Page 248 of Barinov

“Here we go,” I groan, dragging a hand down my face.

“One,” Bella continues, lowering her voice. “We lose the shirts.”

“Take it off!” August roars behind us.

Bella barks out a laugh as she drops Dad’s shirt to the ground. “And two. We touch you. You don’t touch us. Otherwise…” She trails off, glancing over her shoulder at me. “Your son might have an issue.”

“Hands off, Dad!” I yell over the chaos.

Dad raises both hands like he’s being arrested. Then the fucker leans back with a smirk as if he’s never been more ready for anything in his life.

“If you can promise to be good, Dan,” Bella says, standing slowly and brushing her body off his lap with an exaggerated flair. “We won’t tie your hands. Sound fair?”

Dad nods and just gets more comfortable in my damn chair.

Cade leans in. “Like father, like son.”

I elbow him, but I can’t stop the laughs from coming either. Bella gives me a little wink as she and the girls strike their starting poses.

Knox switches the lights to the deep Hollow-Kings-red he uses for fight nights at The Pit and lets Talk Dirty begin.

“Fucking shit,” I mutter, already bracing myself.

Zeke leans over and whispers something into Marisol’s ear that pulls a laugh and an “OMG, no babe!” out of her mouth, but I’m too focused on my girl about to give my Dad a lap dance to care.

The girls begin their sexy as sin routine, dancing around Dad’s chair. Hips swirling and fingers teasing him all one by one.

Bella of course, steps forward first. She struts straight up to my father and plants her ass in his lap like she was born for this stage. One arm slides around his shoulders as her hips roll in slow and dangerous circles. Her other hand drags across his bare chest, blood-red nails raking lightly down the muscle. She leans in so close he can probably taste her breath.

If he was stupid enough to try.

She rises and circles him like a panther, owning every inch of space around him like it was hers from the start.

Ellie’s up next. She swings one leg over him and faces the crowd, winking at Briggs. Little Whitmore grinds down like she’s auditioning for the Talk Dirty music video.

“Damn, it, El,” Briggs laughs under his breath, shifting his weight in his chair. Probably to adjust his dick without being noticed.

Been there, buddy.

And Daniel Barinov… the motherfucker looks smug as hell when Haley takes her turn. He tries not to smile too hard as Haley bounces on his lap next, but fucking fails.

Miserably.

Bella climbs right back onto his lap right before the song talks about conversations not being long but something else is. She drags her fingers slowly over his abs and winks while tugging at his belt.

Yeah. We all knew what my little minx meant by that shit.

Haley dances behind him and tangles her long fingers through his hair. Her curves slide over his back while the crowd absolutely loses it as Ellie hops back on.

“Your dad is probably so damn hard right now,” August says behind me, not even trying to be subtle.

Mom snaps her head toward him in a full death glare that’s so icy it could probably freeze lava. August just blows her a kiss and returns his eyes to the girls.

Cade leans over and brushes his lips against my ear. “August’s not wrong.”

I groan, slouching lower in my seat. “I’m never letting him live this down.”

When it’s Bella’s turn again, she kneels between Dad’s legs and trails her fingers up his thighs. Like she’s trying to claw into his soul. She flips her hair back once before dancing like sin incarnate. And when the damn song talks about tongues on necks—you fucking guessed it! Our goddamn girl trails her tongue up my father’s neck.