“Can’t it be both? Likeyouprefer?”
A startled gasp left Flint. Now that he knew his friend had the hots for him, the ball was truly in his court. I just hoped he picked the damn thing up.
I pulled a towel out of my bag and whipped it around me. Not to hide anything—far from it, I was loving the attention—but the evening air had grown a little cooler.
“Someone’s prepared,” Flint murmured, glancing down at his white shirt, now soaked and clinging to his wet muscles.
“I’m always prepared. But, I have to admit, I like how this looks on you….” I pressed a hand to his chest. I could feel his heart racing beneath my palm, sending a surge of power and lust straight to my core.
“Thanks.” He whispered, his voice hoarse and those brooding eyes of his piercing directly into my soul.
“Yeah, the wet t-shirt look suits you,” Jack smirked behind me.
I was expecting an eye-roll from Flint. Or a sarcastic comment. Or anything that might shut his friend down. What I was not expecting was the chemistry between them to be as intense as it was between us.
“Thanks.” He repeated, holding Jack with the same intense gaze he’d just struck me with.
I didn’t dare say a thing. To interrupt whatever it was that was going on between them. I simply wanted to be there when Flint made that discovery, if he was brave enough to take that plunge.
“So, are we all ready for some dancing?” Jack pushed his way between us, hooking our arms and dragging us toward the bushes leading to where Sofia and the others were waiting.
“I’m afraid I’m not much of a dancer. You know that, Jack.”
“Yeah, but I’m hoping Sage here is so good it’ll distract from your terrible moves and mine!”
“That’s a lot of pressure, guys.” I leaned into Jack, enjoying the warmth and firmness of his body against mine.
“Oh, I think you’ll be able toriseto the challenge. Just like Flint, right?” He snickered, Flint shook his head, and I wondered what might lie in store for all of us under the lights and loud music
****
Unfortunately, Jack wasn’t lying. Flint wasn’t much of a dancer. But I didn’t care. The fact that he was willing to get up on the dance floor at all and join Jack and me in making fools of ourselves spoke volumes about how far he was pushing his comfort zone tonight. I only hoped his courage would continue into whatever we all got up to afterward.
The music throbbed throughout me as I danced with both of them, our inhibitions fading under the flashing lights. The placewas packed, sweaty, and the whole thing felt like the last days of Rome. Good. I was more than up for some hedonism.
Despite the invite from the group and all the other people here, it felt like there was a bubble surrounding the three of us. I couldn’t explain it any other way, but it was like we were lost in our own little world. The only trace of anything else was the lights and sounds, but even they were merely a background to whatever was happening between us.
Flint kept stealing awkward glances at Jack, who was lapping every one of them up. If I were feeling more insecure, I might even be a little jealous, but I knew what was up. Flint was questioningeverything.
I knew he was attracted to me.Heknew he was attracted to me. What he didn’t know, what he couldn’t make head or tail of, were his burgeoning feelings for his friend. I made sure to give him enough space to think while still dancing as close as possible to both of them.
Jack was having no trouble letting go. His moves weren’t any better than Flint’s, but it was clear he had fewer inhibitions. Why wouldn’t he? He was into both of us, had admitted as much, and was simply waiting to see how things panned out.
Was his ‘wait and see’ approach the best one to take? I wasn’t so sure. Flint wanted to do something, was desperate for it, but was unwilling to be the one to instigate it. Thankfully, I was feeling dangerous and ready for anything. I’d already stripped off in front of them; what barriers were even left to be embarrassed about?
I moved closer to Flint, trading my regular dance moves for straight-up grinding against him. It immediately did the trick.
He pulled me closer, his powerful arms wrapping around me while Jack watched everything unfold with a wide grin. I let out a loudwhoopand ground into him harder.
His thighs felt good against my aching, desperate pussy. Firm enough to give me a good amount of friction, but not nearly enough stimulation through so many layers of clothing. I wondered if he was as hard as I was wet. If this extended build-up, this non-stop teasing, was driving him as insane as it was me.
Staring deep into his eyes, I got my answer. There was a feral look there, lurking behind his awkward facade. I’d seen that look before when seducing a man, but I’d never tire of it. Part of me wanted to give in right here and now, to beg him to throw me over his shoulder like a caveman, drag me back to his cave, and fuck me senseless.
But there was another part, anewpart, that was loving how in charge I was. I’d never felt so powerful, so in control, and yet so recklessly out of control.
Grinding against him harder for a moment longer, I pulled away suddenly and grabbed Jack.
Flint’s face was a picture of shock as I gave his friend the same treatment, but there was something still there burning bright in his eyes. If I didn’t know better, I would say he was enjoying it and not jealous at all.
