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I smile at the parallelism.
“Aren’t you going to say Happy Birthday?” Sienna shouts at Roo, trying to prise us apart by sliding an arm around his shoulders.
He disengages from my ass and picks her up, spinning her. She squeals, delighted with his attention. Done, he drops her to the floor, Sienna stumbling a little.
“See you later,” he calls across at her.
“What? That’s it?”
“Go and suck Trey’s face or something.”
“I hate you,” she yells at him, storming off towards her group of friends.
“That was mean,” I point out. “It’s her birthday—you’ve got to be a bit nice.”
“She’s annoying.”
I look at Luca. He opens his hand in some kind of shrug as if there’s nothing to be done. Brecken, meanwhile, says, “Dude. Be cool.”
Looking frustrated, I take Roo’s hand and slide my arm around his trim waist. “You push people away,” I tell him. “Why?”
Strobe lights hit his eyes, amber, citrine, and gold shining back at me. “I don’t.”
“Is it a defensive thing? Are you worried you’ll get hurt?”
“Don’t dig around in my soul, Winter. You won’t find anything.”
He thinks he’s soulless?That can’t be right. His emotions and thoughts might be a little mixed up having not met Balthazar until he was sixteen, but Roo is loved. That I do know.
“If ever you want to talk about it,” I suggest, knowing I want to get to the bottom of his emotions, “I’m here.”
Lion’s eyes flit over my face. Almost imperceptibly he nods, which is about as close to an agreement as I’ll probably get. Situating me in front of him, he presses against my ass again, his hands coming to rest against my hips and waist. After my thoughts die down from our brief conversation, and maybe his too, Roo begins to move sinuously to the track, urging my hips along with him. Our bodies fused, the beat of the music takes us somewhere else.
Brecken and Luca head off to get more drinks, but as I watch them head to the bar, Luca stops next to Sienna, appearing to make peace. Alone, Brecken returns with our cocktails which go down easy, track after track signaling the night continuing. Now and then my eyes search out Luca to find him watching me and his brothers. I feel for him. For his position as the oldest which means more polite schmoozing. More peace-keeping. I wonder if it feels like a burden.
When Duke Dumont andThe Giverplays, I drag Roo and Brecken to the dance floor. Among the shadows of hundreds of gyrating bodies, they sandwich me between their hard frames. Sinuously, I grind to the music, caught up in the beat and the dark and the scent of their skin pressed up against mine. Lights sweep across the heaving mass that at times seems to dance as one, cohesive entity.
Tucked up behind me, Roo’s voice is low and honeyed in my ear. “Do you want to play tonight?”
“Here?” I reply, flashing him a provocative look over my shoulder.
A feral smile twists his mouth. And then I feel his touch. With wicked intent his fingers trail up my legs as we stand, moving to the music as one, my thighs getting a good workout. Here, in the dark, sweltering heat there’s little need to be discrete as Dumont sings about aspecial someone who makes me wanna give in.
Brazenly, his fingers slip under the material of my dress and feather over my pussy. Snuggled up against him, I hear his grunt of approval at finding me sans panties, even though he worked that out in the car.
Buzzed dancers surround us, lost to the music just like we are. Being recognized, or worse, unwittingly filmed flits through my head. But everyone seems to be minding their own business, uncaring about what goes on next to them.
Chances are they’re up to the same as us.
Sheltering me from the front, Brecken’s eyes trail a hot line down my body. He might not be able to see Roo’s hand under the flap of my dress, but my heavy-lidded gaze must give me away. Leaning in, Brecken’s mouth is a hot, constant torture at a sensitive spot on my shoulder. Moving a fraction lower, he sucks at my pulse point, turning me boneless with lust. He’s so attentive, his firm yet soft lips ensuring those goosebumps never go away. And then my pulse jolts as Reuben eases his fingers through my soaked flesh, growling in my ear, “Such a wet girl for me. I can’t wait to be in here.”
I arch an arm behind his neck, bringing him in closer as Brecken’s hands tighten around my ribs, a thumb stroking along the underside of a breast. My nipples are tight, my body desperate for relief. But every time I squat and grind, Reuben moves with me, his fingers permanently, tantalizingly a hair’s-breadth away from where I need them.
“Reuben,” I speak, hoping he can hear me. When he chuckles in his characteristically dulcet tone, I know he’s enjoying my torture. “Good girl, just a bit longer,” he murmurs, slipping his fingers up and down through my slick cleft.
Steadily, Brecken’s thumbs glide over my nipples, the sound of my pulse practically drowning out the repetitive music. My free arm snakes around his neck, bringing him in closer. Our lips meet and bump over and over, our kiss little more than licks of his tongue on mine, our mouths meeting in an almost kiss.
Finally, Roo sinks two talented fingers deep inside. I exhale with relief, throwing my head back against his shoulder as he rhythmically fucks me.
