I squeeze my eyes shut tight against his words. Everything is too much. Eli’s hands ghost over my thighs as he slowly rises up to press against me again. Being caught between both of them has my system in overload at the dual sensations. Trevor at my back, pressing against me, moving me, with Eli at my front… I’m going to die.
“Hey, Harper,” Eli whispers sweetly against my ear at the same time Trevor slowly dances his hand up the inside of my thigh. Oh, fuck.
“I…”
“Just trust us, okay?” Eli softly kisses my cheek. “And trust Jackson.”
My eyes slowly blink open in the dark haze of the club to watch Eli move his hips in a sensual roll. Eli’s hands rise to grip my ribs so he can press himself hard against me, wiggling in a way that makes my head spin dangerously.
They’re going to kill me.
Before I can ever kiss Jackson.
Life is so cruel.
8
JACKSON
Trevor and Eli make eye contact and something passes between them, sending a terrifying sinking feeling into the pit of my stomach. Tipping onto his toes, Trevor whispers into Beau’s ear, then presses a gentle-looking kiss to his boyfriend's stubbled cheek. I watch entranced as Trevor disappears into the empty dance floor to stand behind a confused-looking Harper. I have to lock my limbs to prevent myself from running onto the dance floor to tug Harper into my arms, to make him feel safe.
Trevor moves to stand behind Harper, looping an arm around his waist to tug Harper roughly against his front. Eli whispers something into Harper’s ear, a devilish smirk on his face. Eli flashes a look at me, eyes sparkling with mischief. Eli proceeds to press tightly against Harper’s front, all the while keeping his teasing eyes on me. Caught between the two men, Harper looks torn between being terrified, and slightly turned on. The turned-on part is what pisses me off.
“What are they doing?” I ask, pulse pounding in my ears.
Colby leans back against the wall, a smile tipping his lips up. “Giving us a show.”
Beau snorts, but remains silent, which is everything I’ve come to expect from the man. The three of us grip our sodas tightly, gazes firmly set on the dance floor containing our men. No doubt about it. Harper is mine, he just doesn’t know it yet. But he will know soon if I have anything to say about it.
Trevor slowly sways them back and forth with his firm grip on Harper’s hips. My pulse pounds in my ears, in my neck, whooshing sounds filling my senses as Trevor leans down to whisper against the shell of Harper’s ear. All the blood in my body boils when Harper leans hard against Trevor, trusting the other man to hold him up. That should be me. Not Trevor. I’m the only one who should ever touch Harper so possessively, so intimately.
My mouth goes as dry as the Sahara when Eli drops to a crouch, then slowly inches back up Harper’s body in a sensuous crawl. Fuck. They’re fucking with me. My best friends are fucking with me. Harper’s lips part slightly as his chest rises and falls more quickly, obviously affected by the two men he’s sandwiched between. The soda can in my hand gets torn from my grip, tearing my attention from the three men on the dance floor.
“You’re going to bust the can, Jackson.” Colby nods his head towards the dance floor. “Take back what’s yours.”
“He’s not…”
Colby rolls his eyes. “Don’t argue with us. It’s written all over your face. Beau and I give you our blessing.”
“Blessing?” I repeat slowly.
Beau grunts softly. “We trust Harper with you. Break his heart and I’ll take a Louisville slugger to your precious Mercedes.”
I gasp in fear. “You wouldn’t.”
A smirk twitches the corner of Beau’s lips but doesn’t fully break loose. “Test me.”
“No can do, buddy,” I say loudly over the music. “That man is mine, and I’d rather die than ever break his heart.”
With that, I leave them behind. I’m going to get what’s mine. Trevor lifts his face from the crook of Harper’s neck with a wicked smirk. His eyes flit over my shoulder, no doubt landing on Beau. Eli disappears behind me just as I reach out to tug Harper from Trevor’s arms. Those gorgeous green eyes blink open, confusion warring in his gaze. But the moment it clicks into place that it’s me, a relieved smile flies across his plush lips. I need to kiss him. I have to kiss him. Right now.
Burying my fingers in Harper’s hair, I tug him against me until he gasps in shock.
“I’m going to kiss you now.” I tighten my fingers in his hair, until my knuckles pop. “Tell me no.”
Harper doesn’t utter a single word, instead he presses hard against my chest and leans up until his lips are only a breath from mine. The action dares me to kiss him, to make him mine. The world explodes into sensation when our lips finally touch. I lick into his mouth, needing the perfect taste of him on my tongue. God. He tastes sweet, just like I imagined. It’s the best damn kiss of my entire fucking life.
Harper melts against me with a dreamy sigh into my mouth. I loop my other arm around his waist, holding him steady, pulling him as tightly against my own body as I can. Everything but Harper stops existing. The sweet taste of him, the warmth of his skin against my palms, the tremble of his chest against my own as I steal the air from his lungs. All of it is mine. This man that infuriates me, makes me laugh. I’m going to keep him.
