Chapter Twenty Five

Laughing, Cole let Bella drag him onto the dance floor. The sudden change in the redhead’s energy was endearing, as was the sway of her full hips in that silk sheath of a cocktail gown.

Her fat, heart-shaped caboose rolled and bounced with every high-heeled step.

They pushed to the center of the floor–Bella throwing elbows to make room before guiding Cole’s arm around her waist, taking his free hand in the typical couple’s pose.

“Try to keep up.” She said with a wink. “We’ll start simple.”

They broke into a basic, if lively, box step. The rock beat was faster than a waltz or foxtrot, but Cole kept pace without fumbling. His feet perfectly synchronized with Bella’s, as though they’d practiced the moves.

Emboldened, he gave her a spin. Coppery ringlets flared under the bright lights, ending with Bella’s back pressed to Cole’s chest and her glorious rump wedged against his crotch.

She smirked, giving it a wiggle that curled his toes, then twisted away with fluid grace.

Their arms extended until only their fingertips touched. The bass dropped, and Bella’s heels drummed the floor like a tango. Cole straightened his spine and puffed out his chest, adopting the proper posture for the Spanish style, clapping in time with her percussive steps.

The space surrounding them expanded, other partygoers paused and drifted back to watch as they circled each other. Voices murmured, and cameras recorded Cole stomping, then seizing Bella in a sweeping dip.

Her slender calf hooked around his leg, keeping them connected as her head brushed the floor before rocketing upward to meet face-to-face. He hiked a succulent thigh over his waist, and they grinded together.

“Farrah was right,” Bella gnawed her bottom lip. “You’re full of surprises.”

Cole didn’t get the chance to respond before she slapped him. Reeling, he lost his grip on the buxom beauty. Someone shouted, “Ole!” and the crowd applauded.

After Cole’s vision cleared of blinking stars, Bella transitioned to a sensuous belly dance. Arms weaving above her head and hips shaking, she shimmied up to him with a pleased grin.

Although her moves were incongruous with the rock music, she made them look natural, effortlessly matching the rhythm. Flicking her lustrous hair and thrusting out her pillowy tits as she writhed like a sexy serpent.

Rubbing his aching jaw, Cole offered a hand, palm up. Bella made him wait, dragging out the tension as she turned to twerk her cushiony rump, drawing dangerously close to his growing bulge.

He growled at the cock-hardening sight, but before he could lunge, the teasing redhead spun and plastered herself against him.

Cole leaned back, grabbed her waist, and wheeled, allowing the momentum to carry them both into another deep dip that left his face level with her creamy cleavage. They were practically horizontal and only inches off the floor.

The crowd gasped and cheered. Camera flashes created a strobe light effect. The music swelled towards a crescendo of screeching guitars, blaring brass, and thundering drums.

In a burst of inspiration, Cole braced his knees under Bella and whispered. “Ready to spread your wings, angel?”

There was no way she could have heard him, but she must have read his lips, stretching her arms wide and smiling brilliantly.

Subtly shifting his grip, Cole stood up, hoisting Bella into the air until she hung suspended over his head in a ballroom carry. Spine arched and limbs extended, she gracefully raised a leg toward the ceiling, holding the pose as the song ended.

Silence fell, and the DJ stared along with the dumbstruck audience, his soundboard momentarily forgotten. Bella’s joyful laughter broke the spell, sending him scrambling while the crowd roared their approval. They hooted and hollered, applauding the show.

Carefully lowering her to the ground, Cole took a knee and kissed her gloved hand. Bella gazed down at him in wonder as though she didn’t quite believe he was real.

“What? How?” She cried, pulling him to his feet. “Where did you learn–”

“Granny says I’m her favorite dance partner.” He shrugged. “What can I say? The old gal has moves.”

“You’re impossible!’ Bella shook her head in defeat, “Lifting me like that…”

“It wasn’t difficult. You’re not nearly as heavy as you think. Except for where it counts. Personally, I can’t wait to get my paws on you again.” Cole curled his fingers into claws, eyebrows waggling suggestively.

She blushed at his antics. “Like I said, impossible!”

