“Get going, Tits,” Doc says. “Put your dress on and go for a walk.”
For a second my confidence falters, but then I think of all the beautiful strippers at Dreams. Of Betty. What would they do if they were in my position?
Bobby eyes my stomach and Eli is shifting in a way that says he’s hard inside his suit pants. They’re pretending to hold a united front but there are already cracks in it. And if I know anything about these men, it’s that they’ll turn on each other for a chance to touch me. All they’ve done is bet on my virginity and compete for it. The only difference is that this time, I’m in charge of who wins.
I approach the broad, wooden table and push a chair out of the way.
“What the hell are you doing?” Eli demands.
“Just playing,” I say, climbing onto the shining surface. “If you don’t like it, don’t look.”
But every pair of eyes remains glued to me as I get on all fours. Bobby is sitting bolt upright, and Doc’s practically salivating. Only Eli regards my naked body with something close to contempt. “You’re making a fool of yourself.”
I arch my back. “Okay, I guess I’m making a fool of myself.”
He gives a low growl, but doesn’t say anything. He’s waiting to see what I’ll do next. I turn on my side then sit back, facing all of them. I exhale, praying I can pull this off, then I spread my legs apart.
Bobby slams a fist into his forehead. “January…”
“Fucking hell, Tits.”
Eli’s amber eyes gleam. “Very pretty. Now run along.”
But the rush of positive feedback has me more confident than ever. I swish my hair over one shoulder, letting it flow over my body like a waterfall. All three of them follow the movement as though hypnotized.
“I wish someone would come and play with me,” I say, trailing one hand across my abdomen. “I’ve been waitingsucha long time.”
“If she touches her cunt, I’m done for,” Doc tells Eli. “I want you to know that.”
He scowls. “Give in and I’ll slit your throat. Miss Whitehall, get the fuck off my table.”
“No.” I focus my attention on Bobby, who’s struggling not to stare between my legs. His cheeks are burning so brightly it’s hard to believe they’ll ever be normal again. Adriano said Bobby might admit he was wrong. And if he does, I think Doc might follow.
I lift my hand to my breasts and pinch my left nipple. I meant it as a tease, but electricity radiates from the pressure point, making my flower tingle.
Bobby gives a helpless groan. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“I’m not doing anything.” I caress my other breast, trailing my nails over my sensitive skin. “Although, if you say,‘I would have let January seduce me into escaping,’you can be the first man to ever slide inside my pussy…”
“JJ,” Bobby warns, but the edge in his voice is gone. Even his charade of being annoyed is failing. He’s going to break, I’m sure of it.
“Bobby? Could you please come and touch me?”
I close my fingers over my right nipple and tug lightly, parting my lips in pleasure. “Oh…”
Bobby throws a desperate glance at his brothers. “What about them? They’ll still be here.”
Doc is staring at my flower and doesn’t look far from breaking himself.
“They can watch,” I say. “Doc once told me he likes playing second string, didn’t you,Nico?”
Doc glances up at my face, his bright blue eyes narrowed. “You ready to be my little cum slut?”
“Not yet,” I say, making my voice all sugary. “Not until you say what I want you to.”
Doc’s face tears between lust and laughter. He pounds the table. “I knew it. I just knew you were gonna be worth kidnapping.”
“Chiudiquelcazzo di bocca,” Eli says flatly.Shut your stupid mouth.
