Page 64 of Brazen Deceits

“But…” I squawk.

RJ squeezes my hand, a grin stretched across his face. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out my driver’s license, only I’m now twenty-two instead of twenty. “What?” I say, glancing between the two of them.

Walker pulls me closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I told you it was mostly done. RJ trimmed the edges and brought it here. You can officially drink in any bar you want.The thing’s even scannable. And knowing RJ, he’s updated the DMV to match your new birthday.”

I look between the two of them, both of their faces bright. The ID is smooth in my hand, the texture identical to what I have in my wallet. I swallow, not sure if I’m thrilled or terrified to be holding the thing.

The line shifts forward, and it’s our turn to show our IDs to the bouncer. Walker and RJ hand over theirs, get their hands stamped, then it’s my turn. I glance into the club, the music bleeding out onto the sidewalk, darkness like an endless tunnel to hell broken by flashes of blue and purple, a crowd shuttering in and out of reality while I debate running.

With a gulp, I put the card in the bouncer’s hand, my heart rate spiking, echoing in my ears. This is officially the most selfishly illegal thing I’ve ever done.

It’s probably small fries to anyone else, but this? This is a line. Another line I’m crossing. Another piece of myself I’m leaving behind, another identity I’m shaking off, not knowing what’s going to take its place.

He presses the stamp to my hand, gives back the ID, and the guys drag me into the club. The death of another sliver of good-girl Clara isn’t marked by anything more than the beat of my heart fighting with the pulse of the music.

I pull out my wallet, jamming the fake into the ID spot, moving my real ID to the back, not wanting to mix them up. Meeting my eyes on the card, the birthdate large and two years wrong, I slap it shut, tucking it into Walker’s back pocket, safe and away from me.

RJ snatches my hand, hauling me into the dark, Walker’s arm slipping around my waist, the three of us weavingthrough the crowd. And it is acrowd.I try to take in all the activity, the outfits, the shoes, but the lights are too low, the people too crushed together.

I’m glad these guys know me so well. We go straight to the middle of the floor, skipping the bar and diving straight into dancing. I already have a buzz from our pre-gaming, and I’m sure the guys aren’t completely sober either. There’s a DJ on the stage, not just piped-in music, and the mixes are both trance-like and unexpected.

Before the beat drops, I’m sandwiched between Walker and RJ, the music and crowd pressing us close. Walker grasps my hips from behind while I drape my hands around RJ’s neck, the three of us sinking into the rhythm pounding through the room.

The bass vibrates in my sternum, RJ running his hands up and down my arms, stepping closer and closer, until he’s pressed as tightly to my front as Walker is behind me. Instead of feeling caged, I feel electric, the three of us moving as a singular unit, their scents mixing, vibrant and alive.

I close my eyes, letting the music and their bodies guide me.

At some point, Walker’s hand drops to my thigh, tracing my skin at the edge of my makeshift dress, making my skin itchy with want. The press of his lips against my neck has me leaning back against him while pulling RJ closer. RJ’s hands trail down my arms, his hands soft against my neck, one hand digging into my curls. I open my eyes, a question on my face, unable to verbalize it over the music.

RJ leans forward, his eyelids fluttering closed as he presses his lips to mine. A second later, I let mine drift shut too asI fist his shirt, pulling him even closer, my heart leaping, attempting to fly from my chest.

It’s just a kiss, but it’s not. It tastes like a promise, seared by the press of our lips together.

Walker pauses his journey up the side of my neck, his cock hard against my ass as the three of us sway, RJ’s tongue sneaking out, tentatively meeting my lips.

I open, inviting him to play, our tongues touching, sweet, gentle, cautious.

Dragging my hands to his back, needing him closer, I rake the soft strands of his hair, taking control of the kiss, deeper, wilder, the need for connection stronger than my caution, than the voice in the back of my head that wonders exactly how many people RJ has kissed.

Walker picks up on the increased intensity, and he’s there, his mouth hot against my neck, his hand slipping under the hem of my dress. A long finger sneaks under the elastic of my panties, a soft touch feathering my clit.

Holy shit.

I moan, and one of RJ’s hands slides down, a knuckle tracing the underside of my bra, an innocent touch sparking lightning in its wake. Knowing it’s RJ’s hand, RJ touching me, opening up to me, that we’re moving past casual running buddy into something more, I tremble.

RJ wants me, just like I want him.

Walker brushes my clit again before spinning me to face him, pushing my hips back flush against RJ’s cock, a rigid line against my lower back. My kiss with RJ broken, he nudges my ear, stroking it with first his nose, then his tongue, finishing with small kisses against the shell of the lobe.

Walker uses the change in position to steal a kiss, dragging one of my hands down to palm his cock through the fabric of his pants. His other hand presses RJ’s hand against my breast.

All three of us hiss, my weight slumping against RJ, one arm of his now banded around my waist while his other strokes and caresses me through my clothes. I drag Walker’s bottom lip into my mouth, sucking and biting in time with the strokes of my hand. He pulls back, eyes hazy in the half light.

He forces my chin over my shoulder, and I make eye contact with RJ, his gaze as dark as Walker’s. Diving for my mouth, RJ has nothing tentative left, only passion meeting passion, as Walker licks from my cleavage to my neck, the trail icy against my overheated skin.

Every inch of me is on fire, boiling, a beast stretching her wings, desperate to break from my skin and take both men at once, location be damned.

Dancing is great, but this is so much better.

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