniently close to the ping pong table. Brit held onto my hand as she shimmied around me, singing along to the song. It took a couple of moments to work up the nerve to do another thing I hadn’t done in years and I sort of wished I’d finished off the beer.

      Closing my eyes, I let myself feel the music and catch the beat. Once that happened, my hips were swaying and I was smiling. Eyes open now, I still held onto Brit’s hand as we danced together. The group around us grew larger and over Brit’s shoulder, I saw Cam.

      He wasn’t paying attention to Steph.

      He was watching us—watching me.

      Brit was a freaking genius.

      She looked behind her and then turned back to me, biting her lip. “Fuck ’em.”

      I tipped my head back and laughed. “Fuck ’em.”

      “That’s my girl.”

      Jimmie joined us, coming up behind Brit, dropping his hands on her waist. I raised my brows, and she shrugged, which was code for holding off on the punching in the vagina. My hair was damp along my temples and my sweater had ridden up. The three of us were joined by Jacob, who pretty much flailed around. I was so caught up in laughing at him that when hands landed on my hips, I jumped a good five inches off the floor.

      Brit’s eyes widened.

      I looked over my shoulder and saw a relatively unfamiliar face. The guy’s cheeks were red, eyes slightly glazed over as he ground his hips.

      “Hey,” he slurred, smiling.

      “Hi.” I turned back around, making a face at Brit as I stepped forward. I made it about an inch before Drunk Guy’s grip tightened.

      “Where you going?” he said. “We’re dancing.”

      I twisted to the side, and the guy followed, staying at my back. My stomach dropped and a strange, shivery sensation crawled up the back of my neck, raising the tiny hairs there. Thrown back several years, I froze for a second. Brit, Jacob, the party—everything—disappeared. I felt him pull me back against him, his hands on the bare skin of my stomach. Without any warning, reality seemed to shift.

      I wasn’t here.

      I was back there, with his hands under my skirt, and I couldn’t breathe or see; the fabric of the couch rough against my cheek.

      “Baby,” the guy crooned in my ear. “Dance with me.”

       “Baby,” Blaine had said, his breath heavy in my ear. “You can’t tell me you don’t want this.”

      The garage shifted to a basement and back again. I tried to pull away, my heart beating so fast I was going to be sick. “Let me go.”

      “Come on, it’s just a dance.” His hand was on my stomach, under my sweater. “You—”

      “Let me go.” My breath caught in my throat as I struggled. “Let me go!”

      There was a surprised shout and a squeal. Suddenly I was torn out of the drunk guy’s grip. I stumbled back, bumping into someone. Heart racing, I pushed my hair out of my face and lifted my head.

      Oh my God.

      Cam had the guy against the wall.

Chapter 14

      A small crowd had already circled Cam and the guy. Some watching on in interest, others jeering on the fight.

      Cam had pinned the guy with one hand shoved into his chest. He was right up in his face, his free hand curled into a fist at his side. “What the fuck, man? Do you have a fucking hearing problem?”

      “I’m sorry,” the guy blubbered, hands raised at his sides. “We were just dancing. Didn’t mean any shit by it.”

      “Cam.” My voice came out strangled, hoarse as I started forward.

      Brit was beside me, capturing my arm. “Do not get involved, Avery.”

      How could I not get involved? My stomach roiled and what little beer I had consumed rose in my throat.

      Cam shoved the guy back into the wall again and then Jase was suddenly there, getting an arm around Cam’s waist, pulling him back. The guy slumped against the wall, eyes closed.

      “You need to chill the fuck out,” Jase said.

      Cam sidestepped his friend, eyes narrowed on the other guy. “Let me the fuck go, Jase.”

      “Fuck no.” Jase got in-between them, putting his hands on Cam’s chest. “You don’t need this, remember? Getting into a fight is the last thing you fucking need right now. So back down.”

      Something in what Jase had said seemed to reach Cam. He cast the guy against the wall one last promising look and then shrugged off Jase’s hands. Cam turned, thrusting his hand through his hair. Through the people standing between us, his gaze landed on me and Brit. He started forward, but Jase said something that made him stop. Out of nowhere, Ollie appeared, shoving a bottle of beer in Cam’s hands. Between the two of them, they ushered him back into the house. I started after them, but Brit hauled me into a corner, her wings bouncing as she turned to me. “What the hell happened?”

      “I don’t know.” My chest rose and fell sharply. “The guy wouldn’t let me go and Cam just came out of nowhere. I need to—”

      “No.” She stopped me, blocking my path. “You need to let him cool down. He’s with his boys, let him be.”

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