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Kingston pulls back, lips curling in amusement. “Don’t pretend I’m the only one, princess.”
“Ugh!” Ainsley whines. “Seriously, guys. Gross. I don’t need to witness your foreplay.”
He crosses the room again, stopping just outside the doorway. “Get a move on. The guys are downstairs and the limo’s waiting out front.”
It takes me a few seconds to gather my wits before I’m following him and Ainsley down the curved staircase. When we reach the ground level, Bentley and Reed are standing there smiling, looking sexier than ever. Reed only has eyes for Ainsley, but Bentley makes no effort to conceal the fact that he’s drinking me in real slowly.
Bentley whistles. “Damn, baby girl. You look good.”
He’s also wearing a dark suit and looks just as delicious as Kingston in his. I bite my lip when Kingston stands next to Bentley, and now I have both of their gazes drilling into me. Dear Lord, the pheromones, or whatever they’re giving off, are potent.
Ainsley slips her hand through Reed’s crooked elbow as I join Kingston and Bentley.
I finger the lapel to Bentley’s suit jacket. “Looking pretty dapper there, Bent. You clean up well.”
He bends his elbow, but Kingston pulls me back before I can take Bentley’s proffered arm.
“Hey!” I gripe.
Bentley laughs and holds his palms out in the universal sign for chill the fuck out, dude.
Kingston leans into my ear and growls, “Don’t fucking test me right now. I’m already having a hard enough time knowing every asshole at that dance will be checking you out.”
I roll my eyes. “Stop being such a damn alphahole.”
Kingston runs the bridge of his nose up my neck, making my breath hitch. “Stop being so fucking stubborn and just do what I say.”
Well, now I want to do the exact opposite. You’d think he’d know by now how little I appreciate being bossed around.
I push off of Kingston and grab Bentley’s arm. “C’mon, handsome. Let’s get to that dance so you can spin me around the floor a few times.”
Bentley’s smile takes over his face. “Anything you say, baby girl.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
JAZZ
The homecoming dance is being held at a fancy hotel in downtown Los Angeles. Bentley and I walk into the ballroom arm-in-arm, much to Kingston’s annoyance. Screw him. If he wants to sulk like a child, I’m not going to let him ruin my night. It’s not only my birthday but this is also my first high school dance and now that I’m here, I plan on making the most of it.
My old school didn’t have money for things like this. There was no homecoming dance and prom wasn’t a big event because not many people had enough money to buy formal wear. It would’ve never been held in a five-star hotel like this. Hell, they barely had enough funding to decorate the school’s outdated gym. Spending the evening in a room that smelled like sweaty feet while dressed in clothing you couldn’t afford wasn’t all that appealing.
My eyes widen as I take in the space. The lighting is low with fairy lights on every available surface, glinting off the chandeliers up above. A large dance floor is surrounded by round tables adorned with white tablecloths and tall floral centerpieces. Along the side wall, there’re refreshments, and the back wall has a stage and DJ booth. It’s really pretty; the whole place has sort of an ethereal glow to it.
“C’mon, baby girl. Let’s dance.” Bentley drags me to the dance floor, not waiting for a response.
The tempo is fast, so we remain a respectable distance apart as we dance from one song to the next. Out of the corner of my eye, I occasionally spot Kingston leaning against the wall scowling, but I refuse to let him ruin this for me. Ainsley and Reed join in at one point and we switch partners for a bit until the DJ finally announces he’s slowly things down. Bentley pulls me close as Rihanna’s “Love on the Brain” begins belting through the speakers.
“You having fun, birthday girl?”
I nod. “I am.”
Bentley looks over my shoulder before sliding his hands perilously close to my ass. “Have I told you how fucking beautiful you look tonight?”
“You have.” I smile shyly. “More than once.”
Bentley leans down and nuzzles his nose against my cheek. “I meant it, and as fun as this has been, it looks like my dawg’s patience has snapped.”
Before I can ask any follow-up questions, I’m pulled out of Bentley’s arms into a solid chest. My body instantly recognizes who it’s up against. I have to stifle a moan at the feeling of his hard body pressed against mine. Bentley winks before walking away, leaving me at Kingston’s mercy. As Ri
