If only he knew Julia and I found all the privacy we needed in the back seat of my truck.

“Be good to her, you hear?” Luke says.

“That’s all I care about,” I say. “Her and that baby. Taking care of them. Making them happy.”

Luke nods, looking at the dance floor. Looking at Gracie.

“I know how that goes,” he says.

I catch Julia’s eyes. She smiles. Motions for me to come join her.

Luke sets his beer down on the bar.

“Let’s get to it,” he says.

I follow him to the dance floor, grateful I don’t have to weather the approach alone. Immediately Gracie loops her arms around his neck and pulls him down for a messy, wet kiss. The two of them disappear into the crowd, his hands sliding to her ass as they swing their hips to the beat.

Damn him, he makes it look so easy.

“Stop thinking,” Julia says, curling an arm around my waist. Pressing her body to mine. Oh, Lord. “You’re at a wedding where the average age is fifty-seven. Trust me, you’re going to look good out here no matter what.”

For one heartbeat, then another, I kind of just…stand there. Swaying slightly from one foot to the other. The gin loosened me up a bit, but I still feel awkward and stupid.

I’m also worried about scaring people with my TDP.

But then Julia is slipping her hands underneath my jacket. She’s pulling me even closer, grinding her hips against me.

My dick screams.

I start.

“Jules—”

“It’s all right.” She bites her lip. “No one will see but me.”

And then she grinds against me again. And again.

My body starts to move. Pure instinct and need. I’m hard but I don’t care. I just keep up with Julia. My hands on her waist, her sides. Her ass when no one is looking.

We dance to Donna Summer and The Village People. She laughs when I spin her, and I laugh when she spins me and I completely fuck the whole thing up, nearly taking us both down when I bend my back too much.

I stop thinking about what people will think.

I stop thinking about my pants. Even though they’re getting really fucking tight.

I stop thinking about my past. About work.

I just dance. Like an idiot. I let go and throw my hands up when the band plays “Shout.” Julia falls on her butt when she tries to go low, and the two of us are laughing so hard we’re crying as I pick her up off the ground.

I’m sweating. Smiling. Moving.

Julia is right there with me, bumping into me with welcome regularity. She’s got her fingers in my hair. She’s turning around and rolling her ass into my crotch.

I pull her to me, her back to my front, and trail my lips over her neck.

She turns her head to look at me. Grins. Eyes alive with mischief. Arousal.