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The tunes settled into a more intimate vibe, still peppy and upbeat for the party, yet gentle.

Cole and Bella swayed on the dancefloor, lost in each other's presence. Their bodies pressed tight, heedless of the world around them.

Occasionally, another couple or small group of revelers would stop to compliment their impromptu show. They simply nodded in thanks, not missing a step.

“I liked it when you called me angel.” Bella murmured, resting her head on his shoulder. “Wouldn’t object if you did it again.”

“You are an angel, though you dance like the devil with his shoes on fire.”

They chortled together. It felt natural, easy, Bella in his arms like that’s where she belonged.

“Um, sorry to intrude.” An apprehensive voice squeaked. Vivian was there, arms tucked nervously into her sides to avoid the swirling dancers. “I, ah, wanted to request a dance… with Cole. May I cut in?”

They paused, and Cole glanced between the inky-haired coed and Bella, who stared into the crowd behind him. She frowned for a split second, glaring at something before visibly brightening.

“We’d love for you to join us, Vivian.” She beamed, taking her hand. “The more the merrier. I believe Cole is quite adept at handling multiple partners.”

“Oi,” He protested.

“I-I don’t dance much. Not like the two of you.” Vivi confessed, shuffling nervously. “Maybe this wasn’t such a g-good idea…”

“Nonsense. Mustering courage is the first step.” Bella pulled her closer. “Dancing is about expression. There’s no wrong way to do it. However, if you want a few pointers, follow my lead.”

“Umm, okay…”

She trembled like a frightened rabbit when they brought her into their embrace. After a minute of slow dancing, shifting in small circles, Cole felt Vivi relax.

“This… this is kinda nice. Sorry again.” She stammered. “You’re both very talented. Everyone’s super impressed by your dancing.”

“Not everyone, it would seem.” Bella muttered, barely loud enough to be heard.

“Pardon?” Vivian asked.

Suddenly, the music changed to a more energetic track. A big band jazz tune from the 1940s that Cole knew well, Benny Goodman’s “Sing Sing Sing” remastered to an electronica beat.

Couples rushed the floor at the signature drum intro, hopping and whooping when the brass section kicked off.

“Remember, foreplay begins on the dance floor and copy me!” Bella yelled to a terrified Vivian.

Cole gave the petrified wallflower a reassuring wink, his feet tapping and fingers snapping in time as she was towed away.

The volume was deafening. Cole could feel the bass in his chest. Bella shouted further instructions in Vivi’s ear, who nodded hesitantly.

They faced each other across a short span of space. Cole swung side to side, his stance open and inviting, polished shoes hammering out the rhythm.

The girls moved, not entirely in sync–Vivian’s gaze kept darting to Bella–but near enough. They twirled towards him, hands twining in the air and skirts flaring to flash their shapely legs.

Cole caught their pirouetting forms, a flower on each outstretched arm. They melted against him.

He first pulled Bella in a sweeping dip, broadcasting the move for Vivi, who would be next. She gasped as the limber redhead trilled with delight, then squeaked when he did the same to her.

Every eye remained on them. Cole could sense the attention–the fixation of their audience weighing him down.

He didn’t care. The music blasted like a hurricane, buoying their spirits as Cole spun both girls simultaneously.

Releasing them once the clarinet solo started, Bella and Vivi kicked up their high heels, shimmying like a pair of prohibition-era flappers, gyrating those voluptuous, awe-inspiring figures.

They glided towards him, lashing the air with their arms as though whipping him. Cole danced backward, engaging in some fancy footwork. The audience laughed and clapped at their antics.

With a wicked grin, Bella seized Cole and shoved him towards Vivi, who had **** but to catch him. He pretended to fall onto the panicked coed, regaining his balance at the last second to lift her in a cowboy carry, rotate, and settle her safely on the dance floor with a flourish.

She stared at him, astonished, and would have stumbled without his steadying hand on her hip.

“Wait here.” He silently mouthed.

She nodded, flushed to the gills, and swayed with the rhythm. Cole whirled to face Bella, only to find her already on top of him.

The mad woman was spinning like a top in a ballet move he couldn’t name. In a feat of inhuman grace, she’d closed the short distance like greased lightning and launched herself at him.

