We stayed for another song or two, bodies pressed together, her tucked between us, hands wandering more than they probably should have in public.
Eventually, she leaned in closer to me, lips near my ear. “I’m getting hot.”
“You want to head back?” I asked.
Her gaze flicked to Dylan. “Yeah. I want you both to myself again.”
“Say less,” he answered.
We fought our way back to the bar, dropped our empty glasses, and headed toward the street. The air felt cooler away from the crowd.
A taxi rolled by, and I lifted a hand to flag him down. He pulled over, and we squeezed in.
Faye ended up in the middle again, crown still crooked on her head, legs pressed against ours. The driver pulled away from the curb after we gave him the villa’s address.
Her hand landed on my thigh, fingers tracing a slow line higher. Heat shot through me.
“You doing that on purpose?” I asked near her ear.
“Very much on purpose,” she answered.
On her other side, Dylan’s hand slid over her bare knee and disappeared under the hem of her dress. Her grip on my thigh flexed, a sharp inhale giving away exactly what his fingers were doing.
“Such a tease.” Faye giggled.
“Just impatient,” Dylan replied.
Five minutes later, the cab dropped us at the front door of our vacation spot.
Once inside, I pushed the door closed and turned the lock.
Faye leaned back against it, cheeks flushed, eyes dark, crown still on her head. “So,” she breathed. “It’s a new year.”
“Best one I’ve had so far,” Dylan said, stepping in close.
I reached up, slipped the crown off, and set it on the small table by the keys. My hand came up to her jaw, thumb brushing her skin. “Do you still want to make the most of what’s left of this week?”
Her gaze moved between us. “Yeah. I really do.”
“You’ve got us all night,” I told her.
Her mouth curved. “Then stop talking, J.”
“That’s the plan,” I murmured against her lips. We moved together down the hallway, leaving a trail of shoes and clothes behind us.
When we were all completely naked, Faye guided me back onto the bed with a knowing smirk. She pushed at my shouldersuntil I was lying on my back. She turned to Dylan and kissed him quickly. “You gonna watch me blow your brother?”
“Yeah, Princess. Let me see you work his dick like your favorite lollipop.”
She straddled my hips, then slid down my body—dragging her soft flesh over my hardening cock as she went—and took me into her mouth. I groaned, and my head fell back against the mattress. I let my eyes drift shut as I sank into the feeling of her tongue doing wicked things to me.
Then the bed shifted. I felt Dylan move beside me, his weight pressing into the mattress. I assumed he was moving in to take his turn with Faye, but when I opened my eyes, he wasn’t reaching for her. He was propped up on one elbow, looking down at me. His expression was serious, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them.
“Jase,” he whispered.
“Yeah?”
He didn’t answer with words; he just leaned in and kissed me hard.
