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Owen makes a humming sound before Ella gasps and grabs his arm. I’m not sure if she intends to hold him where he is or push him away. I lean in and kiss her hard, wanting to be part of her pleasure, even if I’m not the one with my fingers in her tight cunt.
She moans when I pry her lips open and plunder her mouth. The sound does nothing to help the steel pipe in my pants other than make pre-cum drip from me. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve been buried inside of her.
“No,” Ella holds out the whine as Owen’s hand reappears from underneath her dress. She glares at him and pouts, “You’re a fucking tease.”
Owen winks. “Learned from the best, little lamb.”
She huffs indignantly, but when he lifts her off his lip and stands before leading her out to the dance floor, she doesn’t protest. I’m not much of a dancer, but I fucking love watching her move. Her hips hypnotize me as she moves in time with the music.
We’re not the only ones checking her out. It pisses me off and makes me want to rip their eyes out, but it also fills me with an odd sense of pride. She’s fucking gorgeous. It’s clear to anyone with eyes.
She’s also ours.
Colt slams his whiskey back and gets up, grumbling something about too many eyes on her and being too far away before he stands and stalks to the dance floor. I can’t help but smirk at Colt. He was always an unfeeling bastard, but then Ella came into our lives and things changed.
He’s still the detached man he needs to be in order to do his job, but the man is soft as hell for our woman. I bet she could almost convince him to go to the nude beach. Almost.
I lean back in the chair and sip my whiskey. You don’t slam back Hammond Whiskey when there’s a good show to entertain you. And Ella sandwiched between my brothers while her hips flow with the music?
It’s a damn good show.
CHAPTER 6
ELLA
Dancing pressed between two of my men while the third one watches, his eyes caressing me like his calloused fingers, is some expert level foreplay. I’m pretty sure if they don’t take me back to the cabana and make me come soon, I’m going to combust. The way Owen is watching me with hisup to no goodface on tells me he knows exactly the effect he’s having on me.
And he likes it.
And he has no intention of going back to the cabana.
Not yet at least. No, he’s enjoying toying with me.
That’s fine. Two can play at this game...or maybe three or four can.
I lean back against Colt, grinding my ass against his already hard cock as I wrap my arms around his neck. My tits might as well be presented on a damn plater with the way my body is positioned. Owen eyes me hungrily as Colt’s hands come down on my hips and squeezes.
He uses his grip on me to move me against him, finding a rhythm which reminds me of when he’s buried inside me. Owen matches it immediately, but I’m not surprised. They work so well together whether it’s in the bedroom or outside of it.
It’s one of the things which make them a strong unit. Being at the center of all their attention is awe inspiring.
And hot. It’s really fucking hot.
I don’t know how long we dance, but I’m hot and panting by the time Owen and Colt lead me back to the table. Barrett’s green eyes are locked onto me, and I can see the heat there. I was already turned on from dancing, but now I’m a damn inferno.
I always am when Barrett is watching me.
Owen sits me on his lap again and a bottle of water is pressed into my hands almost immediately. I look up to find Colt’s dark blue eyes looking at me like he’s about ready to set fire to Devour just to get me alone. I shiver even though I’m not cold in the least. Hell no, there’s just no way to contain all the lust I’m feeling in my body.
Shivers happen people. Deal with it.
I’m so focused on drinking the water I don’t notice Owen’s fingers trailing up underneath my skirt and along the skin of my thigh. Before we started dancing, he was pumping my pussy with two fingers as his thumb tapped on my clit.
It was such a turn on for him to play with me in public, but it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. I wanted him to make me come on his fingers. The way his eyes heated told me he knew what I wanted but was going to tease me.
The anticipation of it all drives me up the wall. The jury is still out on whether it’s in the best of ways or the worst.
Right now as the tip of his finger teases my slit with a featherlight touch, I’m leaning toward the worst of ways. I open my mouth to tell him exactly what I need, but he shushes me and nuzzles my neck, biting down lightly.
