Going Full Throttle

Chapter 16 - Tyler's POV

How the fuck had I gotten myself into this?

Earlier this evening, when Scotty had texted me to get over to the Callahan's cabin, I hadn't expected to find Gwen standing outside. I almost hadn't recognized her with the dark eyeliner and sexy dress when she'd lit up a cigarette and called me over. Scotty's smug face after Gwen invited us along made it clear that he had hoped my presence would do just that.

In any other scenario, a night out at The Aurora would have been a great night. It was exactly like the dive bars that the Goons and I used to find when we were on tour. Cheap beer, outdated music, and good people made for the best parties.

Except the second Pia had walked out of the house, I had been in pain. My stomach clenched tightly as I resisted the need to go to her. My hands ached to run over that flimsy material that hugged her hips. Not to mention the literal, physical, fucking pain of my erection pressed tightly against my jeans.

I'd kept my distance as much as I could, which seemed to cool the need that had overtaken my body. The two girls who offered me a threesome hadn't hurt either. Losing myself in them would probably help to ease the pain of blue balls that I'd had since I arrived in O'Hara.

Then Scotty had gone and sent Pia to get a drink with me and somehow I ended up here; following her out on the dance floor as I attempted not to stare at her swinging hips. Would Scotty get mad at me for dancing with his cousin?

The music seemed to hit Pia as we walked into the crowd of dancers. She twirled on her toes, sending her hair fanning out in every direction. The old school, neon, lights flicked through the darkness and caught the carefree smile that lit her face. Her light was intoxicating and contagious. My shoulders relaxed and I pushed any thought of Scotty out of my mind. We were two adults, and we were only dancing.

Pia stopped close to the speakers, as though she'd been searching for the loudest point in the room. She spun towards me and tilted her head up, flashing a small mischievous smile. It struck me how comfortable she was in this environment. I had met Pia the aunty, Pia the caregiver, Pia the family girl. I had not met this Pia, but I wanted to.

I grabbed her hand as the early 2000s pop faded away and an old country-rock song came on. She smiled brightly and fell into step when I pulled her close and led us into some knock-off version of a two-step. I hadn't learned much spending my childhood bouncing around the south, but this was muscle memory. My free hand fell to her waist and grazed beneath her jacket. Satisfaction flared in my chest as the heat from her skin easily permeated my fingertips.

Pia dropped her head back and giggled as we swung which made my eyes snap to her pouty lips. I'd only have to drop my face to steal the laugh right off of her perfect rosy mouth.

This is only dancing, Westwood.

I distracted myself by turning to look at the other dancers. Most had happily adapted to the sudden country dance as we had, but some of the younger ones were still attempting to grind. My lips quirked at the awkward way one skinny boy clung to the girl gyrating against his dick. It was honestly impressive that she managed to keep pace with her unskilled partner and off-tempo music.

Pia's body just barely skimmed mine as I held her, but I felt it when her stomach shook. She had noticed the same pair as me and obviously got a kick out of them too. Our eyes met in the darkness as we both laughed at the duo. Her large round eyes glistened in the sporadic lights making them shine like liquid gold.

The music faded and I slowed our pace. The logical part of my brain knew I should lead her back to the group and return to Kat and Amy. Or was it Amelia? Either way, they were safer than spending any more time with Pia in my arms.