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“Hmm. Let’s see if we can make it an even better night. Care if I steal her away, Dom? Join me on the dance floor, Emma,” Aidan announces with a wink. He grabs my hand before Dom can protest and hauls me to the dance floor.

CHAPTER13

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I relaxon a barstool facing the dance floor to finish off my drink and watch as Aidan and Emma dance. He pulls her flush against him, one knee pressing between hers as they grind on each other and sway to the music. I’m entranced as Emma’s eyes meet mine, her hands working through Aidan’s hair and pulling his face into her neck. He responds by dragging his hands up her sides to her breasts and back down to her hips.

Watching my best friend and my girl is hot as fuck, and I have to readjust the hard-on that’s pressing painfully against the zipper of my jeans.

“You sure this is what you want? You really want to go through with this? Aidan has fallen fast and hard and you seem to have it bad for her. It’s not too late to call it before we get too far, Dom,” Cruz advises while sipping on his beer, ever the one to keep his feelings locked up tight.

I keep my eyes glued to the scene on the dance floor, thinking over his words. Voyeurism is my kink. I also get off by dictating the scene. And there’s nothing I want more than to tell my boys exactly how to please the woman in front of me.

I notice everything. The way they seek her out, the way they look at her and shamelessly flirt, and I’d be stupid to ignore her reaction to them. Her face lights up when she talks to Aidan, the two of them lost in their own world, and I know she squirms and melts when Cruz is giving her attention. It’s deeper than wanting to fuck her.

I know they want a taste of my sweet girl, and they know I want to share. But it extends far more than that for both of them. Aidan’s just as in love with her as I am, and whether Cruz ever admits it or not, it’s written all over his damn face that he is, too.

She’s intoxicating.

Addictive.

Our sweet girl is going to be the reason we’re tied together forever.

Aidan and Emma seem completely lost to each other and the beat of the music now. Her blood-red dress hugs her like a second skin, riding up her thighs, and Aidan’s greedy hands roam over every inch. It’s hot as fuck to watch them grind on each other, the way she molds to his body, his hands wandering all over her curves. Not an ounce of jealousy courses through me. The opposite actually. I’m turned on.

“Oh yeah, you’re good with it. Fine by me. You know I’ve wanted a piece of her since you hired her. Which, by the way, you think I don’t know that was for your own damn viewing pleasure and fun?”

“Fuck off. You’re lucky I’m willing to share at all,” I lie. “But this is her choice, Cruz. If she says no, it’s over.”

“We don’t need to be told twice. No one wants to force anyone. Not unless she’s into that. But I’m not gonna sit here and make it easy on her. You know she wants all of us. We’ve all seen it.”

Cruz drops his empty glass to the hard bar top and walks through the crowd, eyes focused on Emma. He easily steps in with them, not giving a fuck what anyone thinks. The red and pink lights flash sporadically around the dance floor, the music pumping loudly, but all I can see is the three of them. Emma’s head drops back in a laugh as Aidan spins her around, her hair whipping wildly around her face.

A better man would be jealous of the possessive hold Cruz and Aidan have on her body, but only lust is ignited and flows through my veins. I watch them for several more songs before my resolve snaps. Ready to join them and be with my girl tonight, I slip in easily behind Emma, and she immediately drops her head back on my chest, my hands resting on her waist. Aidan and Cruz stay glued to her front and the view of Aidan peppering Emma’s neck with open-mouthed kisses has my cock hardening further.

“Naughty girl,” I whisper in her ear, my breath tickling her, goosebumps scattering across the area beneath my lips.

Aidan lays one last kiss on her jawline and meets my eyes in question. I give him a subtle nod in agreement, just as I did to Cruz. They wouldn’t touch what’s mine without my permission first. The three of us have been through too much together to fuck it up. The respect and love go deeper than anything else. But this? This, we planned. And the fact that they’ve both given me an out doesn’t go unnoticed. Nothing will ever come between us.

Aidan frames Emma’s face with his hands and hovers his lips in front of hers, waiting for permission. She responds naturally, tilting her head back as her eyes find mine, needing to know if this is okay with me.

Good girl.

I nod and she turns back to Aidan, accepting his kiss and meeting it eagerly. Their connection gets deeper as we continue to dance to the music. I kiss the length of her neck, dragging my tongue from the base to the soft spot under her ear. The feeling of her in my arms while my best friend makes out with her and the other holds her with me is exactly what I wanted.

The kiss breaks and she turns, meeting my eyes. I see my thoughts reflected back at me. She’s ready to get out of here.

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Once we’re home, Emma drops her bag at the front door and turns to face me, lust etched into her features. I don’t make her wait. Pushing her against the wall of the entryway, I lean down and take her mouth with mine and am granted the sexiest fucking moan. She tastes sweet like the Kiss Me shots she was shooting all night with Lily. I lick into her mouth before pulling her tongue into mine, sucking the flavor from her. Our mouths clash together in a frantic race to connect.

Reaching down, I grab the fabric of her dress and pull up, her arms lifting to aid me in ripping it from her body. Once she’s freed, my hands find their home on the smooth skin of her sides, running down her body until I grip her ass firmly in my hands and lift. She wraps her legs around me, heels digging into my lower back, our lips never breaking the kiss. Fuck, she tastes so fucking sweet.

Ready to get things moving, I carry her to my bedroom and close the door behind me, but not completely, knowing my boys will be right behind us. With her still in my arms, I unsnap her bra, pulling it from her body as her breasts drop free from their confines. Dropping my head, I suck a nipple into my mouth, her hands moving to the back of my head to hold me in place. My tongue lashes at her smooth skin until her nipples are still, hard peaks.

“Dom! That feels so damn good, don’t stop.”

Her nails dig into my scalp as I suck hard, pulling off of her with a pop. Dropping her to her feet, I pull down her panties, ready to get my hands on that perfect little cunt.

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