They sat there awkwardly for a minute, sipping their wine until Dean finally said, "Why don't we go out? I don't feel like sitting around the house. It's Labor Day weekend and we're in the Hamptons. We should go to a club."

"I don't think I have anything to wear to a club. I just brought relaxing clothes with me. I was in so much of a hurry to get packed."

"Well I'll text my aunt and see if she cares if you wear one of her dresses from her closet," Dean said, getting out his phone. She noticed his hands were a little shaky and unsteady still. She felt the same way. Just looking at him made the spot between her legs throb and she squeezed her thighs tight to stop it from happening.

"She said it's fine and you can wear any of her dresses. She said just hang it up in the bathroom when you're done so she can send it out for dry cleaning."

"Ok."

She walked into his Aunt's huge walk-in closet and it looked like something from a magazine. It was a girly-girl's dream. Too bad she wasn't one. She went through dress after dress and every one was short and low cut and sexy. Dean's Aunt was a smoke show and she wasn't afraid to flaunt it.

She went with the most modest one she could find, a little black asymmetrical dress that was tight and low cut enough that she was in real danger of the girls falling out and short enough that she might flash her underwear getting in and out of the car. She walked out into the kitchen where she found Dean wearing a pair of nice dark jeans and a crisp white button up with the sleeves rolled up and shiny dress shoes. He looked effortlessly hot as always.

Normally his hotness didn't affect her but now her face flushed at the sight of him, involuntarily picturing how perfect his chiseled naked body was under those clothes. He was sitting at the bar typing away on his phone when he looked up at her. There was a hint of something in his eyes as they slowly traced up her body that made the spot between her legs tingle and her insides ache.

He swallowed hard and stood up, shoving his phone in his pocket and grabbing his suit jacket off the back of the chair close by.

"Ready?" he asked. "Our Uber's outside."

They always took an uber when they went out and planned to drink.

"Ummm. Yeah," she nodded. Things felt a little tense and awkward between them now. I mean what did she expect? How could she have thought they could do something like that and carry on as if it was no big deal.

In the back seat of the car there was a gap between them and Dean was staring out the window. Berkley looked over at his full lips and a memory of how good those lips felt on hers flashed through her mind. Then she thought about how his tongue had made her cry out and that led to her thinking about how good he felt inside her.

That made her wet and tingly all over again. She cleared her throat and looked away, clamping her legs together tightly and trying to get those images out of her head. She wondered how long it was going to take her to forget about it and for things to go back to normal between them.

When they got to the club, Dean opened her door for her and put his hand on the small of her back as he lead her inside. Normally that small touch would have no effect on her but now, it was so intense she could almost moan. That thought made her laugh at herself as they walked towards the open door of the dark club with thumping hip hop music playing.

"ID's please," the huge bouncer next to the door said, and he stamped both of their hands with the under 21 stamper as Dean handed him the money to pay for their entry fees.

He put his hand on the small of her back again as he led her inside the dark room and she swore that she could literally melt right there into a puddle on the floor. She wanted to just throw her arms around his neck and kiss his mouth and drag him into the bathroom so she could have her way with him.

She knew if Dean knew how she was feeling he would say I told you so and then he would think she was another desperate crazy, clingy girl that got too attached to him after sex. That was the last thing she wanted him to see her as.

He slipped a packet out of his back pocket and ripped it open, pulling out a special type of alcohol wipe that he had discovered a couple years ago could get rid of the under 21 hand stamp. He wiped his off and then hers and said, "Let's go get a drink."

He went up to the bar and threw down a few bills and said "Can I have 8 shots of tequila please?"

"Sure thing cutie," the hot female bartender said, with a smile and a wink. She had long, full blonde hair and her top was so low cut her boobs were practically right in his face as she leaned over the bar towards him. She was giving him the look. The one that said, you can take me home and tie me up and do anything you want to me.

The bartender watched him down two shots with a sexy smirk on her face, while she undressed him with her eyes, looking at him like a piece of Grade A meat. A pang of jealousy hit Berkley and she was about to scream at her to stop looking at her man that way but then she remembered Dean was only her friend. She didn't own him and he could hook up with anyone he wanted. The thought of him hooking up with another woman now made her insides hurt. She desperately needed a drink. Berkley went up to the bar next to him and grabbed a shot and threw it back.

"We're gonna need a lot more of these," she said, taking a second one and drinking it down.

"Whoa there," he laughed. "This is some really strong tequila. If you don't want me to have to carry you out of here later I suggest you slow down. You know you're a lightweight," he said, taking another shot.

"Just one more and I'll stop," she told him, grabbing the third one and drinking it down just as fast, feeling the burn down her throat.

"Dude. You're gonna be trashed," he said, shaking his head as he took his third shot too.

"I already have a Dad. I don't need another one," she said, leaning in very close to his face, almost touching his lips, staring into his eyes as she slyly slipped a hand around behind him and grabbed a fourth shot, tipping it back before he had a chance to stop her.

His jaw dropped in shock that she had just tricked him.

Right then Post Malone - WOW came on and the bass thumped right through her and her body started moving to it.

"I need to dance. I'll catch up with you later," she said, leaning in and kissing his cheek before turning around and walking away.

The club was packed because of it being Labor Day weekend and there were people filling up the dance floor and every table and bar around the place and even the second floor VIP section overlooking the dance floor was full. This club wasn't like normal ones. This one was in the Hampton's which meant it was full of extremely wealthy, young people that were hot and ready to get drunk and have some fun. The atmosphere in this place was buzzing and electric tonight.

She made her way out to the center of the dance floor and raised her arms above her head and just started swaying her hips to the music. She closed her eyes and let the music move through her. She felt someone come up behind her and she smelled a rugged cologne right before she felt a hand wrap around her waist.

"Do you mind if I dance with you sweetheart?" he whispered into her ear. Feeling the tickle of his breath on her neck gave her a shiver. She turned around to face him and saw a guy in his mid 20's, dressed so preppy that he looked like he belonged to a fancy yacht club.

Berkley had seen plenty of those types of guys around the fishing piers her Dad took her to growing up. He had shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes and he was tall and looked thin but athletic.

"Sure. You can dance with me handsome," she said with a smile. The tequila was giving her confidence she didn't normally have. He stepped forward and put his hands on her waist and pulled her body against him as they started bouncing to the beat of the music.

He looked down at her bouncing chest and said, "You have a beautiful body."

"Thank you," she said softly.

She looked over and noticed Dean dancing not too far away with a hot blonde with what looked like huge fake boobs. She was turned around with her back to him, grinding her butt against his crotch.

He was looking down at her and then suddenly he looked up right at Berkley and his eyes locked onto hers and her face flushed red because she had been caught watching him. She looked back at the guy she was dancing with and she pulled him closer and put her mouth on his. He tasted like mint and bourbon and he responded by slipping his tongue into her mouth like he wanted to eat her face.

She turned her back to him and put her arms up around his neck, pushing her butt out to grind against his crotch. He responded with a throaty groan, kissing her neck and grabbing onto her hips, pressing against her.

Suddenly she was yanked away from him by Dean and he said, "We're leaving" as he pulled her towards the door.