I don’t say any of that though, just nod my assent.
“What are you hungry for?” Caspian urges as we begin to walk toward the casino area.
“I could go for something spicy, I think.”
“I know just the place. Follow me.” Fritz walks just ahead of us, continuing, “After we have dinner, we shall head over to the club again? Dance, drink, all that jazz. Cas already promised me no more murders so it’ll be a little less fun than last night, but I’m sure we can keep it interesting.” He turns and winks in our direction.
Caspian squeezes me a little tighter for a second, and I suddenly get the feeling I’m being cornered by two apex predators. Once again, I think to myself that I should probably be scared shitless, but I’m just excited.
As we eat dinner, which is, in fact, the best, spiciest ph? I’ve ever had, I realize Caspian was 100% right last night. I’m definitely not ready to have sex, but it would be fun to dance and drink and flirt with them both. Maybe I could even get a little glimpse of what they’re liketogether, but I’m not expecting that. They both seem more interested in me than each other, and all the attention is making my head spin.
They both keep finding small, innocent ways to touch me, and it’s causing rampant thoughts that are anythingbutinnocent. Fritz will brush the inside of my wrist with his fingers as we walk, or Caspian will brush my hair behind my shoulder while talking to me.
At one point, Fritz wraps an arm around me and takes a selfie as he’s pretending to kiss my face, and I push him away, laughing my ass off the whole time. I finally relent and allow him one little peck on the cheek before I shove Bánh g?i in his mouth to make him relent.
By the time we make it to the table inside the club, I’m in dire need of a drink, and I need to go dance, just to expel some of this energy building inside me.
Marie is an absolute and utter joy again, of course, gushing about my hair and my makeup andthat fucking dress!as she brings us a couple different drinks again. We all give her approximately 23762 thank you’s, and she heads off with a wave.
After a few minutes of talking and sampling everything, Fritz stands up first. “I’ll be on the floor, I fucking love this song,” he announces, not waiting for a response before he’s gone.
I turn to Caspian, asking, “Are you going to attempt to dance tonight?” while I sip on my sweet, blue something or other. I’m trying not to laugh at how wooden he seemed the night before, but it’s funny. He’s always graceful and smooth, so his complete lack of rhythm shocked me.
He looks at me, deadpanning, “Fuck no.” I take another sip to hide my laughter, and he adds lowly, “I’ll just watch.”Okay, wait.I set down my drink and narrow my eyes at him. I’m reading too much into it. He doesn’t mean what it sounds like he means.
I turn my head to find where Fritz is already spinning someone in circles, ignoring the patrons around them, grinning, and meeting my eye. “Heisentertaining to watch.” I concede, “Though his rhythm is about as good as yours.” As I look at Caspian, the look in his eyes is nearly feral.
“There is no way to dance to this music that is not thinly veiled foreplay. Would you prefer he stand there and rub himself against her for your entertainment?” he smirks at me, knowing my answer would be a resoundingyes.
“You could go dance with him, I’m sure he would be happy to teach you.” I bat my lashes at him.
He makes a sound like he’s considering it but says, “Actually, Little Dove, I thinkyoushould go dance with him. I would enjoy the lesson infinitely more that way.”
I freeze with my mouth open in shock, “But- but you just said-”
“I know what I said, and I know what I want. I also happen to know what he wants.” I swallow, considering his words. I’ve been wondering if Fritz mentioned our time together, or if I should. Based on how hungrily he’s looked at us both all night, he’s well aware of what’s taken place.
He slides closer to me, draping his arm onto the backrest behind me, using his free hand to trace little circles on my bare thigh, “But the question, Bel, is what doyouwant?”
“I don’t know,” I say too quickly.
“Yes, you do. You’re just afraid that you shouldn’t have it,” Caspian gently cups my jaw with the arm draped around me and presses his lips to mine, surprising me with his softness. Opening my mouth wider, he slowly and thoroughly glides his tongue against mine, and I moan into the kiss. In answer, his fingers still their movement and grip my whole thigh in his big hand. He whispers against my mouth, “Look, baby,” before using his grip on my jaw to turn my head towards the dance floor.
There I instantly find Fritz, still moving to his own rhythm, eyes glued to us, looking starving and slightly dazed. Caspian lips find my neck, and I let out a sigh, not allowing my eyes to drop from Fritz’s smoldering gaze. Between Caspian’s slightly too-hard grip on my thigh and his urgent nibbles on my neck, I’m a mess already.
“Go dance,” he begs, “please. Put us all out of our misery.”How can I say no when he asks so sweetly.I pull back and give him one more kiss on the lips before making my way over to what is probably the most dangerous being in the room.
“Oh, hello Sweetness,” he greets, “having fun?”
“So much. But unfortunately, Caspian refused to come dance with you, so you’ll have to make do with me,” I tease.
With one brow raised, he holds a hand out to me, “I’m sure you’re a far better dancer than he is. He’s always had two left feet.” His eyes sparkle with humor and excitement, and I’m sure my face mirrors his. He pulls me into his arms, spinning me how he was his partner before.
I admit I was expecting him to instantly make this an obscene display of lust, but instead, he spins me, holding my hand and waist in a downright respectful manner. Before I know it, I’m giggling like mad and twirling again and again without a single thought in my head.
I’m sure we’ve danced for several songs, just laughing and playing, and I can imagine this is how they used to enjoy themselves at balls in their world before. I make eye contact with Caspian a few times, and he’s always smiling, either giving me a wave or lifting his drink in salute.
After I’ve been spun in countless circles and dipped nearly the floor several times, the beat slows into something sultry, heady, and drugging. Fritz spins me out again, this time catching me when I return to him, spinning me until my back is against his front.
