“Says who?”
“Says everyone.”
“Bullshit. You can do whatever you want with whoever you want. I wouldn’t think twice if I were you. You might never have another chance.”
“I didn’t know I needed one. Normal people don’t do that.”
“Again, says who? Poppy, seriously, do you realize how hot that is?” She sees my hesitancy. “But, hey, don’t let me pressure you. You shouldn’t do it if you don’t want to. You do you.”
“Thanks. I guess it’s not something I’ve thought about before.”
“Then stop thinking and do what feels right. Orgoodrather.” She winks, causing us to laugh.
“Now let’s go dance our asses off and give them something to drool over.”
After using the bathroom, we lose ourselves on the dance floor for who knows how long, until the guys run out of patience and join us. It doesn’t slip into rated R this time, but they definitely don’t keep their hands to themselves. I start to loosen up, enjoying them together instead of overthinking, and by the time we return to the table, I’m grinning from ear to ear.
Braden leans in. “That looks good on you.”
“What does?”
He reaches up and brushes his thumb along my bottom lip. “This.” Then he kisses me chastely before taking his seat.
“It’s getting late. I think we’re gonna head out after this drink,” Justin says after another round is ordered.
I’m still in a daze from Braden’s comment.
“Sounds like a great plan to me. Poppy?” Braden places his hand on my thigh, bringing me out of my stupor.
“Yeah. I’m ready. You guys wore me out.”
Warren leans over and whispers in my ear. “Not yet, we haven’t.”
My cheeks heat as I catch Lucy watching. Her face tells me exactly what she’s thinking, and I’m shocked to discover my mind moving in the same direction.
Once our drinks are finished, we all exit the club and say our goodbyes. Apparently, we’re giving Warren a ride home, so the three of us pile into the back of the town car. Braden comes in last after telling Blake where to go, and when the door closes, the sexual tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife.
As we drive away, Warren wraps his hand around my neck and pulls me toward him. “I’ve been dying for a turn all night,” he says before his mouth crashes into mine.
His kiss is more aggressive than Braden’s, his lips slightly smallerbut just as powerful, spreading me open for more. Not that he’s forcing his way in by any means, since I’m eagerly matching his every move.
“So it’s my turn back here then?” I hear Braden from behind as my hair is brushed to the side, and his lips graze my neck.
While Warren cups my breast, Braden’s hand reaches between my legs and probes my aching core. “Ah fuck, sugar, you’re soaking wet.”
Warren breaks from the kiss. “I can’t wait for a taste. See for myself how sweet you are.”
“You want that, Mouse? Warren to lick your needy pussy… make you come on his tongue?” Braden asks seductively. It’s not words that answer, it’s the moan that leaks out along with the reaction my body makes of its own accord. My hips thrust into Braden’s hand as he rubs my clit.
“Yeah, you do. Your pussy’s begging for it. Turns out my little mouse is filthy,” Braden says while pressing a finger inside, causing me to gasp at the intrusion.
“Damn right she is,” Warren adds. “I’m ready to see how dirty we can get her. We headed to your place?”
I’m assuming he’s talking to Braden, but I’m too distracted by their hands to pay attention as my head falls back in ecstasy.
“Give us another one, Mouse. We’re not leaving the car until you come all over my hand.” Braden licks my ear and nibbles the lobe.
“You better hurry, babe, we’re getting close, and I need a sample.” Warren’s hand joins Braden’s, and I feel another finger added.
