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My stomach flips. I nod, taking a quick swig of my drink before sliding off the bar stool. “Okay.”
There’s a dance floor near the back of the bar, although no one is using it. It’s probably only about six feet by six feet, tucked away in the corner so as not to interfere with the serious drinkers who only came here to do one thing. But none of the guys seem bothered about being the only ones dancing as Cain takes my hand and leads me to the floor with the other two right behind us.
One of them must’ve said something to the bartender before we left the bar—and maybe slipped him a few bucks as well—because as we reach the dance floor, the music coming through the speakers shifts to something with a heavier beat.
“That’s more like it.” Cain smiles, nodding in approval as he cocks his head to listen for a second.
Stepping closer to me, he wraps an arm around my waist, the thick band of his arm pulling me close as he moves his hips in time with the rhythm.
He’s areallygood dancer. There’s something effortless about the way he moves, a natural grace and power, that makes it easy to fall into the same rhythm with him. I let my hips grind against as we move together, and a little thrill runs up my spine when I realize I can feel a bulge down there. He’s not exactly sporting a raging erection, but just dancing with me for a few seconds has already gotten a response out of him.
Well, that’s an ego boost if there ever was one.
Getting a little greedy and throwing caution to the wind, I grind against him even more, hitching in a breath when my clit grazes his thigh.
Raven and North are right nearby us, dancing to the song too—but their focus seems to be much more onmethan on the music. North’s gaze runs up and down my body, and I’m sure he notices the way Cain has his leg between my thighs, our hips rolling against each other as we dance.
I’m so distracted by watching North watch us that I don’t notice Raven move until he’s behind me. A warm, hard body presses against my back, sandwiching me between him and Cain, and my eyes practically roll back in my head when I feelanotherbulge pressing against my ass. He’s also getting hard, and it can’t even be from touching me, since he wasn’t doing that until a second ago.
Is his reaction from watching me dance with his friend?
For some reason, that thought makes my stomach flutter, my pulse picking up in a way that has nothing to do with the exertion of dancing.
Do these men like to watch each other with women? Do they like to do more than watch?
Holy shit.
As if he’s read my mind, Cain grabs my hips and spins me around to face his friend, stepping in again to close the distance between us as soon as my back is to him. Now that face I’m looking up at as I dance is Raven’s, those steel-gray eyes devouring me as his hands glide down over the curves of my waist.
And then North is there too, his body filling in the space on one side of me. I sway between the three of them, nearly overwhelmed by not just their addictive scents, but by their sheer presence. Any one of these men alone would be a lot of raw masculinity to take in, but all three of them together, so close to me, touching me and gazing down at me?
I feel very much like that deer I imagined earlier.
Except Iwantto be eaten.
I don’t know how long we dance for. I’m pretty sure the music changes, but I never pay enough attention to it to really notice when it switches from one track to another.
At one point, Raven goes to the bar to get us all drinks, and even as we down them, we don’t stop dancing. I spill a little of my martini on my hand and then laugh as Cain immediately drops his head to lap up the liquid as it trails down my wrist… but the laughter dies in my throat at the feel of his warm tongue on my skin.
My glass disappears from my hand not long after that, and thank fuck it does, because I need my hands free. They’re roaming hungrily, moving over each of the men as we continue to dance, shamelessly groping whoever’s closest.
The rest of the patrons at the bar are probably staring at us, either amused or annoyed by the foursome of gyrating bodies in corner, but I can’t bring myself to worry about that even a tiny bit.
All of the men are sporting bulges in their pants by now, and I can’t help teasing them as they pass me back and forth between them. We’re still technically dancing, but it’s walking right up to the line of “public dry humping.”
Finally, North presses in close, his mouth right by my ear. I can feel his warm breath against my skin as he murmurs, “Do you want to get out of here?”
Yes. So badly.
I nod, my core clenching involuntarily as arousal slicks my panties. I can’t believe this is happening, but I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure it doesn’t stop.
He gives a sharp tug on my hand, pulling me closer, and I stumble right against his chest, nearly gasping at the firm muscles I can feel. North lets out a low growl and slides his hand around to press against my lower back, holding me in place as he kisses me.
Oh, fuck.
I’ve never been kissed like this before. Like someone is staking a claim, taking something that belongs to him. I feel like I’m melting into a puddle as I cling to his shoulders, whimpering into the kiss.
North pulls back and then turns me toward Cain, who slides a teasing finger under my chin, tilting it up until my throat is exposed. Then he draws his finger slowly down my neck, stopping just above the swell of my breasts. I feel like I’m not even breathing when he kisses me, nipping teasingly at my lower lip.
