Page 56 of Ringer's Freedom

“We can dance,” I prod.

Lilah looks at me suspiciously with her brows raised. “You? Dance?”

I smirk at her and take her fingers to entwine them with mine. “You have no idea what I can do, Princess.”

“Show me what you got then, big guy.”

“Ahhh!” Sparrow squeals as she stomps her heeled feet against the ground. “Let’s fucking go!”

Luckily, our waitress filled our drinks before coming over. I gulp down the remaining amber liquid at the bottom of my glass and drop it onto the table. I take Lilah’s hand and drag her to the middle of the dance floor with Sparrow not far behind.

Even though I am so fucking far out of my comfort zone, the second Lilah presses her tight body against mine, I could give two shits less about our whereabouts. All I give a damn about is the woman in my arms and the way she is moving her body so deliciously against me.

The loud music couldn’t be farther from the shit I’m used to listening to, but I’d play it every day of the week if it made Lilah move the way she is right now. I relax my muscles and sway against her. I’ve never been more thankful for Sparrow as I am at this moment as she grabs Lilah’s hand, spinning her away from me, which causes her to press her lush ass on my dick.

Gripping her hips in my hand, I groan as her body starts to move in tandem with the beat.

Lilah’s body never leaves mine as Sparrow feeds her shot after shot. Just like at The Castle the other night, she seems to be just fine even though Sparrow is close to three sheets to the wind. The only telling feature on Lilah is the slight, glassy glint in her green eyes that causes them to shine like emeralds.

Sparrow slips away from us once again, so I spin Lilah around in my arms. She throws her arms around my neck.

My eyes follow the smallest droplet of sweat as it slips down the column of her neck. When it disappears between her cleavage, I force my eyes back to search her face, where I find a mischievous grin pasted on her lips.

Surprise lights up her face as bubbles start to fall from the ceiling.

“What the hell!” she yells, spreading her arms out and leaning her head back as the bubbles rain down on us.

I let out a laugh as I watch her in amusement. Whether it’s the alcohol talking or simply experiencing her joy, I could live in this fucking moment forever.

The amount of strength it takes me not to lay her down on this dance floor at our feet and ravage her body is unparalleled. Sparrow finds us a few minutes later as Lilah dances to the beat in my arms, our skin shining with the residue from the bubbles.

“Let’s go sit for a minute!” Sparrow calls over the music, holding our drinks out for us to take.

I follow the women back towards the tables and can’t help my eyes from searching out Lilah’s ass in her tight denim shorts. I could try to blame it on only having my hand for company for eight years, but I think it has nothing to do with that and every bit to do with the seductress sipping her drink as she takes a seat at our table.

“Is this a casino too?” I ask as I sit, trying to start a conversation to focus on anything but the thought of my little vixen naked and beneath me.

“Well, there is a chapel on the second floor, the entire third floor is a casino, and the rest is the hotel. You find some weird shit in Vegas,” Sparrow answers easily.

“Damn. So you can eat dinner, get drunk, get married, get rich, and get fucked all in one place?” I ask with a laugh. “Why would anyone leave?”

“Oh my god! Please tell me the chapel has one of those tacky Elvis guys that will marry you!” Lilah asks while laughing her ass off at her own question.

“You bet your ass they do!” Sparrow leans into Lilah, causing her drink to slosh over the side of the glass.

Both girls think it’s the funniest thing in the world, and I can’t help my laughter from taking over.

“We need more shots!” Sparrow yells as a song about everyone taking shots blares over the speakers.

Fuck.I’m in for a long night with these two.

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Lilah

Holy shit,I’m never drinking again.

My head.

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