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“Which I am,” he interjects with a smile.
I roll my eyes. “Right. If you’re going to keep her locked in your room all night, then I’m taking what I can get right now. You coming?”
“Nah, you boys have fun. Luca just texted me. They should be here any minute.”
Nodding, I make my way toward their spot on the dance floor. Before I even reach them, her eyes find mine, and she reaches out her hand. I clasp it in mine and let her pull me in. “Took you long enough.”
“Sorry, Angel. Not much of a dancer. I was having fun watching you, though.”
She runs her hands up my chest and laces them around my neck. Mac’s hands are still firmly wrapped around her waist. “I forgot to say it before, but thank you for the dress. It’s beautiful.”
“You’re welcome. But trust me, it’s just as much for us as it is for you.”
She tilts her back to look up at me, letting it rest against Mac’s chest. “I thought as much.” I bend down and slant my mouth over hers, and she lets out a loud moan, completely ignoring the stares from the people around us. Yeah, she’s definitely feeling good. “I don’t even know why I bothered with lipstick.”
“Neither do I, Mo Grá,” Mac answers as he sweeps the hair off her shoulder. “You have three boyfriends who want your mouth on theirs 24/7. Lipstick isn’t bound to last long.” Mac nips at the skin on her shoulder while I continue to explore her mouth with mine.
“Mmmm,” she mumbles against my lips, “I suppose there are worse problems to have.”
The music picks up its pace as it changes to “Don’t Tell ‘Em” by Jeremih. Mac and Harper’s dancing automatically matches the beat of the music, forcing my hips to move in time with theirs. The faster Harper’s hips roll against me, the harder my cock grows. I’d be willing to bet that by the way Mac is now feasting on Harper’s neck, he’s having the same problem.
Maybe if I murder Ronan . . .
The longer the three of us dance, the more people stop to stare, and for a moment, I’m worried Harper will be embarrassed. Neither Ronan, Mac, nor I give a shit what people think of us. We’ve shared women in the past and have never been embarrassed about it. Anyone who knows who we are knows better than to comment or pass judgment. The way our relationship works is nobody’s business, and if they don’t like it, they can fuck right off. But Harper isn’t used to being in the spotlight. She’s lived her entire life under the radar while simultaneously dreaming of the most conventional relationship possible. I know she loves and wants to be with all three of us, but doing it in the privacy of our own home is drastically different than being open about it in public.
However, as the three of us continue to dance, she doesn’t give any of the onlookers a second glance. Either she’s too buzzed to notice or doesn’t care.
Noticing me glaring at the people staring, she grabs my face and pulls it back down to hers. “I don’t care,” she says, just low enough to hear her above the music. “Let them stare. Kiss me.”
Not giving it a second thought, my mouth finds hers again. The taste of rosé hits my tongue as my mouth devours hers. Still swaying to the beat of the music, Mac wraps his hand around her front and slides it up until it’s resting on her breasts. She bites my bottom lip as he gives one nipple a firm pinch. My hands move down Harper’s sides until they reach the bare skin of her thighs. I take the hem of her dress between my fingers and slide it up ever so slightly, just enough that her pussy is barely covered.
When my pointer finger comes in contact with her bare cunt, already soaking wet for me, I rip my lips from hers. “Harper, where the hell are your panties?”
Mac laughs behind her, “Oh, hell yeah.”
A devious smile takes over Harper’s face. “Velvet and panty lines don’t mix.”
I lightly wrap my hand around her neck, and she inhales a sharp breath. “Panty lines, huh? No other reason?”
“Maybe one other reason.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Luca and his guys approach Ronan at our table, and he finally pulls his eyes away from us dancing. I’m normally not one for exhibitionism, especially when it comes to Harper. I don’t want anyone else seeing what’s mine—what’s ours. But right now, I really am starting to not give a fuck. And with Ronan not paying attention, now is the perfect time. There is no way in hell he would let me do what I’m about to do.
“What big brother doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Mac says with the same sinister grin as Harper. Mac and I silently communicate and slowly move to the edge of the dance floor, where it’s dark enough that no one will see what we’re doing.
“Put your face against Finn’s chest,” Mac instructs Harper. She does as she’s told and presses her face against my shirt, fisting the lapels of my jacket when Mac runs his tongue along her neck.
“You want me to play with this pretty pussy, Angel?” Slowly, I begin running my finger through her folds while Mac continues to kiss and suck along her neck. Harper nods against my chest. “You want us to make you come right here where everyone can see you?”
She lets out a wanton moan that’s loud enough to hear over the music. There’s no way I would let anyone else in this club see what she looks like when she comes, but fucking hell, does it only get me harder knowing that the possibility of someone seeing us turns her on.
I briefly push the tip of my index finger inside of her and feel her pussy clench around it, trying to pull it in deeper. After only a second, I pull it back out and go back to teasing her. Mac takes her earlobe between his teeth, and her knees buckle. If we weren’t holding her between us, I’m sure she’d be a puddle on the floor by now. Mac looks at me through hooded eyes. “I take that as a yes.”
“You want it?” I ask as I press the pad of my pointer finger firmly against her clit.
“Yes. Yes, I want it. Now.” The sound of Harper’s begging as she looks up at me is enough to make me come in my pants if I’m not careful.
“My needy little slut. God, you’re so pretty when you beg.” I sink two fingers into her pussy and immediately find the sensitive tissue, wanting her to come as fast as possible. I wrap my opposite hand around the back of her head and push her face back into my chest just in time for her to let out another loud moan. It’s loud enough that Mac and I can hear, but no one else can over the music.
