“Chris is watching,” Dag said.
“Yes.”
“He likes to watch.”
Dag knew that about him?
Their gazes locked. His hands slid lower on her hips, to just below the curve of her ass and his fingers moved. Dear god, he was pulling up her skirt. And it was short enough to begin with. Her pussy pulsed.
The silky fabric slid higher, bunching a little beneath Dag’s fingers. “What are you doing?” she asked him through tight lips.
“Giving your boyfriend a show,” he said with a wicked glint in his eye.
“And everyone else in the bar.”
But she didn’t stop him.
“Nobody else is paying any attention to us,” he said. “They’re all watching those girls.”
The female couple was now dancing even dirtier, grinding their bodies together. They were so beautiful and sexy it was hard to take her eyes off them.
“Hot,” Dag said. They watched. The girls turned to face each other again, and then they kissed. A long, lingering kiss on the mouth, hands buried in each other’s long hair.
Dag and Kassidy looked at each other. The air sizzled around them. They were both aroused and maybe that was why she let him continue to ease the skirt of her dress up, his hands on her hips sliding the fabric higher. She looked back at Chris, now with both feet on the floor, leaning forward with elbows on his knees, still watching them, his gaze scorching her with erotic intensity.
And maybe that’s why she still didn’t stop Dag. She was pretty sure the cheeks of her butt were showing now—she was wearing a pair of cheeky panties, but they didn’t cover much.
Then Chris was striding toward them, joining them on the dance floor. He pressed against her back, his erection hard against her, and nuzzled her neck. The three of them danced together, hard bodies pressed against her front and back.
Chris pulled her hair aside to mutter in her ear. “That was so fucking sexy.” She pressed her ass back against him, tightened her fingers on Dag’s shoulders.
“Your girlfriend is hot, Chris,” Dag said.
“I know.”
The music picked up pace again and they continued dancing, still close, just changing the tempo. Heat sizzled up and down Kassidy’s spine and she felt hypnotized by the beat of the music, the hot desire of two men, lost in the utter sensuality of it. She lifted one arm above her head and hooked it around Chris’s neck, four hands on her body. Her breasts swelled and her nipples tingled. She ached to be touched there.
By the time they decided to leave the dance floor, every nerve ending in her body was on fire, sizzling and snapping with sexual tension.
The three of them sat on the couch side by side again, damp with perspiration and a little breathless. Some of their friends had already left, others had disappeared, perhaps into the crowd on the dance floor, and they were alone. Chris set his hand on her bare thigh and picked up his drink with his other hand.
“I should get going,” Dag said. “I’ll come by for my car tomorrow.”
“Why don’t you just stay at our place again?” Chris said. “Saves you a trip tomorrow.”
Kassidy’s blood surged in her veins, hot and scary, as she waited for Dag’s response. A response that seemed…significant. Weighty. A response that took forever.
“Okay,” Dag finally said.
Her chest tightened.
“I’m ready to go too,” Chris added. “Kassidy?”
“Sure.” She licked her lips.
A couple of yellow cabs waited on Oak Street when they emerged from the alley where the club was and Dag lifted a hand. One pulled up and all three of them climbed into the back. The night air had cooled her heated skin, but now inside the taxi the air was heavy, pulsing with thick arousal. There was enough sexual energy in that vehicle to power the small hybrid car for many miles. Her heart pounded all the way home, and she stared at her bare knees, once again in the middle of the two men. It was only a short ride back to their place, and when she unlocked the door and let them into the condo, her heart sped up even more. She could hardly breathe, the sense of anticipation tightening her lungs.
They walked into the condo, Chris leading the way and flicking on a lamp. He turned and the three of them stood there, snared in a net of erotic tension.
Chris held out a hand to Kassidy and she drifted across the living room to take it without a word. He slid his hand into her hair, cupped the back of her head and kissed her. She melted into him, already a semi-liquid puddle of arousal.
“Watching you dance with Dag was fucking hot,” he whispered against the corner of her mouth.
Questions backed up in her brain but none of them came out of her mouth. Then Chris did the same thing Dag had done, started sliding up the skirt of her dress, baring the back of her thighs to Dag.
This was a dangerous game they were playing. She was so turned on, so fevered with hunger, it made her afraid of what she might do. They were just fooling around, making each other—all three of them—hot and bothered. How far would they go?
“What panties are you wearing?” Chris murmured.
Her throat was so tight she could barely speak.
“Show us,” he urged.
She couldn’t move, her body locked into place, her heart racing.
“She’s not going to show us her panties,” Dag said. “Kassidy’s a good girl. Isn’t that what your sister said?”
His words mocked her, the words her sister had used, her sister who always made fun of her and made her feel like a straight-laced prude, even though she wasn’t. She was different from Hailey, sure, but it wasn’t like she was totally naïve.
She didn’t want to be a good girl. And she wanted Dag to know that. The sexual tension that had been building inside her for the last week, so much that fast, hard sex with Chris in the shower and even up against the bedroom door had still not quite satisfied her, was leading her into doing naughty things. A heavy ache pulsed in her pelvis.
She took a step back, lifting up her dress. She glanced at Dag, who stood there watching them with scorching intensity, his mouth a tight line of self-control.
“Nice,” Chris said. “Don’t you think, Dag?”
“Very nice.”
Her panties were a band of pink lace around her hips. She bit her bottom lip, knowing how wet they were. Dag smiled at her. Her fingers trembled, clutching the fabric of her dress.
“You haven’t told her, have you?” Dag looked at Chris.
Chris’s eyes met Dag’s. Kassidy’s gaze darted back and forth between them.
“Told me what?”
“No,” Chris said.
“Are you afraid Kassidy will be shocked?” Dag continued. “Because she is a good girl.”
“Told me what?”
Chris’s eyes narrowed and his body tensed next to her. Dag’s eyes gleamed and his wicked smile made her body pulse again.
“Told you…” Dag’s gaze moved over her face. “About the threesomes we used to have.”
Her mouth did drop open a little. Okay, she wasn’t naïve, but the idea that Chris and Dag had done that…gave her a jolt. She turned to Chris.
He gave her a sheepish little smile. “It was a long time ago.”
Wow.
She wasn’t jealous. She knew Chris had had girlfriends before her. She even knew some of them. They were all done and gone before she came along.
“Does that disgust you, Kassidy?” Dag asked.
“No.” She had to close her eyes against the wave of heated arousal that shimmered through her body, a sharp, forbidden thrill.
“Or does it turn you on?”
How could she admit that to Dag…to Chris!
She met Chris’s gaze. “It turns me on.”