“With you I do.”
“Hey, beautiful, come dance with me.” She turns as I see some pretty-faced asshole with his hand on her arm, trying to pull her from me.
“You’re about to lose that hand,” I warn him as I get ready to pounce.
He lifts his head from where he’s been eye-fuckingmy girlto frown at me. “Dude, what’s the problem? You’ve been dancing with her for a while. You want to dance with me, right, sweetheart?” he looks back down at her with a smile I can’t wait to wipe from his face.
“Ewe no,” Wren says instantly, taking a step away from him and pressing her back against my chest.
A huge smile covers my face at her lack of tact as I wrap an arm around her shoulder and use my other to pry his fingers from her arm. They’re so tight my smile fades, realizing that he might have left a mark.
“Bitch,” he hisses, yanking his hand away as if he didn’t just want to have his hands all over her.
I get ready to pull her behind me and lay one on the guy when a fist comes flying from the side, knocking him on his ass.
Pete grins down at Wren. “Hi angel!” He jumps toward her, giving her a quick peck on the cheek before grabbing the guy's leg and dragging him away. Everyone else is watching with wide eyes, but nobody interrupts, even though the guy is cursing up a storm as he’s dragged by his foot out ofthe bar.
Wren watches with wide eyes as Jagger holds open the door, then Sly’s there, blocking her view. He tilts her chin up toward him and studies her face for a moment.
“Having fun, little bird?” She nods slowly. “Good, now I believe, before you were interrupted, you were about to dance?” He turns her back toward me, and my panicked eyes meet Sly’s. Shit, I was hoping we’d avoided this.
But when Sly presses against her back, his hands gripping her hips as he starts to guide her movement, I realize he’s not leaving me to figure this out on my own.
“That’s it, Wren. Sway those hips for us. Good girl. Dex, push your knee between her legs, yes, just like that, try to match the sway of your hips to hers.” I try to follow the rhythm, but it’s hard, ‘cause I have none.
“Dex, put your hands right below mine.” I grip her hips, and he nods. “Feel her movement? Try to copy it.” It’s easier to follow her rhythm this way, and we keep doing it for a few minutes until Sly changes things up.
“Dex, keep going. Wren, instead of swaying side to side, try to roll your body forward.” He places his hands on her upper and lower back as he helps guide her motion. It takes a couple minutes, but suddenly it seems to click as she executes a perfect body roll against my thigh.
“Fucking hell,” I whisper with a groan. Her skirt is too short to cover her, so I feel the heat of her sex through her panties as she grinds against my leg. My hands move to her ass as I help her grind against me harder.
Her hands clench in my shirt, and when she looks up at me with a mix of worry and need in her eyes, I stop our movements. “We need to go back to the room,” I tell Sly. He frowns for a second before looking down at Wren’s heatedface. He nods, grabbing one of her hands and leading us from the bar.
I want to scoop her up, but thanks to that short skirt, it would make her flash anybody we pass. We make it up to the hotel room quickly, and I slam the door shut, my eyes instantly finding Wren as she wrings her fingers, staring at me with those big blue eyes.
I really wish I knew what she was thinking right now.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
WREN
Ihad no idea dancing could feel like that.
My entire body is tingling from the feeling of moving between Sly and Dex. My nipples feel tight, and my core is clenching so much that a small whimper escapes me.
“What’s wrong, Wren?” Sly asks, turning to face me with concern etched on his face.
“I feel funny,” I tell him quietly, feeling embarrassed for my strange reaction to dancing. Neither of them seem phased by it.
Is there something wrong with me?
“Baby,” Dex says, squeezing my shoulder in support. “Of course there’s nothing wrong with you. Why would you think that?”
“Did I say that out loud?” They both nod, and my cheeks heat.
“You said you feel funny,” Sly says, grabbing my hand. “Do you have a headache?" I shake my head. “Can youdescribe it?”
“It’s…” I rack my brain for a way to explain it. “It’s like pressure, here.” I place my hand low on my abdomen as I rub my thighs together to try to alleviate the feeling there. It almost feels like I have to pee, but it’s different, somehow.
