Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“He wore his grandpa’s—”
“Don’t tell them that, Ari,” Frankie snapped, causing the rest of us to laugh. “Fine. One dance. That’s it.”
“I can’t say no to that.” Lotto grinned and grabbed Bones’ hand. “Come on.”
I led the way to the dance floor, through the sea of bodies to a little corner we could dance alone. The music blared through my body, bass thumping in time with the thrumming of my nerves. Bones, River, Frankie, and Lotto surrounded me in a cocoon of love, pressing their bodies close to mine.
I could feel every twitch, every breath, every ripple. We swayed together to the beat and got lost in each other’s heat and comfort. Someone ran a hand along my back, down to my ass and squeezed. Another traced over my stomach and sides as I dipped my body to the music. Someone breathed fire along my neck, while another pressed up against me, allowing me to feel their hard thighs and chest.
I didn’t know who kissed me first. At least not until their tongue pushed into my mouth. Bones. His kiss was always so loving at first before it ended with a bite that reminded me of his power. He was ripped from me and replaced by someone else. River. I could tell by the teasing flicks of tongue and small nips to my lips as he left.
When no one else took his place, I cracked open my eyes. Frankie had a hold of Lotto’s neck, their tongues dancing together as their hands wandered. Bones and River made out, but their hands were still on me. River crept his fingers down my short dress to the hem of my skirt. His eyes fluttered open, even as he kissed Bones, a smirk on his lips when he brushed the pads of his fingers against my clothed pussy.
I moaned and leaned back into a body—Lotto. He forced me back into his chest with strong arms wrapped around my waist. He placed wet kisses along my neck as he swiveled my hips against his cock to the pounding beat. Behind him, Frankie did the same and brushed his hands against Lotto’s front, every so often squeezing my ass.
Bones pulled away from River and stepped to me, our bodies pressed close together. His half-hard cock pressed against my thigh as he matched the waves of my hips. My body flushed with excitement. River pressed against his back, so close that his fingers could still brush against my needy cunt if I angled just right.
God, all this teasing had me wound up. I was about to strip down and fuck them all right here on the dance floor. I didn’t need champagne, or a private booth, or Vegas. All I needed was the four of them and the rush their love gave me.
But Lotto, blessed Lotto, was the one to keep me from losing my mind.
“Let’s head back to our booth, angel,” he murmured hot against my earlobe. I gasped when he bit and tugged it. “I want to see these moves with a little less between us.”
Visions of our previous visit here flashed to me pressed between the three of them, losing ourselves in ecstasy. And now we had another member—the same man who was staring at me like I was a five-course meal.
I grinned and nodded. “Sure, Lotto. Let’s enjoy our spoils.”
I grabbed his and Bones’ hands, nodding to River and Frankie to follow. My heart jumped with each step toward our private booth. By now, I knew their bodies like the back of my hand. But that didn’t mean I didn’t savor every second of them on me. Their hands, their mouths, their cocks.
Who was I to deny a good dicking down after a hard-fought win?
Once we reached the table, I grabbed the half-drunk bottle of champagne and lifted it to them.
“Who’s thirsty?”
River wiggled his eyebrows and took a step forward. “Give me your best shot.”
But he didn’t grab a glass. He bent in front of me and opened his mouth, waiting for me to pour it. I laughed. It felt like college all over again. I poured a little for fun, but he didn’t swallow. River stood and grabbed Frankie, pulling him into a champagne-covered kiss.
Frankie grunted and pushed River back against the table, pinning him by the hips. Champagne dribbled from their lips as their tongues intertwined. Frankie dragged his thumb through it, popping off River’s lips only enough to push his thumb inside River’s mouth. His moan mixed with my little whimper.
Bones slid up to my right and took the champagne bottle from my hand. “Our turn.”
He poured a shot into my mouth before claiming my lips. The champagne washed around our mouths as our tongues danced. His fingers fisted into my hair and kept me close as he made a mess of my mouth. His thick body was a wall of muscle that pushed me down onto the pleather bed-like seats.