Page 63 of Dozer

“I can’t be friends with him. I can’t stop thinking about him.” And I had to stop because he wasn’t thinking about me. He wasn’t here. I needed to be as important to him as he was to me.

Romeo cradled my cheek. “He feels the same way.”

“If he did, he’d be here.”

Romeo’s hand took a slow trek along my ribs, grazed my breast, and settled on my hip. “What if he was here, watching you? Watching me pull you close.” He clutched me tighter. “If he could see me grind against your pussy and kiss your neck?”

His lips ghosted over my flesh. But it was his words that had my core clenching and my panties wet. My breaths came in sharp little gasps.

“Is he here?”

I fought the tightness in my chest and the pressure building in my eyes.

Romeo slanted his lips over mine and speared his tongue into my mouth. I groaned and tangled my fingers in his hair. I kissed him, hoping Dozer was here, that he could see me kissing Romeo.

“Fuck, he makes you hot.” He danced me in a circle until I faced the other direction.

I skimmed the crowd. “Where?”

And then my gaze connected with his.

“He wants to watch you, Pippa.”

I danced against Romeo, gyrating my hips, and sliding my body against his. His palms roamed over my hips and ass. He touched, and I burned. My nipples hardened.

Pivoting around, I positioned so Romeo was at my back. This time, locked in the private knowledge that this was for him, I danced for Dozer. I didn’t care who watched. Romeo whispered in my ear, and I cupped my breasts and slid my hands down my tummy and onto my thighs.

Tingles chased over my flesh. I ground my ass into Romeo’s cock.

“If he doesn’t come home with us, I’m going to spend the night fucking my fist.”

I glanced into his face.

“He doesn’t know how you feel, Pippa. He doesn’t know that what we have is just sex.”

“It’s more than that.”

“But it’s not what you feel for him. It’s okay. I love Dozer, too. He’s fucked up. He’s never going to be easy.”

Romeo’s hands were on me, but IfeltDozer’s gaze. He crossed the room, stopping in front of me.

The beat of the music pounded with the tempo of my pulse. With Romeo at my back, I placed my palms on Dozer’s chest, sliding my fingers under his cut. He moved against me. We danced, but there was more going on between the three of us.

I was so tangled up in both of them.

Dozer had his hands on my hips. “I’m not going to stay.”

“Why?”

Dozer glanced around the room. “Too many people. Stay and have fun. I’ll see you later.”

He stepped away, and I turned to Romeo. “He’s going to pull away.”

“You can get him to stay.”

I shook my head. “Maybe he doesn’t really want this. I know he goes to some dark places inside. I don’t want to be another one.”

“Yeah, baby, you do. And that’s what he’s afraid of.”

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