Page 69 of Spilled Coffee

Abbey and Lisa followed suit, their laughter spilling over each other as they slammed their glasses back onto the table.

“Not having yours?” Lisa asked Ethan, raising a brow.

Ethan blinked like he hadn’t heard her at first. Then he shook his head quickly. “Not for me,” he said quietly. “Think I’m gonna head off soon. I’m not feeling it tonight.”

“Awww.” She pouted dramatically, then slid across the booth to fill Devon’s now-empty space beside him.

Her hand landed high enough on Ethan’s thigh to make him flinch. Her perfume—a heady mix of vanilla and something floral—wrapped around him like a second skin. “I was looking forward to getting some action with you and your friend,” she teased, biting her lip just enough to draw attention to how full and soft they looked. She then tilted her head so her mouth brushed lightly against his ear and added, “I love watching two guys together… I think it’s really hot.” Her fingers traced slow circles against his jeans. “You don’t seemupfor this party?”

Before Ethan could answer, or figure out how to extricate himself without causing a scene, Devon returned with a tray in hand and smirk firmly in place.

“Lady wants to know if you’re up for it,” he drawled as he set down more shots than anyone could reasonably handle in one night. He plucked one from the tray and handed it directly to Ethan, as if daring him not to take it.

Brick smiled, but doubt gnawed at him. Ethan looked anxious, not eager.

“You wanna dance?” Abbey asked, snagging Brick’s cap and plopping it on her head as she raked her fingers through his hair. “C’mon… let’s dance!”

“Oh, baby,” Brick groaned as Abbey straddled his lap and started grinding her hips against him.

Her movements were relentless, and the hard line of his arousal was painfully obvious, the denim of his jeans doing little to hide just how much he wanted her.

His fingers tightened on her hips, digging into the soft curve of her flesh, but she had all the control and her dark eyes glinted as she worked him over. “You like to dance with me?” Her voice was a sultry whisper just for him.

Brick tipped his head back against the bench, clenching his jaw as he let out another groan. “Fuck,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Girl, you’re killin’ me here.” He needed to move—needed to do something before he lost all semblance of control right there. “Okay, let’s go dance.”

Across the table, Lisa tilted her head toward Ethan, who looked thoroughly uncomfortable as he tried not to stare at Abbey and Brick’s increasingly heated display. “So...” she began, drawing out the word as her eyes flickered between Ethan and Devon. “You wanna dance too?”

Ethan shook his head quickly, holding up a hand as if to ward off the suggestion. “Uh... no, I’m good. Thanks.” His tone was tight. “Dancing is not my thing.”

Devon’s hand slid further up his thigh, bold and unrelenting. His fingers pressed firmly against the tense muscle just above Ethan’s knee before moving higher still, massaging with a deliberate pressure that left no room for misinterpretation.

“No,” he interjected, cutting off whatever excuse Ethan might have been about to offer. “Sorry, honey, he’s still hungover.” He flashed Lisa a grin that was both charming and cocky. Grabbing one of the shots lined up on the table, he thrust it into Ethan’s hand. “Here, get that down you. You’ll feel better.”

Ethan reluctantly took the drink then immediately regretted it and set it back down on the table. “I don’t feel so good.” He shoved Devon’s hand away from his leg.

Devon didn’t seem fazed by the rejection, leaning closer until their faces were only inches apart. “You feel good to me,” he purred.

Lisa watched all of this unfold, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as her eyes sparkled with interest. She leaned forward slightly, resting her chin in her hand as if settling in for an entertaining show.

“So,” Devon’s voice cut through, smooth yet deliberate, as he redirected her attention back to him. His smirk was lazy but practiced, the kind that suggested he was used to getting what he wanted. “What’s your name?”

“Lisa,” she breathed, her tone husky and laced with a promise. Her lips curved into a slow smile, one that could have melted steel.

“Well,Lisa,” Devon continued as his hand reached out, a finger grazing her jawline, tracing the delicate curve with a touch meant to claim rather than caress. “You wanna party with me and Ethan?”

Lisa let out a soft, high-pitched and girlish giggle, which was undeniably suggestive, the kind of laugh that teased without needing to say more. Her teeth caught her bottom lip for a moment before releasing it as she nodded with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Sure do,” she said finally, her grin widening to reveal perfect pearly white teeth.

Devon tilted his head, studying her reaction like an artist admiring his own masterpiece. “You ever done it with two guys?” he asked, his tone blunt and challenging, as if daring her to shock him.

Lisa shrugged one shoulder playfully, the motion causing the strap of her tank top to slip slightly down her arm. “Uh-uh,” she replied, leaning closer. “Usually it’s me and Abbey with a guy. But...” Her gaze flickered briefly to Ethan before settling back on Devon. “Ireallylike the idea, especially with the two of you.”

Before Ethan could fully grasp what was happening or even process what Lisa said, Devon’s hands shot out, yanking him sideways as if claiming possession. He then smashed theirmouths together in a kiss that was more force than passion, his tongue plunging past Ethan’s lips without invitation.

Ethan stiffened in shock, his hands instinctively coming up to push at Devon’s chest. He found no leverage against the man’s iron grip.

Devon didn’t break eye contact with Lisa once during the kiss; instead, his gaze burned into hers like a performance made for her benefit alone.

Her reaction was immediate and visceral as she squirmed in her seat unable to contain herself, her thighs pressing together beneath the table while a flush crept up her neck. She bit down hard on her lower lip before letting out a soft moan that bordered on indecent. “Mmmm…” she shifted position, as if seeking friction against something unseen. “Oh, God…” she added with a throaty laugh, “you two are so freakin’ hot.”

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