Finding Trust and Honesty (bxb)

Chapter 20*

I didn't go and dance, I stayed sitting and nursed my drinks, eventually Sebastian managed to escape from the dance floor but Grace just snagged Caesar instead, who begrudgingly allowed his mother to drag him onto the stage. I tried and failed not to laugh, I knew I was bad but Caesar was bad at dancing, at least I had a sense of rhythm, I might look like I was having a seizure but at least it was along with the music, Caesar... I didn't even have words to describe it, it was so bad it was almost... entertaining, that was too strong of a word, but something.

"And you called my dancing terrible." I said to Max, who was still beside me and he snorted out a laugh.

"Yeah, Caesar doesn't feel the music at all, you should see him do the macarena or Saturday night, hell even the YMCA, he somehow fucks that up as well." despite that Caesar seems to dance with almost confidence, I'm sure he knows about his two left feet, I think he just doesn't give a fuck.

After a few songs Caesar makes his escape and sits back down beside me, taking a few sips of his drink. "Soo... what did you think?" he asked me and I just turned and gave him that look, you know the one.

The music changed and I heard the all too familiar start to the macarena and he grinned at me, like many other more reluctant dancers they headed to the stage and Caesar pulled me out of my chair and onto the dance floor. "Now it's your turn to embarrass yourself." he declared, I think he underestimates my macarena skills.

The dance starts, the dance floor packed and I make sure to work my hips real good as Caesar's standing right beside me, smirking as I did it. We all jumped and turned, going through the dance again and I rolled my hips around, knowing he was facing me, and over the music I could hear a low growl come from him. I knew it was unwise, my ass was still a little tender but I couldn't help but antagonise him, I just loved teasing him, riling him up, it gave me a thrill. Making him want me, seeing his amber eyes blaze with lust, it made me feel so sexy and desirable, and hell, with him around I was always horny, he was going to turn me into a sex addict, even more than I was already anyway.

The song ended and the crowd cheered when Saturday night came on right after, some left the dance floor but most stayed. Caesar was even worse at that, the faster pace, and alas there was nothing remotely sexy about this dance. Although the YMCA dance came on next, bring on the hip thrusting!

Caesar looked at me in disbelief as I did my version of the YMCA, everyone's is all a little different but the YMCA bit is always the same, and Max was right, Caesar was even bad at this, aside from the YMCA part he seemed a little lost.

The song finished and as it was getting late those with kids started heading out and I went to go and sit down but Caesar caught my hand and pulled me back. "You said you couldn't dance." he husked in my ear and I couldn't help but shiver.

"And you said the macarena doesn't count." I replied.

"Well yes, but the way you moved your hips." he murmured and stood behind me, placing his hands on said hips.

"If you liked that then you should take me out clubbing some time, I'm pretty good at the bump and grind." I suggested and covered his hands with my own, slowly starting to sway and rock my hips, sensually rubbing my ass against his crotch along to the music.

He growled lowly in response and nipped at my earlobe. "You're such a tease."

"Never said I wasn't."

"Hey you two, keep it PG will ya!" Shane yelled at us.

"For who? All the kids are gone." Carson grumbled in reply.

"For me! I've already seen you two fuck already, save my poor eyes a little at least."

Caesar chuckled and his arms moved to snake around my waist, pressing our bodies flush together. "Then turn around, no one said you had to watch."