“Oh, shit!”

On pure instinct, Cole caught Bella’s waist and pulled her to his side. She clasped her hands behind his neck and lifted her heels, so she swung like a pendulum, never touching the floor.

The redhead cackled as Cole bent to throw her over his back and hooked his elbow under her knees in the **** swing-dancing save. He heaved, and she reoriented mid-air like an acrobat, straightening to land featherlight in his embrace.

No sooner had Bella’s feet rediscovered solid ground than she resumed her offensive. Eyes blazing with passion and lips panting, she pressed Cole into Vivian. The generously endowed knockout reacted by pushing back. Her lush cleavage smooshed against his jacket as they formed a Cole sandwich just as the music reached its peak, then ended.

The onlookers exploded with raucous calls of “Bravo!” and thunderous applause. Flowers stolen from table settings showered from above, white roses falling like thorny snowflakes.

Cole could feel Vivian shaking, her arms locked around him and Bella, laughing gleefully.

“Thank you. Oh, thank you both!” She babbled, hugging them tighter. “That was… that was… Words can’t describe it! I’ve never… not in my wildest dreams…”

Bella expressed her admiration by snaking a hand between their bodies to latch onto Cole’s burgeoning bulge and gently squeeze. He instantly stiffened in her fondling fingers.

“You better not tease a girl with moves like that, then leave me hanging, hot stuff.” She growled throatily. “Especially after thwarting those snooty bitches.”

Confused and aroused in equal measure, Cole glanced about until he spotted Tahlia, arms crossed defiantly under her breasts, scowling at them. Her sister, Esperanza, had a more calculating expression, a forefinger resting on her chin.

The puzzle pieces slotted into place.

Vivian’s out-of-the-blue appearance, asking for a dance. Bella’s protective response to the pair of bullies. The way she’d steered their dance to shield the painfully shy dormouse from humiliation.

Farrah stood off to the side, meeting Cole’s gaze with a bob of her head. She’d read the situation too and approved of their actions. Beside her, Ms Banks clapped, the mature vision of womanhood adding her voice to the catcalls and whistles.

Anger spiking his chest, Cole disentangled himself from Bella and Vivian, stalking towards the Barlas sisters. He must have looked furious, given how they puffed themselves at his approach, yet they stood their ground.

“Think that was funny, manipulating an innocent girl like that?” He snarled, fists balling. “What was the plan, huh? Throw her to the proverbial wolves and watch her be humiliated because you weren’t the center of attention. Well, news flash ladies, you failed, and neither of you is hot enough to get away with acting so petty.”

At first, they didn’t meet his glare, eyes glued on the outline of his semi shoved down a straining trouser leg. Esperanza muttered something in Spanish, licking her lips while Tahlia spluttered indignantly.

“You… How dare… You can’t speak to me like…” She flushed, turning up her nose. “Hmmph! I could have you anytime I wish. Not that I’d be caught dead with a beefcake like you.”

Esperanza chortled, tracing her lacquered fingernails down the deep valley of her bronzed cleavage, not hiding her interest.

“Se le va la fuerza por la boca.” She told Tahlia smugly.

”Mi boca debería ser la menor de tus preocupaciones.” Cole spat in return.

Both sisters gaped at him in shock before Esperanza broke into delighted laughter.

“Oh, mi Hermana Menor, you better make your move or I may steal him for myself.”

Cole couldn’t believe the egos of these women. He was about to say more when a gentle hand landed on his shoulder. Bella stepped in, molding her dynamite figure to his side and looping a possessive arm around his waist.

“I’m afraid my date’s dance card is full this evening.” She sniffed, broadcasting disdain. “And he has the highest of standards. A couple of knock-off Kardashians probably wouldn’t make the cut. We were just leaving. Please, enjoy the rest of the gala.”

As Bella swept him away, Cole was relieved to see Vivian chatting animatedly with Farrah, who smiled indulgently at the excited introvert. He felt the stares following them. Several attendees smiled and waved as they passed, heading for the exit.

They were almost home free, out of the spotlight and public eye, when Bella made Cole jump by grabbing his ass.

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