Page 7 of Tangled up in You

Truth is, as close as we were back then, we’ve never even come within a centimeter of sleeping together. They were my main group of friends, but we never crossed a line into more. Of course, I’ve thought about it; just not recently.

I finish my business in the bathroom and head back to where Simon, Kent, and Oliver are, content no one is waiting for me.

My steps falter when I see a gaggle of women talking to each of them, including Tiffany and her friends.

I do not want to get into that. Turning around, I walk over to where everyone is dancing. And by dancing, I mean grinding. It’s kind of hot to watch. I haven’t had sex in months. It would be nice to have a good orgasm. Lord knows I need it.

A new song blasts through the speakers. I sway in place. The tempo isn’t slow or romantic. It fits the crowd of booty-bumpers; the nostalgic rhythm makes me move without much thought.

Hands touch my waist. I don’t know who they belong to, nor do I care. The attention Kent, Oliver, and Simon have been showing me all night has me craving intimacy. The various alcoholic beverages I’ve downed are probably also contributing to my desires and lack of boundaries.

Whoever’s behind me tugs me back into their body. I go willingly. I’ve missed the touch of another. I didn’t realize how badly I needed it until now.

Our bodies move to the music, grinding and rolling. My breathing speeds up with lust coursing in my veins. The firmness of the man’s chest and thighs are as hypnotic as the music. His hardened length presses against my backside.

I push back more, loving the feeling of it.

“I’ve always wondered what that ass of yours would feel like against my cock,” Simon whispers huskily into my ear.

My heart skips a beat. Never in a million years would I have ever guessed that he would say something like that to me. But I like it. A shiver courses down my spine.

For Simon to say he’s thought of me in a sexual way is mind-blowing. With my head clouded in lust and alcohol-induced bravery, I lay my head back on his shoulder, enjoying the moment.

I hum my agreement to let him know I’m as into it as he is. Across the way, through the crowd of dancers, I see Kent watching us. His broad body is similar to Simon’s. Muscular and dominant.

Kent leans up against the wall, a bottleneck beer in one hand while his other rubs down his scruffy facial hair. His blue eyes bore into mine.Next to him, Oliver watches Simon and me with the same intensity.

I reach my arm back, letting my fingers rake through Simon’s short brown hair.This is probably only happening because we’re all wasted, but that doesn’t faze me. Whatever happens tonight will be forgotten in the morning.

For now, I’ll just go with the flow.

Kent and Oliver stroll over toward us and form a circle around me. Our bodies sway as one, getting lost in the music.

I’d love nothing more than to have these three fill every crevice I own with their hard cocks. It would be a dream come true.

My body shivers with the lusty thought.

“Do you know how sexy you are?” Simon’s hands slide up my waist to my sides as he pulls me even closer, grinding his cock into me.

My head is muddled with need, making it hard for me to come up with a response. His words have a blush covering my cheeks. Simon’s always been a flirt, so it isn’t surprising that he’s good with words, but I never imagined them being spoken to me in such a provocative way.

“We’ve struggled to keep our hands and eyes off you all night,” he continues.

My knees wobble, but no one would be able to tell with all of them hanging onto me.

“What would you do if we took you somewhere more private and showed you how a real man takes care of his woman? Would you stop us?”

I shake my head, breathing heavily.

Simon kisses my cheek. “Let’s go upstairs and see if we can end this night with a bang.”

I glance up to judge how Oliver and Kent find the idea. They have the same dazed, hooded look in their eyes as I do. It sends another wave of tremors through me. Simon takes my hand and guides me through the throng of people toward the stairs. Kent and Oliver follow.

Even with the fog clouding my brain, I can’t believe this is happening. My heart pounds in my chest as we walk into Kent’s bedroom. Oliver locks the door behind us. If I wasn’t so drunk, I’d probably question how our reacquaintance went from friendly to sexual in a matter of hours.

Simon lets go of my hand and faces me.“Are you sure this is okay? If you’ve changed your mind or you’re not comfortable, we can go back downstairs, take more shots, and pretend this never happened.”

I glance between them. They stand, waiting for me to make a decision. There’s no judgment or pressure, just patience. I’ve spent most of my childhood doing what others expected of me. My life as an adult has been a constant need to please my ex-husband.

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