Page 24 of Faking it with the Bad Boy Bikers

Seth’s brows climbed into his hairline. “Don’t get scared now.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m not scared.”

Henry leaned closer and brushed his nose up the side of my neck. “Prove it.”

My pulse kicked into high gear. I was shaking from nerves and adrenaline but it wasn’t the worst feeling in the world. I couldn’t remember a time before meeting them that I’d felt anything like what I experienced around them. It was like my body was hooked to a battery and being shocked every other second. “How?”

“Dance with me.” Woodrow drained his beer and stood up. He brushed Henry out of the way and gripped my hips. “Now.”

“Now? I just sat down…” I saw him opening his mouth, probably to call me a coward. “Fine. Let’s dance.”

He pulled me to the dance floor and held me tight to his chest as a slow country song played. His hands rested at the top ofmy ass and his smile was indulgent as he leaned down. “It’s a dangerous trait to allow people to dare you into doing anything and everything, Nell.”

I lightly raked my nails over the back of his neck. “Not anything and everything. Only things I already wanted to do.”

“So, you wanted to dance with me?” He inched one of his hands lower and groaned against my ear. “These jeans should be illegal.”

I tipped my head back to look him in the eyes. “And why is that?”

Throwing all teasing to the wind, Woodrow smoothed his hand over my ass and squeezed my cheek hard. Tugging me even closer, I felt a bulge pressing into my stomach and my eyes widened at the size of it. “That’swhy. You’ve got me walking around like a fucking pervert. I almost drilled a hole in the counter at the diner last week.”

A surprised laugh puffed past my lips. “No!”

He pressed his hips harder into me, letting me feel even more of his erection. “Yes. You’re trouble.”

I ignored the way that word sent a warning through my body and forced myself to smile. “From where I’m standing, only one of us is about to catch a felony for lewd displays in public.”

“If you think I’m letting go of you and chancing anyone else seeing this, you’re crazy. I’m trying to become Sheriff, woman.” He flexed his fingers on my ass and pressed his mouth to my jaw, letting his beard drag over my sensitive skin. “So, tell me, Nell. Are you really not bluffing?”

Before I could answer him, I felt hands on my hips from behind. I glanced over my shoulder and there was Henry, pushing Woodrow’s hand out of the way so he could press into my ass. The expression on his face was hungry.

“We’ve never done this and we aren’t mind readers, so you’d better speak up if this isn’t something you’re interested in.”Woodrow drew my face back around to him and ran his thumb over my mouth.

Henry dipped his hips so he rocked his own impressive bulge against my ass. His hands slipped just under the bottom edge of my shirt and played against my bare skin. “You’ve been torturing us, Nellie. I’d love a chance to return the favor.”

I shivered between their big bodies. “I wasn’t torturing you.”

Woodrow laughed and wedged one of his hands in my hair, gripping it tight. “Maybe not at first. Maybe you were blind and didn’t realize how much we looked at you. It wouldn’t have taken you long to understand we weren’t just playing around when you threw yourself at us in front of your brothers, though. Not when we responded so…positively.”

I couldn’t help sticking my bottom lip out. “Seth didn’t.”

He smirked. “He’s stronger than us. But not by much.”

Henry ran his hand up my chest and lightly gripped my throat. If he heard the way my breath caught, he ignored it. He turned my face toward the table Seth was still sitting at. “Does he look like a man unbothered?”

Licking my lips, I had to agree that Seth looked famished. His eyes were narrowed in on me with such an intensity that my skin burned. He had a firm grip on one of the beers and when I met his gaze, he tipped it in my direction and let a dangerous smirk play at the corners of his mouth. I swallowed around a lump of need and then gasped when Henry tightened his grip on my throat and shifted so he could slide his lips over mine.

Any semblance of dancing we’d been doing came to a swift halt. Woodrow pressed his mouth to my neck and kissed his way up to my ear. “You look fucking delicious with Henry’s hand around your throat. How far are you going to let us go, Nell?”

Henry didn’t lift his mouth from mine to let me answer. He nipped my bottom lip and slid his tongue into my mouth when I gasped. He drank from my mouth while grinding his erectioninto my ass. His tongue played against mine and then he pulled away completely. “Are we going home together, Nellie?”

Things had escalated quickly. It hadn’t occurred to me I couldn’t rub against them for a week straight without expecting them to snap. What a way to snap, though. I knew I should say no and put a pause on things but I was being a normal twenty-six-year-old that night. My daughter was safe and the house was empty for the night. I’d never been wild but maybe it was time to play wild a bit.

“Yes.”

CHAPTER 20

Seth

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