It’s on the tip of my tongue to say anything. She can take whatever she wants, as long as I get to keep dancing.
She drags her hands up my sides and around my back, then splays them over my shoulder blades, pulling me flush against her and working her leg between mine again.
“You feel so good, Sawyer. So soft. You look so hot in this outfit. Do you still have your piercings?”
I nod, and on cue, my nipples go stiff and brush against the fabric of my top, making me whimper.
“Good. I want to suck on them and bury myself between your gorgeous tits.”
I drop my head back, panting. My insides are warm and gooey, my desire mounting with every word out of Keira’s mouth. My hands move to my breasts of their own accord.
“That’s it.” She brings her lips to my ear, then trails wet, hot kisses down my neck. “Touch yourself for me. Show me how you like it so I know exactly what to do to this body tonight.”
Tonight?
My eyes fly open and I stagger back a step. All I want to do is dance. Ican’tstop dancing.
Mirth and mischief dance in her eyes as she loops her arms around me once more. “That’s the secret, pretty girl. JD would love to play with both of us tonight.”
JD.
A shudder rolls through me. Ugh. I hate that guy.
I forgot he was here, honestly.
Keira releases me, and I turn, relieved, scanning the crowd around us. The room is absolutely packed, bodies crammed intight. I smile again. Fuck, it feels so good to be here. To be dancing.
“Done.” Keira holds up her phone and smirks.
Done? I don’t know what she’s done. Nor do I really care.
I turn around, intent on finding a new dance partner. But before I even take a step, she’s clutching my hand and tugging me back hard enough to make me stumble.
“Come on, pretty girl,” she coaxes. “Now that I’ve got you all warmed up, it’s time to put on the real show.”
She spins me and moves me and grinds against me like it’s her job. I’m swept up in every motion, the sway of her hips and the trail of her hands inspiring liquid lust to flood my system.
We’re face to face, her arms draped over my shoulders, her hands linked behind my neck, when another person joins us.
A man, based on the size of the body pressing against my back.
He’s big. His hands are rough on my hips, calloused fingers digging into the exposed flesh of my midriff.
He’s hard, too. I feel it every time Keira rolls her hips against mine, forcing me to press my ass into him.
She leans over my shoulder, her warmth completely engulfing me, her head next to mine. Is she…
She’s kissing someone.
I twist and lock eyes with a man I’ve never liked, and sometimes even loathed.
JD.
He’s kissing my friend, but his eyes are open and fixated on me.
Creep.
The urge to squirm consumes me, like spiders scurrying up and down my arms, but I’m locked in tight, trapped between their bodies.
