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"Shit," I hiss and extricate myself from Maverick's warm embrace. I can't go there right now. Of course he's here. Tonight was almost too easy. But I'm not lucky enough to stave off my heat, especially with him around so I need to keep my distance. His hand flexes on my stomach slightly as I move out of his grasp, like he's reluctant to let me go. I take a breath to compose myself before turning around to face him.
I have to hold my breath against the perfume threatening to escape from me and choke everyone within a five foot radius at how he looks. He's wearing a pair of black ripped jeans and a slightly loose fitting white button down shirt that is only buttoned halfway, showing of his gloriously tanned, muscled chest. A little bit of saliva gathers in my mouth at the need to bite and lick every inch of him. His sleeves are rolled up to just under his elbow, and I never knew how damn sexy forearms could be. But now all I'm thinking about is how they'd flex as he fucks his fingers into me at a rough, unrelenting pace.
Golden brown eyes are traveling up my body as Maverick looks his fill of the slinky black number I'm wearing. If I had any reservations or insecurities before, they're gone now at the molten look he's giving me. His gaze stops on the cleavage, and I see his knuckles turn white as he clenches his fists. I'm taking another pass at checking him out, but my eyes snag on the bulge in his jeans. It's straining against his pants in a way that I know has to be uncomfortable, but I don't have it in me to feel sorry for him because I'm distracted by all the things I want to do to help him relieve the ache.
Stop, Summer! It's the heat talking.
I try to remind myself by chanting the mantra over and over again in my head. But his husky chuckle has my eyes dragging up to his eyes again. "See something you like, sweets? I don't mind if you look, but only if you promise to touch, too."
I blush at his innuendo, despite the filthy thoughts rolling around in my head, and dart my eyes around us to make sure nobody else heard him. He's standing well within my personal space still, though; so with the music and noise from the crowd, it doesn't seem like anyone else was listening. But that's when I realize he's alone. Where's the rest of the pack?
Oh, Goddess.What if he's here with a date? Jealousy rears its ugly head as I picture some other girl wrapping her arm around him, grinding on him. I want to scream at the mental image of him smiling at someone else the way he's looking at me now, like he's undressing her with his eyes.
Mine.
A choked sound leaves my lips at the possessive thought. I have no idea where that came from. I may have been fantasizing about them all week, but it's not like they're my mates. I can't claim them, not with the three other marks on my body that practically tingle at the thought of me wanting someone else. Someone's else. It doesn't stop me from asking though. "Who are you here with?" I must sound as jealous as I feel because a giddy sort of look lights up Maverick's face.
"Come on, I'll introduce you," he grins, taking the drinks from me and pushing his way through the crowd, giving me no option but to follow him. Despite the rage roiling through me, I try to keep a smile plastered on my face, all the while wondering how he could think introducing me to his date isn't a big slap in the face. Not after canceling our date and flirting with me any chance he's gotten.
I'm also more than a little jealous at how easily he's pushing through this crowd. It distracts me enough that I don't realize he's walked us right to where I left Ava. Sure enough, he walks right up to her, hands her one of the drinks, and then turns around to hand me mine back before pulling me into his arms again. With my back to his chest, his arms circle me, and he leans down to talk in my ear. His voice is almost at a yell because the music is so much louder over here than it was near the bar.
"I think you've met my date before, beautiful." He takes me chin and turns my head a little until I see Hudson looking delicious in a pair of white washed jeans and a black v neck t-shirt. A relieved breath whooshes out of me, and I throw an elbow back to hit Maverick in his ribs when I feel laughter vibrating through him.
"Not funny," I grumble.
"Oh, sweets. As if I'd ever be happy with anyone but you." Even as he says it, his body locks up a little, and I know he's just thought about Mason. I frown but then feel him relax again and start swaying our bodies along to the music. Is that what is causing the riff between them? Is it me? Panic lances through me at the thought of being a homewrecker. With them all flirting with me, I just assumed they were all okay with it. But what if Mason doesn't want Maverick to see other people? What if Maverick doesn't want Mason to see other people? Are they using me as a tool to make the other jealous?
I'm spiraling, and I know it. But it's hard to stop, even surrounded by all the noise and excitement in here.
"You okay?" Ava asks, leaning close to me. With whatever she's going through right now, I don't want her worried about me, so I try to push all my troubles aside for tonight and vow to ask Maverick and Mason about it some other time. I plaster on a smile, nod, and start swaying to the music with a little more enthusiasm. She grins back at me and then gets swept aside when a handsome beta man asks her to dance with him. There's not really much room on the dance floor for more than a little bumping and grinding, but she says yes anyways.
I chuckle at the man who practically has hearts in his eyes as she grinds back against him. But then Hudson is in my space, pressing into my front and caging me between him and Maverick. He grabs my hips just below where Maverick's hands are resting. "You didn't want to invite us tonight? I'm hurt," Hudson all but whines in my ear.
"Sorry, girls night. But looks like you crashed the party anyways," I grin, not the slightest bit put off. "What are you guys doing here anyways?" I wonder aloud. Of all the bars in Chicago, what are the odds they end up here where Ava and I are?
I look up to see a weird emotion flicker through Hudson's eyes, almost like panic, but then Maverick answers me. "We wanted to check out the new bar everyone's been raving about. We had to stand in line for an hour." I laugh at the annoyed look on Hudson's face.
"What time is it?" I ask curiously.
"A little past eleven," Hudson says as he pushes his hips flush against mine and moves my body in time with his, Maverick following along effortlessly.
"Should have gotten here earlier," I gasp at the feel of Maverick's straining erection pushing into me.
"We almost didn't come at all. Mav was being a little bitch, but I dragged him out. I'm so glad I did, too." Hudson trails a finger along my collarbone, follows the flimsy strap of my dress, and down to my breast, where he brushes a finger along my nipple peeking through the thin material and makes my breath catch in my throat. I can feel a whine building up in my chest, but I choke it down.
I glance over to Ava to see her head is still thrown back, and her eyes are closed while she's dancing chest to chest now with her beta. Not paying attention to the way I'm melting under their touches.
"Aren't you glad we came out?" Hudson purrs seductively in my ear, brushing his finger across my nipple again.
"Yes," I choke out.
"You're so fucking gorgeous. This dress was made for you." This time his hand drops past my hip and his fingers tease the hemline of my dress. "It wouldn't take any effort at all to lift it up and finally get a taste of you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?" He inches the dress up infinitesimally.
My core clenches at the thought, and I can feel my panties getting wetter by the second. I nod in answer. Hudson angles his body so nobody can see what he's doing as he walks his fingers from my thigh to where I'm throbbing, ready for his touch. He stops just short. "What was that?" he teases.
"Yes!" I scream, still not loud enough to be heard over the thumping bass. At my verbal confirmation, he pushes into me, pressing firmly against my nub, and strokes back and forth. I whimper at the instant relief I feel with his hands on me. Maverick tightens his grip on my waist at the sound and leans down to trail wet, hot kisses along my neck and shoulder.
I lean my head back against his shoulder and let myself justfeel.I'm surrounded by their scents, hurtling toward a fast orgasm at them both touching me. Hudson steps impossibly closer to me, nudging one of my legs out a little, and before I can question what he's doing, he's pushing a finger into me. It slides in with no resistance, and I can tell by his groan that he loves how wet I am, practically dripping down my thighs already. I panic a little at being seen, but Maverick is back to whispering in my ear.
