Dana rubbed her shoulder blades against his chest as they moved with the rhythm of the music. One hand was lying on her stomach, with the other he held hers. They'd danced together before in the club house, but never on Latin American music, which was much more sensual than the rock songs they usually listened to. She looked over her shoulder. The smile on his face was gold. Like every time she saw it, her heart seemed to falter. She wouldn't be surprised if it would cause her death one day. 

He turned her around, until they were standing face to face. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Well, your hips are pretty flexible for such a bad ass biker." She wondered if he'd danced like this before. She couldn't see his brothers doing it. 

"Must be my Puerto Rican roots," he grinned. 

"So it seems. Juan Carlos," she continued with a smirk, letting the "r" roll so it sounded more Spanish. 

A dark, lustful glow showed up in his eyes, even though it could also be the reflection of her own glance. Again he turned her 180 degrees and pulled her back against his chest again. His hand was now lying a bit lower on her stomach, his fingers tips touching her pubis, but not so low others would find it disturbing. 

Dana felt the desire for him rise again, especially when his waist rubbed her behinmd and his lips trailed kisses from her shoulder to her neck. 

"You're so hot," he whispered in her ear. "I'm an idiot for taking you to a place with so many other people."

Her hand glided across his and pushed it a little bit down. "That's what's turnin' me so on."

It was no lie. It caused a tension, as if they were doing some sneaky thing, looking for the outer limits of what was appropriate. 

"It's turning you on? Damn, I don't know how much longer I can control myself."

She chuckled. "You want me to take control of your little friend?"

As some sort of warning, he bit her neck. 

She giggled. "I think I'm already looped. Must be the heat."

"Or they put more alcohol in the mixers here. Maybe we should try another one."

Dana rubbed up against him a bit more, feeling his erection pressing against her bottom. "You mean you need a break?" 

She felt his hot, heavy breathing against her skin. "Fuck Dana, I'm serious. You're so fucking hot. You barely have to touch me and all I can think of is how it feels to be inside you. I love you so fucking much."

Hearing his husky voice made the hairs on her arms rise. She hadn't seen him tipsy often, in Charming he'd always been sober because of Maddox. It was clear fucking was his favorite word at the moment – and without a doubt also his favorite activity. She chuckled. "Fine, let's grab a drink to cool off. Even though I'm always in for sex in new places, the toilets are too gross here."

She stuck out her tongue as she saw his wronged face. It wasn't disappointment, rather indignation because of the suggestion he would ask something like that from her. 

. . .

They stayed in the club for some time, dancing and kissing and drinking, until they both craved for fresh air and decided to take a walk down the beach. Dana had hooked an arm around Juice's because he could no longer walk straight ahead, even though she let him believe she was the one having trouble with that. 

And maybe she was. 

"I wouldn't mind to take a dip," she said after a while.

"Naked?"

His wide eyes and expectant smirk made her chuckle. He looked like a little child who couldn't believe he was about to get the present atop of his wish list. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him. "Yes, Juice. Naked..." She wriggled her eyebrows. 

It had been a while since she'd seen anyone around and even if someone walked by, she didn't mind much. It was dark, she knew no one here and as long as Juice was with her nobody would harass her.  

"Thank god," he muttered. "I thought you'd keep me waiting until we were home." He pulled his shirt over his head. 

"Hey, I was talkin' about swimmin', remember?"

She squeezed his side and he turned away laughing, his head and elbows still trapped in his shirt. He tripped over his feet and fell in the sand. Laughing, Dana looked at him. "Maybe I should go alone. I can see you drown in this state."

"Hell no. I gotta protect you from grabby mermen. And sharks." He finally succeeded in freeing his head and dropped his shirt on the ground. His pants and boxers followed. 

Dana whistled as her glance wandered across his body. Of course she'd seen it many times before, but the moonlight made it look different. Hell, what a great body did he have. She quickly stepped out her dress and underwear, no longer willing to wait until she could feel his skin against hers. 

Clinging to him, she kissed him passionately. She let out a yelp as he lifted her up and carried her into the water. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. Only after a few steps Juice lost his balance and they fell in the water. The cold shook her, and she clung to Juice's warm body again. 

"Holy fuck, it's so cold." She shivered. Her arms were hanging over his shoulders. "You better warm me up."

Right when Juice wanted to answer, a huge wave hit them, making them fall again. Dana grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the beach, but the sand that was gliding back tugged at their legs until they stumbled again. 

"Man, swimming really was a bad idea."

"Nah, we just have to go through the surf." He pulled her with him, deeper into the water. Dana squeezed his hand, suddenly wondering if this was really a good idea. Before she could object, they however got through it. For some reason Dana felt scared now she could no longer feel the sand beneath her feet and treading water she hung around Juice's neck.

"Hey, we're fine." Juice looked confused. 

Dana wasn't surprised he'd sensed her fear so easily.  "Maybe we should stay close to the shore," she said, a bit ashamed. "Since we're not sober at all."

Juice studied her face before he kissed her. "Relax baby. We're already floating to the shore." He winked while holding her.

Dana kept feeling tensed until they were back on the beach. There she burst into a nervous laugh. "Damn, I'm such a hero." They sat down in the wet sand. The water still glided past them, but it had lost its force. 

"That's where I come in. Do I get a reward, now I've saved you?"

She chuckled at the sight of his naughty grin, bringing her face closer to kiss his cheek. "This enough?"

"Hell no."

Dana pouted her lips. "I don't know how else to thank you. Maybe you should claim your reward yourself."

It started with a kiss, a salty kiss. Slowly Juice hovered over her while she lowered down on the sand. She sighed against his lips as his fingers wiped the drops from her breasts and belly, lower and lower, until they slid inside her.

"Well, my heroic actions certainly have impressed you," he teased as he discovered how ready she was for him. 

"Shut up." Her answer turned into a moan as two of his fingers hit her deep, making her long for the rest of him. Her lips distracted him from any other words he'd wanted to say. 

Above their heads their fingers intertwined as he entered her. Softly moaning Dana moved her hips so he could get deeper. She squeezed his hands as he slid in and out her painfully slowly. 

"Oh Dana... this feels so good. So fucking good," he whispered. "Oh this feels so fucking gooood."

The sped of his thrusts increased. Dana tilted her head back. Her body moved with him as he filled her, completed her. Man, she loved this man. So much. That was all she could think of, as his lips wandered down her neck and he kept moving inside her. 

"Holy fuck," he grumbled, breathing heavily. "I'm already about to come. Sorry."

Despite the building up of her own ecstasy which kept her from thinking straight, she laughed. She could see him telling her various stories while having sex, it was clear the alcohol didn't make a silent lover of him. 

"Then come baby," she whispered, smiling, caressing his cheek. She softly sucked his bottom lip while he surrendered to his passion. "I love you, Juan Carlos," she told him, knowing that would make him tumble over the edge. 

"Oh fuck," he groaned as his body started to shake. "Oh I fucking love you, Dana. I swear I..." The sentence was cut off by a moan that seemed to come from deep within. 

Dana's muscles contracted as she felt how he emptied himself inside her. It gave her a bizarre, fizzy feeling. It wasn't the first time she'd made out without protection, but most of those times were at least a year ago and she never had been so aware of the difference as she was now, with Juice, even though it neither was their first time. 

Juice's body relaxed again. He raised himself a little, stroking her lip with his thumb. Grains of sand stayed behind. He stared at her. She had the feeling he wanted to say something, but couldn't find the right words and for the first time this night he opted for silence. 

And sometimes, silence was also saying much.