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“A Dirty Dancing joke,” Draven mock gasps. “In a supper club?”

“You monster,” Ciaran laughs.

My giggle has them all sigh happily, and we order together as the waiter comes by.

The jazz band comes on stage fifteen minutes later, making my skin vibrate as the notes escape into the air. I really do love music, the way it makes me feel, and the lightheaded feeling I get as I’m swept away by the excitement.

“Will you dance with me?” Ciaran asks, his lips pressed to my ear.

My gaze moves to the dance floor to see there are others already there, and I nod as I hand Draven my purse to hold for me. Ci leads me out, his arms enveloping me to remind me I’m safe within them. So much can change in what feels like a blink of an eye.

These hands used to torment me, but now they hold space for me to be myself instead. I can feel the slight tension there waiting to lift me in case I need it, while his hips guide me as we dance.

I grin up at him because he moves well, and he leans down as if sharing a secret with me.

“The wellness center at my university offered dance lessons, and our coach made us take them,” he explains, amusement in his voice. “He said it would help us in life, and I thought the man was insane. Look at me now.”

“You have moves,” I murmur.

My hips naturally sway as the band plays and the singer tells us about nights spent twisted between the sheets. I don’t know that I ever would have thought to come here on my own, but I’m glad they planned this.

Alastair steals me from Ciaran as the next song begins, and I melt into his body as he moves into a slower rhythm.

“You’re too far away,” he grins. “I couldn’t wait any longer to come to you. Watching you is driving me insane. I don’t think there’s anything you can’t do. Draven is rock hard under the table and suffering.”

I blush at his words, biting my lip as I feel myself begin to get wet at his words.

“I told him he has to get through dinner and then we’ll talk about what we’ll do about his little problem.”

“It’s not that little,” I hiss with wide eyes.

Alastair chokes off his inappropriate laughter, shaking his head as he presses a kiss to my temple.

“Minx. Please don’t mention the size of our boyfriend’s dick in public. I won’t be able to behave.”

Alastair seems to notice the second my energy begins to flag and leads me back to the table. Draven pulls me into his lap to snuggle me, and I shift as his cock presses into my ass.

“Oh, I didn’t notice that was there,” he mumbles. “The food is coming out soon. We’re all trying not to kiss you. Alastair said we can’t fuck up your lipstick.”

I couldn’t find my “I have four boyfriends” transfer proof lipstick. I don’t think one exists, but I’m willing to go on the hunt for one in order to be able to enjoy being kissed again in public.

“I guess you’ll have to wait,” I say wistfully, rubbing my nose against his as he whimpers adorably.

“You’re making yourself feel worse,” Ciaran teases Draven, helping me into my seat.

“I think it’s still worth it,” he grunts. “My cock might break off.”

I shake my head with a smile, though my eyes widen as the waiter chooses that moment to bring us our appetizers. I’m not sure if he heard or not, but his lips are twitching something fierce.

The band plays through dinner, which is delicious. Every bite is really perfect, and I’m impressed. This place is an experience.

“I’m Carmichael, the owner. How are you enjoying things?”

I turn to glance at him, feeling full and very happy. I have my fan angled at my face, and he’s nice enough not to make a big deal about it.

“Everything was amazing,” Alastair admits. “This is quite a place you have here. We wanted to take our girl out for a nice night, and you more than delivered.”

I can’t help but flush as he claims me in public. A part of me knows all the safety precautions for why they’re so careful, but the tiny, insecure girl inside of me doesn’t want to be a secret. I appreciate that they want to give me my privacy, yet our son has very loud views on where that line ends.