Chapter Nine
Serena was impressed—Quinn could dance. He barely touched her, really, but he knew just how to rock her back against Hunter, to help her make the moment as erotic as possible for her boyfriend who she knew was a bit out of his depth but trying—and succeeding—to live in the moment.
Every so often Quinn would pull her into the space between the two men and spin her around, his arms ghosting around her, but he always returned her to the safety of Hunter’s hands.
So when he looked at them after another half hour of dancing, his mouth shiny and his eyes flashing, and asked, “You guys want to get out of here?” she didn’t say no, even though they’d probably hit their limit for fun for the night.
Instead she glanced over her shoulder at Hunter and let him make the call.
“We’ve got the limo for a little longer,” he said roughly. “Drive up and down the strip?”
Every nerve ending in her body danced with excitement. She nodded. “Sounds like fun.”
Hunter’s warmth right behind her, his hand possessively curled around her hip, and his easy, smooth laugh in her ear smoothed over the worry about what the hell was happening as the two men guided her out of the club and found their waiting ride.
“How much more time do we have with you, buddy?” Hunter asked the driver.
“An hour, sir.”
“Then take us on a tour, okay?” He handed over a folded bill, and as soon as they were inside the limo, he pulled Serena into his lap.
Quinn settled on the far couch, pulling back into the shadows.
Hunter just held her at first, but she could feel his heart pounding a mile a minute in his chest.
“You wanna open the sun roof?” she whispered against his cheek. His stubble caught on her lips, like little hooks trying to snag under her skin and keep her close.
You’ve got me hooked already, mister.
“Yeah.”
The only evidence that Quinn was watching them, listening to them, was the mechanical whirr of the roof hatch sliding back and the night sky coming into view.
So a whisper wasn’t private.
Nothing was private, and Hunter’s hand was creeping up her skirt.
She licked her lips and arched into his touch. “You wanna wait until we get back to the hotel?”
“You don’t.”
“I never want to wait for anything with you.”
“Then let me get you off.”
“In front of Quinn?”
“I think he wants to watch.”
“I think we should ask him first.”
From the shadows, Hunter’s friend chuckled softly. “Hunter doesn’t know the rules like we do, Serena.”
“I’m learning.” Her boyfriend lowered his head and kissed her shoulder. “How about you? Are you okay with this?”
She twisted her head until they were face to face. Just the two of them, just for this moment. “I don’t know what this is exactly.”
He swallowed hard. “A fantasy.”
