I’m not sure when it happened, but at some point, they conspired to seduce me.
A smile splits my lips as Keaton’s hands land on my hips. For once his sticks are missing, surprising me, but I know they have to be close by. He spins me around, so I’m facing him and our eyes meet.
That’s not the only thing you need to be reminded of, you need to learn what it’s like to dance with your men,he says with the way he smirks and lifts his eyebrow in a challenge. It’s easy to see their jealousy now. They didn’t like the way I danced with Darius in front of everyone. It’s somehow different from my backup dancer in their eyes.
Nash pastes himself to my back, I’m not sure he could get any closer, and moves his body. Mine instinctively follows his lead, my ass swaying across his hardening dick. His fingertips trail from my shoulders to my wrists where he grabs them tightly like cuffs.
Keaton moves a leg between mine until my pussy is pressed against him. I’m suddenly thankful I wore a skirt, but wish I’d been more spicy tonight and left behind the underwear. What a surprise that would’ve been for them.
My arms lift and Nash positions them so I’m holding on to Keaton, then he uses a finger to move my chin to the side. I spot Blake shifting the coffee table away from the couch before Nash is on me. His lip ring bites into my plump lip as we kiss, his tongue swiping against mine as Keaton’s hands roam over my body.
Another hand lands on me. It glides along my collarbone and up the column of my neck until it’s palming the side of my face. “My turn,” Blake instructs, guiding me from Nash’s mouth to his own.
A wave of arousal floods my panties, soaking them instantly. Any more and Keaton’s pants will get wet, too.
“Have room for one more?” Nash whispers, not having moved when Blake came in for the kiss. His breath brushes over our lips, pausing for a moment before coming in for threeway, sloppy lip action.
At this point, it’s hard to tell whose hand is where, but I’m guessing it’s Keaton who lifts my leg to wrap around his waist. Now his hard cock rubs against my clit as our bodies move to the music. Someone palms my tit, running their thumb in circles around my nipple.
Blake breaks away and Nash kisses along my neck, letting me stare forward with half lidded eyes at my drummer. His thumb swipes under my lip, removing a line of spit. “Gorgeous.”
“Let me help you with this,” Blake says, and a moment later, Nash’s shirt is removed between us.
“Good idea,” Nash grunts. His hands reach for the bottom of my shirt, and I lift my arms to help him remove it. Someone else unhooks my bra and strips my top half bare. Keaton reaches behind and grabs his tee, tugging it over his head to show off his chiseled chest.
I can’t help but stare and lick my lips. Damn, am I a lucky girl. I reach out to run my hands over his smooth skin, but he catches my wrists and lifts my arms above my head while rolling his hips so his cock head bumps against my clit.
A fresh wave of arousal hits my panties, and a whimper spills past my lips. My nipples tighten, and my clit pulses with need. Something about Keaton being dominant does it for me. I’m surprised it’s not triggering anything from my past.Probably because this is all about pleasure and mutual respect, a connection we’ve been forging for weeks. A relationship that I want, not something being forced against my will.
“Who do you belong to, Peaches?” Keaton asks, a wildness in his gaze as his eyes flick back and forth between mine.
“What has you so territorial tonight, big guy?” I cock my head to the side and buck my hips, wanting the sweet friction against my clit again.
He growls, and I feel Nash shaking his head before his body disappears. Keaton takes a step toward me, and I have to lower my leg if I want to remain standing. He doesn’t stop, though, backing me up until my calves bump against the couch.
“Let’s put it like this,” Nash starts as he follows behind and takes a seat on the couch next to me. “Darius has enough charm to tempt a nun, and he has his eyes on you. Shit, even I find him attractive, and I want to hate his guts.”
“You guys have nothing to worry about. I’d never choose someone else over what we’re building.” My heart thumps hard in my chest, a pain blooming that they’d even be worried about that happening. “You mean more to me than I have words to explain. The only thing missing is Tristan, and my heart is complete.”
“Shh, baby. Let’s not think of him right now,” Nash says, pressing a finger to my lips. “If we do, then I don’t think any of us will be up for this.” He gestures to indicate the sexual tension about to pop.
“You let us know if anything changes, okay?” Blake adds, watching me carefully.
I swallow, feeling the weight of my impending promise. “I will.”
“Answer,” Keaton demands, bringing my attention back to him and the question he asked. He presses my arms to the back of the couch, holding them there for a moment, telling me to notmove before he releases them. He reaches behind him and grabs his sticks from his back pocket.
The sight of them makes my pulse speed up, and my breath hitch in my chest. If my pussy wasn’t already soaked, that sight would do it. He spins one between his fingers, waiting for me to answer.
“Yours,” I pant in anticipation, thoughts of what he might do with his sticks this time flashing to mind. “I’m yours.”
“That’s right,” he rumbles, his eyes searing a path over my skin. After a moment of letting my admission sink in, he says, “Nash, panties.”
Thankfully, his friends are used to the limited talking and have learned to navigate through the minimal communication. Nash shifts from his spot and kneels before me, his fingertips causing a tingling sensation as they trace from my ankles along the inside of my knees and to my inner thighs. Then, he moves to the outside and grabs onto the edges of my panties.
He draws them down in an achingly slow pace, his gaze holding me in place and so freaking starved for me that it takes my breath away. He deftly untangles my panties from my high heels and winds them around his wrist before gliding his hands over my legs again and spreading them wide.
Blake scoots over and wraps his hand around my knee, dragging my leg over his to keep it there as he soothes his thumb back and forth. The way I’m held open has my skirt flipped up exposing me to the three of them. Nash moves to my other side, mirroring Blake and somehow it has me feeling like I’m even more exposed to Keaton.
