Page 77 of The Billionaire's Bride
"Okay, this should be good." Isla grabs my arm and yanks me onto the floor.
"What are you doing?" I laugh.
"Come on, Ava, you’ve been dying to dance, and I’ve made sure the music is good for the kind of dancing you like."
"Is that right?" I chuckle. The music changes again, the familiar beats of a fast dance remix come on. I can’t stop myself from tapping my feet against the floor, swaying my hips, shimmying my waist, my shoulders.
"Woohoo!" Isla hoots. "Go for it, babe." She launches into her own bump and grind version of a dance that’s both seductive and funny at the same time.
I laugh, shake my booty, fling my hands up in the air, drag them down my body as I move to the rhythm. Isla mirrors my moves and soon the two of us are shaking it up, dancing with each other, and to the music. Around us, the dance floor fills up.
More people join and soon we are pressed in from all sides in the tiny space. The music moves to an even faster beat, the lights dim, and strobe lights are flicked, transforming the atmosphere closer to that of a night club.
The crowd seems to thicken even more. Sweat beads my forehead, slides down the valley between my breasts. A man jostles Isla. She turns at the same time as him. He apologizes to her, she laughs. The two begin to dance together. My dress sticks to my back. Shit, I'm too hot. I push my way through the swaying bodies, to the edge of the dance floor. Then walk across the lawn to the side of the house. I can still hear the music, but there's no one here. Besides, it's cooler.
A breeze blows over my fevered skin and I lift my face to it.
The thump of the beats reaches me across the space. The cadence seeps through my veins, sinks into my blood. I close my eyes, letting the rhythm wash over me as I move my feet. I widen my stance as I grind my arse, sinking down in a semi squat, before I thrust my hips out, then my breasts, then weave up to straighten.
I sense a change in the space in front of me, then a pair of warm hands land on my hips.
I snap my eyes open, take in the strong chords of his throat, the sculpted pecs and the black marks of the tattoo exposed by the open neck of his shirt. His broad shoulders block out the sight of everybody else, and I gulp. I lift my eyes to meet his amber gaze.
Edward moves in sync with me, his gaze intense as he takes in my undulating body.
The hair on the nape of my neck prickles. Heat sears my back. I glance sideways, already knowing that I’ll find Baron behind me.
His big body towers over me and his biceps stretch the tight fit of his light blue shirt that set off the flint in his eyes. He must have abandoned his jacket at some point—not that I am complaining. He’s rolled his sleeves up to expose his thick veiny arms, the powerful forearms dotted with dark brown hair. His wide palms rest on my shoulders, the heat of them burning through the thin material of my dress.
Baron’s movements are stiff…as stiff as the unmistakable bulge that tents his crotch. He moves in closer and his pelvis cradles my hips. The thick column of his shaft nestles against the curve of my butt. Lust thickens my veins; moisture laces the hollow between my legs.
I turn forward as Edward bends his knees slightly. His movements are smooth, coordinated, a self-assurance to his steps that hints at some kind of formal lessons. I tip up my chin, rise on tip toe.
"Where did you learn to dance?" I murmur.
"Ballroom dancing classes." He smirks.
"What?" I gape. "No."
"Oh, yes." His smile widens. "One of the few things that my mother cared about. After all, I had to dance so she could take me to parties and show me off. At least, in this, she was determined that I appear civilized." He bares his teeth and my knees threaten to give way from under me. This man… He’s deadly. OMG—my thighs clench and my heart begins to thunder in my chest.
I turn my head sideways, "And you Baron?" I tilt my head, "Clearly, dancing isn’t one of your hobbies?"
"Is that a challenge?" He growls.
"It’s an…invitation?" I bat my eyelashes at him and his grip tightens on my hips.
His forehead furrows and he picks up his pace, matching his moves to mine... To the left, to the right, circle…and to the right again. I face forward to find Edward matching us step for step. To the left, right, circle, again. Just like that, the three of us are in sync. Flying. Floating. When you have the right beat, the right partner—or partners—dancing is like flying.
I raise my arm, wind it around Baron’s neck. Bring my other hand up and place my palm against Edward’s cheek. His amber eyes gleam. Edward moves in closer, until we are joined from chest, to hip, to thigh. Baron tilts his hips behind me. His throbbing length seems bigger, hotter, more insistent. My throat closes and sweat slides down the valley between my breast. I tip my chin up as Edward lowers his mouth to mine. He kisses me deeply, smoothly, thrusts his tongue between my lips. A grasp on my chin urges me to turn my head. Edward releases my mouth, for Baron to replace it with his. He brushes my lips once, twice, then swipes his tongue across my mouth. I groan, parting my lips, and instantly, he swoops in, closes his mouth around my tongue, sucking, nibbling, biting on my lower lip, and my pussy instantly clenches. Ed kisses his way across my cheek, down my throat, to the valley between my tits. He cups my breast, tweaks my nipple so hard that I cry out. The sound is swallowed by Baron’s mouth. He kisses me harder. I pant against his lips, press my fingers into the side of his neck. A moan ripples up my throat, and he shudders. He tears his mouth from mine, then growls, "To the car, right fucking now."
26
Ava
I walk inside the house, then pause in the middle of the living room. The door shuts behind me and I shiver. A ripple of apprehension runs down my spine. Shit, shit, shit, what am I doing? On the way home, none of us had spoken in the car. Baron had driven, barely keeping under the speed limit, and the SUV had seemed to eat up the miles. He’d barely parked when Edward had jumped out of the car and come around to open my door, then led me to the house. After unlocking the door, he’d gestured for me to go ahead. I’d moved in, conscious of his gaze eating me up. I’d headed for the stairs, then stopped.
Shit, what should I do? Go straight up to my room? To Edward’s room where we had spent the night? To Baron’s room? What is the right protocol to follow when you are about to bed two guys? Two guys… Gah! For someone who’d been a virgin not too long ago, I’ve, clearly, come a long way. OMG. Two guys. Two alphaholes… Two massive dicks… How the hell is this going to work? Can I handle both of them at the same time?
