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“Ignore these fuckers, Kid, and bench those thoughts for later. We want to see you dance,” Dax says.
“Okay, it’s still pretty rough, but I’d appreciate your thoughts.”
Taking a deep breath, I stride over to the sound system, press play, then take up my position in the center of the studio. As the piano intro begins, I draw in a deep lungful of breath and allow my eyes to rove over each of my Breakers in turn.
Then I dance.
* * *
“What do you think?”I ask, my chest heaving as I remove my t-shirt and swipe at the sweat beading on my forehead.
“Pen, that was… Jesus, fuck!” Zayn exclaims, shaking his head in disbelief.
“What this donut meant is that Madame Tuillard was right to choose you. Titch, you blow our motherfucking minds. Dax, you okay, mate?” York claps Dax on the back, gripping his shoulder.
“What York said,” Dax mumbles, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Oh, thank God. I was a little worried it was too simple. The song just kinda led me on this one,” I say, running the t-shirt over the slick skin of my stomach. My sports crop top is drenched with sweat too, and without looking down I know my nipples are erect and are pushing against the material, given the way Xeno’s gaze keeps flicking from my face to my breasts. I can’t help it; my body reacts when I dance. Not only does dancing soothe me, keeping me sane when I need to work through my emotions, but at times like this, dancing lights me up. It turns me on, and when my four boyfriends are watching… Well, you get the picture.
“It was fucking perfect, Tiny. Just like you,” Xeno says as he climbs to his feet and removes his top, baring his chest to me.
“What are you doing…?” I ask, allowing my gaze to trail over his beautiful body. Even the guys look surprised. Well, Dax and Zayn do. York just looks like the cat that’s got the cream.
“Hell to the fuck, yes!” he exclaims, jumping up to remove his top too.
“What’s going on?” I ask, bewildered. “Are you… Are we…?”
“...About to fuck,” Xeno says, finishing my sentence for me. We lock gazes and I nod.
His grin widens as he brushes past me, his fingers grazing over my skin. “Stay right there, Tiny. I think you’ll enjoy this,” he says, as he strides towards the sound system and swaps out my mobile phone for his own.
“Enjoywhatexactly?”
“Come on lads, it’s been a while since we’ve danced to this track,” York says, giving Dax and Zayn a look that I can’t quite interpret. “The last time we did, Titch nearly had a heart attack, though she would never have admitted it at the time. I’m pretty sure that was the moment when she fell in love with our sorry arses.”
“Ohhh! I see where this is going.” Dax smirks, climbing to his feet, giving Zayn a look that has my insides turning to mush and my lady parts begging for attention.
“Fuck, yes!” Zayn jumps up and rips his top off. When Dax follows suit my cheeks flush an even deeper pink.
“Oh, shit…” I exclaim, the penny finally dropping as the track begins to play. I recognise the song instantly and my cheeks flush a furious red. I know exactly where they’re going with this. The memory of that night when we were kids instantly returns and I grow hot, feeling embarrassed for the girl I was. Second to the ‘tickle my pickle’ conversation, that night was cringeworthy not because of what the guys did, but because I had no idea how to handle the way they’d made me feel. We’d been drinking in the basement of Jackson Street, andTake Your Shirt Offby T-Pain had come on. The guys had danced for me, teased me with their dance skills and their hot bodies until my knickers had become wet and my skin as heated as it is now. They’d been oblivious to my reaction to them at the time. Not anymore.
“Sit,” Xeno demands, placing a chair behind me. He steps in front of me, close enough so that the backs of my legs hit the seat. Pressing his mouth against my ear he says, “That night, when we danced for you, Iknewhow turned on you were. I wanted you then, Tiny. So fucking much.”
Then he rests his hand against my shoulder and pushes me into the seat before dropping into a crouch before me, placing his hands on my knees. “We’re all grown up now. No need to hide how we feel, right?”
“Right,” I reply, biting my lip as he slides my legs open on the next beat, rises upwards and curls his fingers around the chair back, then gives me a motherfucking lap dance.
Instantly, my skin prickles with desire and my clit throbs as he slowly undulates his body before me in a sexy-as-fuck body roll. I watch with parted lips as his muscles ripple beneath his taut, smooth skin and I automatically raise my hand to his chest, wanting to touch him.
“No touching, Tiny. You know the rules,” he whispers, echoing the words he’d said to me as a kid. He’d teased me then, and he’s doing the same now. Fucker.
When I drag my gaze away from his crotch and up to his smiling face, I can’t help but lick my lips. He grins, dips down and quickly kisses me before stepping back and striding away. He high-fives Dax who is currently busting out moves alongside York and Zayn, the three of them grinning.
Jesus, I’m so fucking happy I could burst.
Dax strides towards me, his grey-green eyes ablaze with love and laughter. He stops a few feet away, turns his back to me, and I hold my breath because I remember this damn move. As a kid I literally forgot how to breathe. My reaction is no different now. With one final look over his shoulder, Dax winks then drops to one knee before flipping over into a backward roll, his legs wide before he straddles my legs, his arse grinding over my lap, the muscles in his arm and back flexing as he dances.
York whistles in encouragement, and Dax stands, turning to face me. “Hey, Kid,” he says, his voice low, deep. A sexy smile plays about his lips as he straddles my lap once more, his thick arms on either side of my head, his hands grasping the back of the chair as he girates his hips. Automatically, my hands press against his thighs, and unlike Xeno, he doesn’t tell me to stop. “This is harder for me, than it is for you.”
