“You’re a lucky guy,” I say, leaning back so I’m facing Beck upside down.
He and Leo let out a burst of uncontrollable laughter.
“I am, aren’t I?” Beck says, flashing Elijah a wink.
“Shut up,” Elijah grunts, pulling his arm gently from my grip.
Far more gently than I thought he was capable of.
I would’ve thought he’d rip his arm away from me, sending me stumbling to the floor.
Maybe when we first met.
Hey, that’s growth right there.
“Okay, dancing now?” I pout.
“There’s no way in hell you’re getting me on that dance floor,” Eli grunts.
“Party pooper,” I huff.
“I got you,” Leo says, appearing behind me, his hands resting on my hips.
I flash him a bright grin. “Let’s go!”
Leo and I make it to the private VIP dance floor first, with me eagerly leading him.
His hands rest against my hips, and we instantly find a rhythm, swaying to the deep, bassy beat of the music pumping through the speakers.
“You know how to dance too, huh?” Leo murmurs.
“You’re not the only one who got dance lessons,” I say, flashing a wink.
He pulls me closer to him so our bodies are pressed together, his front to my front. Through the thin fabric of my dress, I can feel all of him.
He’s dressed the most simply out of the three of them, wearing a black compression t-shirt that contours to his trim waist, accentuating the broadness of his shoulders. But it doesn’t mean he’s any less attractive.
I wrap my arms around his neck, staring up at him with what probably looks like a dumbstruck expression.
“I needed this,” I mumble.
“The three shots back to back?”
“Technically, I’ve had five shots already. I had two at home.”
“God, you’ve gotta slow down,” he says.
“Nuh uh, are you my dad?”
I stiffen, shaking my head.
My dad is exactly who I don’t want to be thinking about right now.
“You know, I think the person most likely to have a Daddy kink is probably Everett,” Beckham says, sliding up behind me.
I relax into his touch, sandwiched between the two of them.
“That’s crazy information,” I giggle. “But it makes sense. He does give daddy vibes.”