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“Nice to meet you.” The music changed and suddenly Crystal wanted to dance. Feeling impulsive for once, she asked, “So, Trent and Mac, which of you is going to dance with me? Don’t make me look for someone else.”
“It’d be my pleasure,” Trent said as he helped her off the stool.
“Mine, too,” Mac said, his voice low, a little rough.
“Both of you?” Crystal looked at Trent, then Mac. She couldn’t tell whether they were teasing or not. She didn’t want to know which was true.
“Come on,” Trent said as he led her out to the dance floor. “You can move those sexy hips all you want.”
Crystal didn’t quite know what to think when Mac followed close behind. Her mind whirled with the possibility that the two men were making a move on her at the same time. Could it be? She glanced back at Molly for reassurance. Her friend winked and nodded, then merely sat back as if content to watch. Still Crystal started to change her mind about the dance when a third man stepped in front of her. While everyone else was dressed in tight, flesh-baring outfits, this man wore a simple pair of tight, black jeans and a brickred pocket T-shirt. He wasn’t necessarily a handsome man—his features were too rugged to be considered handsome—but he wasn’t hard on the eyes, either. The come and get it smile on his lips made her face go hot.
“I saw you arrive and hoped to get a dance with you.” His gaze traveled over her body, giving her the once-over before coming back to her face. “You’re awfully damn hard to miss in that pretty dress. A man would have to be blind.”
“Thank you, but my dance card is a little full at the moment.” Crystal could feel the tension coming off of Trent and Mac beside her, and she could swear they’d both moved closer to her. Heck, their bodies even brushed against hers. It wasn’t difficult to figure out that the man hitting on her was stirring Trent’s and Mac’s ire.
The guy spared Trent a glance and shrugged, as if Trent were nothing more than an annoying insect, then zeroed in on her once more. “Sure I can’t change your mind?”
“The lady was clear,” Trent said as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in close to his side. She glanced up and nearly swallowed her tongue at the lethal look on Trent’s face. Her gaze darted to Mac and saw a similar expression. Yikes.
“Sorry, but I promised.” She smiled, hoping to take some of the sting out of the rejection. “Thanks for the offer, though. It was very sweet.”
He nodded, one side of his mouth kicking up as he dared, “Maybe later then.”
As he made his way to the other side of the room, Crystal peeked over at Trent. She noticed he stared at the man’s back for what seemed like an eternity.
Trent’s blue gaze came back to her. “You seem to have quite an effect on me, Crystal. The thought of his hands coming anywhere near you just about caused me to kick his ass out of my club.” His eyes narrowed, as if bewildered by his own actions.
“Same goes for me,” Mac said from behind her. “He’s been here a bunch of times, and he always gets just a little too aggressive with the ladies.”
Crystal turned her head and looked up at Mac. His gaze, so cool earlier, blazed hot enough that Crystal felt seared clear to the bone. Suddenly she didn’t care about the other guy. All her focus was on Mac and Trent. Two men at once. She frowned. “What exactly is happening right now?”
The men looked at each other, then back at her. Mac was the first to speak. “We’re attracted to you, Crystal.”
She planted her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes. “Wait, both of you?”
“Yeah, both of us,” Trent murmured. Both of them looked way too satisfied with themselves. It suddenly pissed her off.
Crystal stepped closer and poked Trent in the chest. “I’m here
to dance, that’s it. So quit with all the chest beating.” She looked between the two of them. “I came here to have fun with my friend for my birthday. Not to get mixed up in some convoluted delusion you two are suffering from.”
Mac’s eyebrows shot up. “You think we’re delusional?”
“Well, what else could it be?” Her voice was rising and people were beginning to stare. She took a few deep breaths before continuing in a more reasonable tone, “You’re both gorgeous and clearly on the prowl, and for whatever reason you think I should be the lioness for your little lion love triangle.”
Mac chuckled. “Lioness, huh? Now that you mention it, I wouldn’t be opposed to hearing a certain kitty purr.”
Oh God. That should not have her pussy going damp with need, it really shouldn’t. Crystal knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was way out of her element with Trent and Mac. An image of the two men naked, pleasuring her, sprang to mind. It was forbidden, and she instantly felt guilty for even allowing the picture to invade her mind at all. Instinctively she knew that Mac and Trent would be nothing like Richard. He’d been easygoing at first, too, though, until she’d married him. Then he’d changed. Mac and Trent were bold, candid, and clearly insatiable when they got their hooks into something . . . or someone. Crystal didn’t know what to make of any of it.
“Dance with me,” Trent murmured, holding his hand out for her. “I want to get you in my arms, that’s all. I want to feel you against me. Just that, Crystal, nothing more.”
Hypnotized and unable to resist, Crystal lifted her hand. Trent took it and tenderly kissed her knuckles. Crystal let out her breath and allowed Trent to steer her toward the center of the room where several other couples danced to the beat of some sexy, slow tune. As Trent’s arms came around her, Crystal looked to the left and saw Mac watching them, a tender smile on his face.
“I can feel you trembling. Don’t think this to death. Just feel. That’s all, just feel.”
Feel? How could she do any less with Trent’s powerful arms surrounding her, embracing her in his masculine warmth? He pulled her up against his hard strength, and Crystal realized that tonight was going to be a night she’d never forget.
Crystal felt at home. It was odd, but there it was. Nothing could ever harm her with Trent’s strong arms holding her tight. She twined her arms around his neck, and he pulled her in tighter. She immediately knew what he wanted to show her. The rigid, thickness of his cock was now pressed into her belly. Crystal’s knees went weak. Her eyes sought his, searching for confirmation. His wicked smile sent her blood pressure soaring. He rotated his hips, causing heat to pool between her legs and her face to flame.
