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I turned away and smiled at Stella. “Dance with me?” She looked a bit surprised but agreed anyway. Before she could change her mind, I pushed past Karin and took Stella’s hand. Harley downed the rest of his beer and followed us on to the dance floor, leaving Karin sitting alone with a pissed-off expression.
The music shifted to a more sensual rhythm as we pushed through the bodies writhing on the small dance floor, finding a small space in the middle.
All thoughts of Karin were gone as I tugged Stella into my arms. Harley threw me a look over her shoulder as if to say, what the fuck, but he didn’t do anything to stop me. Instead, he pressed up against her back, his hands on her hips as we all moved to the beat.
It was electric. Pure lust shot through my veins like the most addictive drug ever.
The alcohol I’d consumed softened any sense of impropriety I may have felt stealing Stella from Harley. Not that he seemed bothered. He held her hips tightly from behind, her breasts squashed against my chest. From the way her eyes were half-closed, her cheeks flushed pink, she liked it.
We moved together in a symbiotic symphony, oblivious to the people dancing around us all grinding away in their own lustful bubbles. The more Stella rubbed against me, the more difficult it was to keep my dick under control. She had to feel me; I was as hard as fucking granite. And from the way Harley gyrated his hips into her ass, I suspected he was in the same predicament.
He tilted her head back and kissed her neck. She moaned, the soft vibration sending a shiver of desire through me, straight to my aching dick. Fuck. Then she pressed into me, harder, with intent, and this time it was me groaning.
The song segued into a faster track, the people around us melting away, different dancers appearing in our orbit. But I only had eyes for Stella. Her hips swayed to the beat, teasing my throbbing cock through my jeans. I was in serious danger of busting my zipper if she didn’t stop, but I couldn’t bear to pull away.
My head dropped, my lips brushing her cheek. She sighed with pleasure, tilting her mouth up to mine, and finally, I got to taste her.
Chapter 64
Stella
Music thumped, the smell of cologne and sweat assailed my nose. All around us, people moved to the beat of Beyonce. I wasn’t much of a dancer, but I didn’t need to be, sandwiched as I was between two hard, muscular bodies. Part of me protested this was insane, I shouldn’t be dirty dancing with Harley and Quinn, but I was too drunk to care.
Not that I was that drunk, after being forced to drink water for the last hour. The boys felt so good. It was hard to come up with a reason why we needed to scale it back. It felt especially good knowing that bitch who’d had her hands all over Quinn was probably watching from the edge of the dance floor.
My jealousy was on full throttle tonight. First, the woman at the bar pawing Harley, and now, Karin, or whatever her name was, all over Quinn like a nasty STD. They were both hot as fuck, so it wasn’t all that surprising that women wanted a piece of them, but not on my watch, bitches. Plus, it was obvious Quinn wasn’t interested and yet she still didn’t back off. Honestly, the women in this city were thirsty as fuck.
But I wasn’t wasting any more time on Karin. Nope, she was dead to me. These boys were mine, all mine. For tonight at least.
Quinn’s kiss was everything I hoped it would be. I teased his lip ring with the tip of my tongue and he groaned against my mouth. I pressed harder into his chest, enjoying the feel of his hard pecs against my soft breasts.
Our kiss deepened, the music faded, and my world shrank until all I could feel was Quinn at my front, plundering my mouth, and Harley grinding into my ass, his hands on my belly, fingers teasing the waistband of my jeans.
Arousal set my core on fire. A slow, deep pulse throbbed between my legs. Beyonce segued into David Guetta, Baby Don’t Hurt Me, and I moaned against Quinn’s lips.
“We should probably get out of here,” Harley whispered into my ear.
I struggled to form a coherent thought. My body was too focused on what the pair of them were doing to my poor body.
“Back to the hotel?” Quinn suggested over my head.
“Yeah. I’ll call an Uber.” Harley melted away and I sighed with disappointment, bereft at his sudden absence. But my sense of loss didn’t last for long. Quinn moved his hands lower and pulled me hard against his erection.
My mind floated away on a fantasy where Quinn fucked me while Harley took my ass. Just the thought of it sent a fresh flood of arousal gushing from between my legs. My panties were soaked. It was borderline embarrassing. I was glad I’d worn dark skinny jeans. At least there wouldn’t be a visible wet patch. Note to self: wear a dress next time you go dirty dancing with two hot as fuck dudes.
“Three minutes away.” Harley’s lips nipped the soft skin just below my ear while he teased my belly again. My head fell back against his chest and he chuckled.
“Patience, baby,” he purred in my ear.
I was ripped unceremoniously away from Quinn and pulled to the exit. The boys’ large frames protected me from the jostling as we passed the bar area, where Karin stood chatting up some tall dude. I caught her eye as we passed and smirked.
You lose, bitch. She didn’t look impressed, but I gave no fucks.
Chapter 65
Quinn
We bundled Stella into the back of the Uber. She half sat in Harley’s lap, with her legs resting over mine. The driver threw us a few dirty looks but then largely ignored us once Harley gave him the hotel’s address.
