They’re both standing there now, trying to maintain some dignity, and I’m torn between arousal and hysterical laughter.
Nina is dying beside me, clutching her sides, and I notice she’s drifted toward some tall, dark-haired guy who’s watching her with obvious interest.
Dylan and Mason are looking at each other, clearly trying to figure out their next move, when Dylan pulls his shirt off in one smooth motion.
My breath catches. His chest is incredible. Defined muscles, more tattoos than I realized covering his ribs and across his collarbone, a dusting of hair trailing down his abdomen.
He ties the shirt around his waist like a makeshift skirt, and the crowd cheers again.
Mason follows suit, pulling off his to reveal equally impressive abs and chest, tying it around himself.
Now they’re both shirtless, wearing shirt-skirts over boxers, and boots. They grab their wallets and keys.
“You ready to keep the party going?” Mason asks, grinning my way.
“Absolutely,” I manage, my voice slightly strangled.
That’s when I notice Nina is definitely with that guy with the dark hair now. He’s whispering something in her ear that leaves her giggling, his arm around her waist.
I drift over, leaning into her ear. “That’s not your ex, is it?”
“God, no.” She grins. “This is Oliver. We’re… friends.”
“Close friends,” Oliver adds with a sly smile.
“You sure you’re okay?” I ask quietly.
“More than okay. You go take care of your boys.” She winks. “I might be with Oliver tonight.”
I hug her, breathing in whatever floral scent she always seems wrapped in. “Let me know if you need anything, and text me if you leave the bar, tell me where you go.”
She laughs, cupping my cheek like I’m fussing too much. “I love how protective you are. Now go with your men.”
Before I can step away, Mason appears at my left and Dylan at my right, sliding in like they’ve always belonged pressed against me. Mason hooks his fingers through mine. Dylan takes my other hand, warm and careless and smug about it.
“We’re gonna need clothes if we’re partying anywhere else tonight,” Mason says, already tugging.
“Yup,” Dylan agrees. “Preferably ones that won’t get us arrested for indecent exposure.”
I blink up at them. “You want me to come with you to change?”
“Obviously,” Mason says, like that was never a question.
“Unless you’re trying to ditch us.” Dylan narrows his eyes in mock offense.
“I can wait here,” I offer weakly, but my feet are already moving, my body leaning into the pull of them like gravity. Their hands are hot.
“Too late,” Mason says with a grin.
“You’re ours now,” Dylan adds, voice low, coaxing.
“I can walk on my own, you know,” I say, half laughing as I try to twist free, not seriously, not really wanting to. They know it.
Dylan only tightens his hold, brushing his knuckles against my wrist. “Yeah, but this is more fun.”
Mason shoots me a wicked sideways smile. They sweep me outside, and my pulse kicks up like I’ve been caught doing something sinful. I should pull away, but I don’t. My body hums between them, strung tight, wanting.
Outside, the cold air snaps around me, and I realize Mason and Dylan are essentially half naked in near-freezing temperatures.
