Now it was one we knew how to move to together. Sisters finding a common beat, pulsing to the rhythm. Lala’s discarding of inhibitions was contagious, and we remembered how we partied together, knowing how each other would move, knowing how we caught the eyes of the people around us.
“You want him. You bartender?” She whispered the words in my ear.
I nodded. I knew he’d trample over my heart and leave it scarred. Maybe it would be a rite of passage, or maybe I felt the need to hurt myself the same way Gunnar’s wife had been. Penance. A way to repent.
“Yes.”
“Pretend you’re me. Do what I’d do, Jameson. Even if it’s just for one night. Or one summer.” She twirled me round as the music changed, a gritty female voice singing about things falling apart.
And then she left, heading back towards the man-boy, her mask still in place. One of her masks still in place.
I looked up and saw Tommy watching me, mixing a cocktail for Clara Reynolds, her son standing next to her wearing a suit.
His eyes burned, his shoulders bare in a sleeveless T. His black hair was mussed, and he looked heated, his expression dark.
I smiled and walked away to where Monty was, the brunette no longer clamped to his side, Tommy’s stare still fixed on me.
“I need to apologise.” I put my hand on Monty’s shoulder.
“What for?” He gave me that boyish grin, the one I wished could melt my underwear.
“For leading you on.”
He put both his hands over his heart and clutched them together dramatically. “But my love, hearts can mend and beautiful ladies can change their minds.” His hands moved quickly to my waist. “And Sonya is definitely interested in a threesome.”
The beat of the music changed to something almost retro, almost chilled.
“Not for me.”
“You don’t want to share?” The cute smile became seductive. “That’s fine by me.” He took my hand and pulled me back onto the makeshift dance-floor, his other hand straight on the small of my back, fingers splaying onto my ass.
Would I have danced like that with him if Tommy wasn’t watching? I don’t know. The way I grinded my ass into Monty, the way I looked over at Tommy as I did – I took that ounce of power and let it fill me full.
Monty’s lips met my neck, that point just above my shoulder. I could feel his cock press hard against my ass, his hand just under my breast. Only those moves weren’t for him and he didn’t know.
And if he did know, he wouldn’t care.
“Fuck, Lala. You sure you don’t want that threesome?” He breathed the words into my ear, making me smile all the more.
I looked over to where my sister was entangled with her boy-toy, her fist gripped in his long hair. He’d taken me for Lara. I had no idea why he hadn’t recognised me after that apology.
“I’m sure. But maybe Jay does.” I nodded towards Lara. “In fact, I’m pretty sure she’ll say yes.”
He kissed my neck again, his fingers running over the thin fabric that covered my nipple, making it harden. “You won’t make it four?”
Tommy smiled. There was no dark look, no suggestion that he was pissed off with what he saw. He poured the cocktail and passed the glass to Clara, unmistakable in her red dress with her tits almost hanging out.
“Go make my sister’s night.” I moved his hands off me, turning to give him a chaste peck on the cheek, something Lala would do, and I walked away, straight to the bar.
“Is it Lala or Jamie?” Clara peered at me. “It must be Lala with that dress. You look beautiful, my lovely. Have you seen your sister? I want to make sure she gets chance to chat to Robert.”
“I think she’s busy right now. If I see her, I’ll tell her you were asking.” I leaned an arm onto the bar, ignoring Tommy’s eyes that were boring a hole into my skin.
Clara ran a hand up and down Robert’s arm. “Please do. I know she’s anxious to talk to Robert.”
I looked at Robert. “And are you anxious to talk to my sister?”
He seemed surprised that I was speaking to him. “My mother thinks we’d get along, so it would be nice to see if we did.” He sounded as if the plum in his mouth was more like an orange, only his eyes were fixed on my breasts.
