Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Felix almost lunges across the table. “What did you just say?”
“Felix,” I warn him. “Relax. We’re here to party, not to fight.”
“I’m here to watch,” Felix snarls back. “And you’re distracting me.”
He turns around in his seat and focuses on the group of girls. But I know he’s only trying to tell himself that he’s not at all butt hurt by Alistair’s comment. Ali always knows how to find his limits within the snap of a finger. That’s how he gets to me too.
But this isn’t about what Ali says, and he knows it.
Unfortunately, it always takes a long while for Felix to realize what he truly wants.
And by then, it’s usually too fucking late to take it.
The server comes back with our drinks, and I greedily grab my glass and chug it down while staring at the hunk whipping out his hard-on on stage toward the girls. They’re all squealing like they’ve never seen one before, and it makes me laugh.
From this side of the room, all I see is a very thick, muscular ass that I could just take a bite out of, and I lick my lips in excitement.
“Getting horny already?” Ali jests.
I raise a brow at him. “Oh, c’mon, can’t I even enjoy the view?”
He smirks. “That’s why I brought you here.”
I bite my lip and place my hand on his thigh, squeezing. “Maybe we should invite him to a little bit of fun later.”
“Since when are you two dating?” Felix suddenly asks.
“Who needs to date when you can just fuck around?” I muse, taking a quick sip of his shot when he isn’t looking.
Felix snorts. “You sure Ali would agree?”
I turn to look at my best friend, but he seems to retreat into his shell like he always does when he doesn’t want to be involved in the conversation.
I sigh out loud. “I’m not exclusive. None of us are.” I fold my arms. “You know that.”
Felix turns to look at me. “Prove it.”
I won’t say no to a challenge, especially from him.
“All right.” I run my tongue across my inner cheek. “Watch.”
I gaze at a girl dancing around the table next to ours, where a private party takes place. She’s been throwing looks at our table ever since we sat down here, but I haven’t flirted back until now.
I run my tongue across my lips, watching her dance, and when our eyes finally connect, I throw myself back and spread my legs, then wink.
She grins and continues to dance, but after a while, she picks up her drink and makes her way over to our table.
“Hey,” she says. “You three having fun over here?”
“Not nearly enough,” I reply.
Alistair rolls his eyes.
“Come sit with us,” I say, patting the couch.
“Well, if you insist.” She flops down between Ali and me, her drink sloshing around on the floor. “Whoops!”
“You sure about this, Dylan?” Alistair asks, visibly annoyed.
“Felix asked me something. Of course I immediately oblige,” I jest, throwing a quick glance at Felix, who seems just as annoyed that it comes so easy to me.
I turn to the girl. “So what’s your name, beautiful?”
She giggles as I begin to twirl her hair. “Farah.”
I grab her glass and place it on the table, then take her hand. “A gorgeous name for an even more gorgeous girl.”
“You always this smooth?” she jests.
“Only when I want to be,” I reply with an elegant smile as I pull her closer. “I like the way you danced over there.”
“Oh … you wanna dance?” With a wink, she gets up, dragging me along with her. “C’mon.”
Alistair looks displeased as I let her tug me along, but I just shrug and make a face at him. He knows what I’m like. Any hole, anytime, anywhere. That’s my motto.
But if I can stick it to Felix and prove to him that I’m not fucking exclusive with anyone, it’s the icing on the cake.
The music blasts, and I twirl the girl around and pull her close. Her hair sticks to her red lips, her tits right up in my face, barely covered by the short glittery dress she’s wearing. A perfect distraction for the night.
And I dance around with her to the sultry, heavy bass, dragging her so close to me I can feel her body grow clammy and her breath unsteady.
From the corner of my eye, I see Felix shake his head and Alistair blowing out a breath, then grinding his teeth. I know he doesn’t like to share … but he can’t ever tell me no, either.
“Think you can do better, Felix?” I yell across the room.
His nostrils flare even more, and he gets up and marches right at us. And the smile on my face couldn’t be any bigger when he starts to dance behind Farah.
He spins her around while my grip loosens, and he grabs her body and dances with her like he owns the fucking place.