"You are so fucking hot, baby," he growls against my ear.
I grin back at him and he leads me through the rest of the song, then through two more, his body pressed close to mine, sending fire through me.
Finally, the band plays a slow Matchbox Twenty song, and Nate wraps me in his arms and sways me back and forth, his hands on my hips. He kisses my forehead and I lean against his chest, enjoying the slow music and being in my man's strong arms.
When the song ends, Natalie and I decide we need to get off our feet for a bit, and the guys decide to try their hand at some pool. They escort us back to the table and then go claim an empty pool table.
"Damn," I mutter as I take a sip of my drink and watch Nate lean over the table to take a shot. His ass fills out those slacks so nicely.
"Our men are hot," Natalie comments with a grin.
"Very hot," I nod and we giggle. "I'm so glad we did this. I've missed you."
"Me too. Who knew a year ago that our lives would be so different?"
"Right? I know that it's all good stuff, and I'm thankful, but I miss you."
"Well, we'll have to make the effort to see each other more." Natalie checks her phone and I smile at her.
"Why don't you just call her?" I ask.
"I'm sure they're fine," Natalie responds as her phone pings. "Oh! She texted me. Yep, they're fine." She smiles widely.
I glance over to the pool table and find Nate's eyes trained on me. I grin at him and the side of his mouth turns up in a lazy smile, and I feel the hit straight to my loins.
Jesus, he does things to me.
"Well, hello, gorgeous."
My head twirls and there is DJ, a man I was briefly involved with two years ago, standing at the end of our table. I was so caught up in Nate, I didn't even notice him.
"Hi, DJ." I respond unenthusiastically.
"Nat," he winks at Natalie and she glares at him.
Things between DJ and I did not end well.
"So, how you been, Jules?" he asks, a cocky grin on his too-handsome face. DJ is handsome; tall, toned and dark-haired. He works at the gym I used to work out at, and was my trainer for a while.
"I'm great, DJ."
"Glad to hear it. And to see that you're maintaining that sweet body of yours." He winks at me and my stomach rolls. He's an asshole. I want him gone, and I pray that Nate is too busy with his game to notice him.
"Thanks for stopping by, but Natalie and I are enjoying our drinks, DJ. Have a good night."
"Mind if I join you?"
Jesus, no one ever accused him of being smart.
"Yes, we do mind. Goodbye, DJ."
"Oh, c'mon, don't be like that." He runs his fingers down my cheek, and I catch his wrist in my hand and pull it away from me.
"Don't touch me. Just go away."
"Or what, Jules?"
"Or I'll have to kick your ass," Nate murmurs quietly behind him.