Just Rose

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Being sober among drunk people was getting dull. She needed a little boost to get through the party and get her happy back on. Right now, she needed some merry, downing it quickly and discarding it on a table.

Abby saw her and screamed in delight, yanking her onto the dance floor and immediately assaulting her with a shimmying butt to butt rubbing in time to the music. Rose slapped her on the rear and shoved her off laughing, she could feel the electric excitement returning with the beat to a fabulous song.

A couple of the men with Damien were dancing nearby and turned to encourage a group dance; Abby immediately jumping on the back of one of her cousins and rubbing his hair messily, shouting something about cowboys. She had obviously been downing shots in Rose's absence. Rose tried to stay a little demurer but with the blink of an eye, one of the men had sidled closer, scooping his arm round her waist and trying to thrust a thigh between her knees and throwing her about like a rag. He seemed intent on some groin to groin rotating.

For the love of god!! Were all his friends in heat?

Trying to untangle herself was almost impossible. As soon as she managed to turn away, making it look like an expert dance move, the other guy moved in, almost pinning her bust to his chest and tipping her back. His hands sliding over her back and ass.

She immediately felt her skin crawl with the unwanted touch, overly sexual dance moves were not her forte and she had no clue how to get out of this. She literally wanted to scream. She was internally cringing every time she felt a hand placed on her seductively or her body was crushed to his in a manner befitting the bedroom.

Drunken north men with hot blood and absolutely no inhibitions. It was like being back in the stone age with cavemen trying to drag women back to their lairs. Abby seemingly oblivious, was still perched on the back of a rugged looking male and being bounced around like a child. Screaming in delight, her hands waving in the air in time to the music and singing along wholeheartedly.

There was no way out and Rose felt her panic rising. The crowds moving in as this song was pretty damn popular and alcohol fueled. Dancing always encouraged some pelvic grinding from randy drunks and she felt like they were closing in around her. His hands were devouring her no matter how much she tried to pull them off, even slapping him away only seemed to encourage his antics. She shrugged and twisted and tried with all her might to untangle herself from the mess of hands and body. He was like a man-child and this was all a game of 'grope the lassie'. She managed to break free turning to face her assaulter.

It was in an instant. The body that flattened against her back. The hands finding her hips and moving her in time to the music away from creeping hands and overzealous pelvic thrusts that she instantly knew his touch. The familiar heat and slip into safety and security like a warm wave had smoothed over her, shielding her from unwanted attention and creating a safe haven. Her eyes closing at the sensation of having him touch her again.

How much she had longed to feel him around her again.

He was saving her. She couldn't be mad at the way he was doing it. The effortless rhythm and easy way he was dancing behind her, holding her to him so it was clear to his 'mates' she was off limits. They took the hint, turning to another gyrating woman nearby and leaving him to carry on moving with her. The song was the kind that demanded sexual swaying and a lot of suggestive shimmies and grinding. She didn't want to turn and look at him or pull away, she just wanted to pretend this was okay and enjoy the moment. Not break the spell with reality. Pretend for the sake of being saved. Relieved that he had actually come to her this time.