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“If you want me to back off, I will,” Kelly offers, and I frantically shake my head before I can even think about it. He chuckles. “Then don’t stress.”
I try to argue with him — though my protests would be weak at best — but he distracts me by pushing my hair behind my ear and brushing his lips against the sensitive skin of my neck. I shiver. “We know how to share, Belle.” The husky way he says my name makes me shiver, and I let my eyes fall shut, enjoying the feeling of Kelly so close to me.
A fantasy of being shared between them properly, at the same time, fills my mind, and I allow myself to get swept away on the waves of what ifs and maybes.
When my eyes blink open, Linc is smirking at me like he knows exactly what just transpired in my thoughts. He tilts his glass before throwing it back, and clapping his hand against Kelly’s back.
Since my night wouldn’t be complete without a full circle of embarrassment, Mica grips my hip, spinning me, causing me to gasp at the sudden movement.
“Let’s do shots, Beauty.”
My eyes widen when Mica uses the name Linc called me while he was balls deep inside me, letting me know he heard at least some of our fucking.
I nod, having remained silent since I stepped over here, and not knowing what to say now. Linc steps up behind me, reaching over my shoulder for his shot, and leaning down to whisper in my ear.
“I’m eager to get another close look at my canvas, Beauty.”
I’m in so much trouble.
A few more shots help settle my nerves, and when the alcohol kicks in, I find myself not really caring about anything that’s gone on tonight. Not Johnny and his drama, Linda and her drama, or even my two-maybe-three boy drama. I just wanna dance.
Dragging Mica onto the dance floor with me, we spin and twirl, laugh and dance, and grind on one another. There’s no need to speak actual words; our bodies do the talking. Mica’s hips say he’s very interested in me. And I reciprocate. He’s as fine and fit as the other two, definitely more flirty and probably the most fun out of the three.
“Do you always lose your panties when the night is still young? Or is it usually not until later, when three men who are desperate for a taste take you home?” Mica teases, spinning my G-string around on his fingertip. I smirk back at him, refusing to be embarrassed.
“I’ve never had three men take me home,” I tease right back, pulling him closer, and we dance until I’m a hot, sticky mess, my feet are screaming in protest, and I’m gasping for a drink.
I signal to Mica that I need a time-out, and he leads me to the bar, his fingers threaded through mine in a way which feels natural and right. I let him guide me back to the others and order more drinks.
“Drink this.” Linc tries to force a bottle of water into my hand, but I push it away.
“Pass, thanks,” I mutter, reaching to steal a swig of his beer instead.
“Belle—” his voice is a dangerous warning.
“Shots!” I demand, slamming my hand down on the bar to get attention from the bartender. Thankfully, he obliges me and ignores Linc’s protests that we’ve — or more specifically that I’ve — had enough.
We get the damn shots, and I grin triumphantly at Linc, tossing mine back and stealing his as well. A vein in his temple bulges, and he clenches his fists.
Good.
He needs to be challenged a bit more. I bet no one ever tells him no. He looks like he wants to bend me over the bar and spank me silly…and I’m surprisingly okay with that.
“Lighten up, Linc,” I say to him, only slurring my words a little. I don’t push my luck by dragging him onto the dance floor, but I do dance against him at the bar a little. His posture is as rigid as the dick he was drilling into me less than a half hour ago. So serious!
Well, if he’s going to be a total buzzkill, I’ll just have to try even harder to have fun with the other two.
* * *
“Shit, Belle. Keep your dress on for, like, five more seconds, please!” Mica begs, and I frown. Why does he want me to keep my dress on? I shake my head, grabbing for the straps around my neck, when I’m lifted into strong arms, and someone bites my shoulder, rather hard.
“Ahh!” I cry, protesting more on principle, than because of the pain. It feels good, if I’m honest, even through the fog of booze.
“Stop trying to strip naked in the middle of the fucking hall, Belle,” Linc growls from somewhere ahead of me, and I blink my eyes open to see I’m in Mica’s arms.
“I’m very drunk…” I mumble and Mica chuckles.
“Yes, very.”
