Free Unclaimed by S. Brent Page A

I’ve ever seen you wear jeans.  Do you own any?”  He was smiling over at me.
    “I do actually.  I’m just a fan of skirts and dresses,” I explained.  When we ran home I traded my jeans and top for a slinky, black dress that hung low in the front and managed to curve with my body but not cling to my skin.  My side was killing me.  I traded my heels for giant, gray boots that reached all the way up to my thighs.  I left my hair down and darkened my make-up.
    “Hey,” he threw his hands up like I might attack him even though my words were more snotty than snappy.  “I’m not complaining.  I’m enjoying the view.  I was just curious.”  He reached his hand out with his drumstick in it and ran it over the inside of my boot-covered knee.  Talon and I were just friends and have been harmlessly flirting with each other for years.
    “Maybe next time I’ll wear jeans,” I teased , probably not.  Nothing was going to happen between Talon and me.
    “Don’t.”  He stood up and leaned into me using the railing to hold himself up as he leaned forward.  “I like this look.  I really like these boots.  Like I said.  Little.  Rockin’.  Doll,” he said slowly.  His lips were so close to my ear I could feel his breath on my ear lobe but it didn’t send a chill through my body like when Lincoln’s warm breath was caressing my ear.
    I pushed him back and rolled my eyes.  He just laughed.  “Nice ring,” he said as he looked down at my hand on his chest.  I was wearing a giant, silver, rose ring.  It looked way too large for my little hand.  It was ridiculous, but I loved it. I bought it at some thrift store for a dollar with Maggie.
    Some older guy popped up on stage and announced Spunk.  Talon winked at me, causing me to roll my eyes again in response as he headed onto the stage.
    “You hooking up with Talon?” Maggie asked me as she turned to face me with her hands on her hips when Miguel headed up the stairs.  He attempted to kiss her and she just pushed him away.  Maybe they’re still off.  “What happened to hot, tattoo guy?” she asked.  Skyla just shook head and grabbed both of our hands to pull us into the crowd as Spunk started playing.
    “So?” Maggie asked loudly when we reached the middle of the floor.  She was waiting for an explanation.  Jeez, she was persistent.
    “Talon is just a friend,” I explained .  “I’m definitely into Lincoln but…” I let my words trail off as I shrugged.  He wasn’t here.  That didn’t mean I was planning on going home with someone else but he wasn’t here.  That said something.
    Maybe he was n’t as interested as I thought.  I clearly misread something.
    Skyla, Maggie, and I danced with guy after guy.  We gave them a few minutes then pushed them away.  Most guys got to physical when dancing in this close of space and I was dumb enough to wear a little dress, which they assumed means easy access.
    Spunk was probably half way through their first set when another guy leeched onto my backside.  He instantly thrust against my rear.  Eager much?  His hands landed on my hips, one more carefully than the other.  I could already feel his erection pressing against my ass.  This guy got touchy fast.  When I looked down at the hands on my swaying hips, preparing to pull them off me, I saw a green clover peaking up at me.  Lincoln.  He was here.  He was dancing with me.  I let him stay.  He was the only guy in here I actually wanted touching me.
    I always liked dancing.  It was fun and freeing.  When I danced I could just relax, let myself go.  Although I have never been a big fan of grinding against ones partner.  It just seemed too intimate for people who just met or didn’t even know each other but I was thoroughly enjoying it with Lincoln.  I knew him, kind of.
    He seemed to be enjoying it just as much as I was.  Had he been watching me dance?  Had he sought me out or had he just been out here and came across