“Just keep making us yours, and you’ll have us forever,” I tell her as she hums against my lips.
“I like the sound of that.”
“Me too, baby. Me too.”
“Last shot, baby. After that you’re sticking to water.” I chuckle at her little pouty whine as I hand her the tequila shot.
“You’re no fun, Pretty Boy.” She huffs and takes the drink.
I pass one over to Noah, but he shakes his head. He’s been nursing the same glass of scotch for the past hour. His third since we got here two hours ago, and that’s not counting the ones he had at home. I don’t even know how he’s not hammeredby now. But he’s barely taken a sip of this one, only looking down at it and hardly engaging in any topic of conversation.
“I may be no fun, but I don’t want you sick.” I kiss her temple as she grumbles.
We tap our shots together and throw them back, the burning sensation making its way down my throat. Tequila isn’t my drink of choice, but Ronnie wanted to take shots, and she chose this one… five times. And we all know by now, I’ll do anything to make my baby happy.
Her eyes light up when she spots Noah’s untouched one. “You’re not having it?”
“Nah, Kitten. I’m done drinking for the night. You can have it.” He brushes his knuckles over her cheek and smiles at her.
“Yay! More for me.” She quickly grabs the shot glass before I can stop her and downs it.
“Vixen,” I warn.
“I know, I know. No more now.” She rolls her eyes then perks up. “Ooh! I love this song! Let’s dance.”
She crawls over my lap, pecking my lips before standing outside the VIP booth we have back here in the club. Despite our last-minute decision to come out, I happened to know the owner, and he got us on the list when I called in a favor.
“Come on. Come, come. I want to feel you guys pressed up against me.” She reaches for my hand and practically pulls me out of the seat.
I stand at her side with a chuckle as she looks back at Noah, who still hasn’t moved despite her energetic demands. “Babe? You coming? I can’t dance with only one of you, I want both my boyfriends with me.” She pouts out her lip dramatically.
He smirks and shakes his head. “How can I say no to that.” He finally stands, leaving his drink behind and taking her free hand as she drags us to the dance floor.
She stops us right in the center, sweaty bodies surrounding us. This is the third time she’s pulled us out to dance. Well, actually, the first time she wanted to go alone, but there was no way we were letting that happen. Even now, I spot all the hungry male eyes roaming over her body, and it makes my jealousy spike.
She squeezes her body between us, Noah at her back and me at her front, as she begins to sway to the music with her eyes closed. The music enchanting her body, like a cobra drawn to a sensual melody. My hands are on her hips, while Noah has one on the outside of her thigh and the other along her ribcage.
A hand suddenly trails up my arm from the back, making its way to my shoulder before a warm, booze-induced breath fans my ear, tongue coming out to lick the shell of my ear.
“Hey, Gabe. I’ve missed you,” the feminine voice says in my ear. Her other handtrails around my hip and slithers between mine and Ronnie’s body, seconds away from grabbing my crotch.
I move my head to the side, away from the woman’s mouth, just as my Vixen’s eyes snap open, likely having felt an extra hand that shouldn’t be there. Rage flicks through her eyes as she takes in the woman rubbing herself against my back and where her hands are placed.
She grips the woman’s hands painfully enough to make her cry out and throws them to the side. “Don’t fucking touch him! He’s not yours!” Ronnie yells at her.
“Fucking psycho!” the woman screeches, holding her wrist before stomping away.
I wipe my ear, then smile at my girl, who’s still following the woman with her angry eyes. “My little psycho.”
“I hate them. I hate them, Gabe. I hate that everywhere we go women throw themselves at you both. Call you by your names like they personally know you because they most likely do.” There’s a sense of sadness and defeat in her voice that instantly dims my mood and makes the smile on my face vanish.
“I’m sorry, baby. I wish there was something I could do to make them back off.” I cup her cheek as Noah rubs up and down her thighs.
“Make me yours, Gabriel. Both of you.” She looks back at Noah then returns to me. “I’m tired of everyone thinking you’re still single. I want the world to know that you’re both mine. That I’m yours. Make me yours.”
I bring my second hand up, caging her face as I capture her lips with mine, savoring the taste of tequila, cherry, and her. She moans into my mouth when my tongue swipes against her lips, begging them to open for me. Her hands clutch my shirt, pulling me in for more.
A strong, rough hand takes hold of my wrist, pulling my hand away from Ronnie’s face. I pull back and open my eyes, taking note that it’s just Noah, waiting patiently for his turn. Or not so patiently. He grabs her chin, tilting her face to the side and swallowing her next hums of pleasure.
