Page 73 of Dark Horse

“Let her have her fun. She needs her confidence back with everything going on.” Levi adds his two cents.

“Well, maybe you can send Hayden her way instead of after Dakota if he’s such a great guy.” I shrug. Ramsey shoots me an unamused look before we’re caught.

“Can we help you?” the blonde woman asks, her brow skeptical of our presence in her private session.

“It’s the groom and his brothers,” Bristol announces as she finishes her practice session.

“Oh, perfect! You can help them practice some of the moves we’ve been working on.” The blonde woman claps her hands together.

“Happy to volunteer.” Ramsey practically runs to be Hazel’s practice session.

The blonde looks at Levi and me.

“I actually need to go make sure all the stuff is set up for the whisky tasting before the Briggs brothers get here,” Levi announces.

“Fucking traitor,” I mumble under my breath.

“Like you won’t enjoy it.” He smirks before he disappears back out the door.

“Sure. I can help.” I make my way slowly into the room.

The lights are down low, and Dakota looks like a fucking smoke show in the dress she has on. She always looks sexy regardless of what she’s wearing, but her bar outfits are as much functional as anything else. Mostly jeans and shorts. Besides the sundress the other day, I’ve rarely seen her in one, and I had been secretly looking forward to getting to see her in the bridesmaid’s dress tomorrow.

“Come here, Casino Cowboy.” Dakota pats the chair she was practicing with and grins at me. I don’t miss the way Marlowe and Bristol both snap to attention when I make my way over to her. Their eyes follow me with skepticism and suspicion, but they don’t say anything when I sit down. The silent threat that I better be supportive without getting handsy still lies heavy.

“All right. Guess that leaves us three. We can practice together,” Marlowe announces, clapping her hands together.

“I can be practice too,” The blonde woman walks over and sits in the chair in front of Aspen before she pulls her phone out, and music starts to play over the speakers. “All right, ladies, let’s go through the steps from the top.”

I can still hear her voice over the music, but all my attention is on Dakota as she bends over in front of me. Her skirt is pulling up her thighs and teasing at the edges of her cheeks. She sways her hips back and forth before she straightens back up slowly.

“Not too much different from what I teach at the bar, I guess,” she says softly as she turns around and places her hands on my shoulders per the instructor’s orders.

“You start teaching country stripping instead of swing when I wasn’t looking?” I raise a skeptical brow.

I get a swift pass of her blue-green eyes before she lifts them to the ceiling. She lowers herself into my lap, though, her hand going to the back of the chair like her instructor told her to as she starts to grind over me.

“Did you hire strippers for the bachelor party?” she asks absently.

“So Hazel could rip me in two because one of them touched Ramsey? No thanks.”

“That’s too bad for you. You look stressed. Like you could use some relaxation.”

“I’m not worried. I have a woman who sends me photos every night before I go to sleep. Sometimes, if I’m lucky, she calls to tell me all the filthy things she wants to do to me. And if I earn it, she shows me what she wants me to do to her,” I whisper, making sure that her friends can’t hear me over the low thud of the music.

“I’m glad you found someone so supportive of your needs.” A wry smile forms on her lips. “I need someone like that tonight.”

“Yeah?” I ask. I don’t have better words when she’s grinding over my cock while I get harder by the second as everyone else we know, and don’t want to find out about our little indiscretion, is sitting a few feet away from us. “You need something tonight, Hellfire?”

“It’s been a stressful week with the wedding prep and the issues at the bar, and I still have all my maid of honor responsibilities tomorrow night. I just need someone to take the edgeoff. Blank my mind out, and let me switch off for a little bit. You know?”

“Is this someone Jim or Jack tonight? Maybe Johnny?” I smirk.

“Smartass.” She grins at me before her eyes take on a devilish glint, dancing with mirth as she leans in, dragging the heat of her cunt straight over my cock. It soaks in as she whispers in my ear, “His name doesn’t matter. I’ll call him whatever he wants me to call him tonight. Let him have me whatever way he wants. As long as he finally stops teasing and takes.”

“He sounds like a lucky man,” I choke out.

The alarm bells are all going off. Telling me to get the fuck out of here. Telling me her entire hit squad is right here in the room with us, ready to bury me if I look at her wrong. But I can’t be bothered to stop, and my hand ghosts up the side of her thigh as I shift my hips and let her have a better angle. Her tongue teases along the edge of my earlobe, and her nails slip into the hair at the nape of my neck as she grinds down on me.

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