Page 153 of Full Mountie

Beth laughs and throws the red shirt at me. “I might still wear a dress. Okay, Sash, we’re going. You can meet us there later if you finish your work.”

“Later!” And the screen goes dark.

Beth puts her hands on her hips. “Leggings? Or a dress?”

Lachlan shrugs. “Up to you. We like dresses. Reminds us of sex, too.”

He has a point. “You can wear whatever you want, beautiful.”

“I need more warning next time,” she says, her voice shaking as she grabs a black dress off her bed and tugs it over her head. Once she smooths it over her hips, she reaches under and pulls off the leggings. “I fail at being cool.” She grabs a pair of boots from the floor and shoves them at Lachlan’s chest as she stops in front of us. “Plus we have to clean this disaster up before we go, because when we get back, I want sex. Lots of sex.”

We exchange an amused look over her head. “Yeah,” Lachlan says. “We’re good with this plan.”

“Okay.” She bounces on her toes. “I am excited. This is an awesome idea. It’s just kind of sudden. I wasn’t expecting this.” She reaches for Lachlan’s hand and squeezes his fingers.

“Oliver wouldn’t have suggested this place if it wasn’t safe for us to cut loose.” Lachlan lifts her fingers to his mouth and kisses her hand gently. “And Hugh’s obviously not straight, so he’ll be popular with the cool kids.”

I howl in mock outrage. “Although that’s true. I can’t play it straight like you can.”

“This is just my natural uptight Gaelic nature,” he says gruffly. “I’m not playing at anything.”

I wink at him. “You’re right. I help you put thegayin Gaelic.”

“I don’t need any help with that,” he says stiffly, proving my point.

Beth rubs up against him. “You can both help me put the gay in something tonight.”

I grab her wrist and spin her around, until she’s wrapped in my arms and I can move against her, slinky hips to curvy bottom. “Like you?”

“Is that gay? I think not.”

“It’s not straight. Not the way I want to do it.” I lick the curve of her ear. I’m fucking pumped to go dancing tonight. And to bring them home again. “I want us both inside you tonight. After dancing. Would you like that again? Lachlan in your ass, me in your pussy? Our cocks sliding back and forth against each other as we pump into you?”

“Maybe.” She licks her lips. “Or…you could fuck Lachlan. It’s been a while.”

That’s definitely gay. And hot. I want that, too.

“That’s up to him,” I say roughly.

He turns away, but I don’t miss the hitch in his step. “I thought we were going dancing,” he tosses back over his shoulder.

I look at Beth. Her gaze, like mine just was, is locked on his high, tight ass. And she’s grinning like a Cheshire Cat. She didn’t miss his reaction, either.

“You’ll get your wish,” I whisper to her. “And then we’ll get you between us. The best of both worlds.”

Instead of answering, she spins around in my arms and kisses me, eager and horny.

Through the front door window, there’s a flash that interrupts us. Headlights sweep across the front of the house. Our taxi has arrived.

I squeeze her tight. Tonight’s going to be something else.

The bouncerlovesBeth. He takes one look at her, then at us, and gives her ayou go girlhigh-five. So the attitude is great. Not sure about their security standards, but that’s what she’s got us for.

Lachlan clears his throat. “Ross. My name should be on the list, party of three.”

“Oh honey, it’s all good. You could come here any night and get to the front of the line. Come on in.” He pulls the door open and we head inside.

It’s packed, which explains the line stretched down the block.

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