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“That’s how we play tonight,” I say.“Tonight is all about you.”
And I mean it. It’s the least I can do.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Brigid
“Truth or dare, Brigid?” Callen asks, his blue eyes glittering with mischief.
I hesitate, my heart racing. The guys are still fully clothed, but I’m down to only my bra and panties. Heat creeps up my neck as their gazes roam over my exposed skin.
“Dare,” I say, trying to sound confident.
Callen’s lips curve into a wicked smile.“I dare you to give Rory a lap dance.”
My eyes widen. Rory’s cheeks flush pink, but he doesn’t object. Tiernan watches intently, his green eyes brighter than usual.
Swallowing hard, I stand on shaky legs and shift myself over Rory. He leans back, giving me room. I can hardly believe what I’m about to do, as I straddle his muscular thighs. He watches me, his eyes never leaving my face. Up close, I can see flecks of gold in his eyes.
I start to move, rolling my hips awkwardly.“Fuck, I don’t know what I’m doing,” I mutter.
Rory’s hands settle on my waist.“Let me guide you,” Rory murmurs. His large hands grip my hips, pulling me closer as he helps me find a rhythm.
I inhale deeply as our bodies align. Even through his jeans, I can feel how hard he is. I grind against him, my movements becoming more fluid.
Rory’s eyes darken with lust.“That’s it, love. Just like that.”
His encouragement emboldens me. I arch my back, pushing my breasts forward as I continue to undulate in his lap. My nipples strain against the sheer fabric of my bra, aching to be touched.
“Fucking hell,” Callen groans. I glance over to see him palming himself through his pants.
“Look at her,” Rory says hoarsely.“Fucking gorgeous.”
Tiernan’s gaze burns into me, his jaw clenched tight.
I should feel embarrassed, being on display like this. Instead, their obvious arousal only fuels my own. It feels powerful and thrilling.
I grind harder against Rory, feeling his erection throb against me. My breath comes faster as want coils low in my belly. I’m so wet. I’m sure Rory can feel it through his jeans, but I don’t feel embarrassed.
“Fuck, Brigid,” Rory groans, his fingers digging into my hips.“You feel so good.”
I moan, my hips moving faster. The contact is delicious, but it’s not enough. I need more.
Suddenly, Rory stands, lifting me with him. My legs go around his waist as his mouth crashes into mine, hot and demanding. I move into the kiss, tangling my fingers in his hair.
“My turn,” Callen growls. He gets behind me, pressing against my back. His hands snake around to cup my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples through the thin material.
I break away from Rory’s kiss with a gasp.“Oh god.”
Tiernan moves closer, his eyes dark with hunger.“Let me taste you,” he murmurs.
I nod frantically. Rory sets me down, and Tiernan wastes no time. He hooks his fingers into the elastic of my panties and drags them down my legs. The cool air hits my overheated flesh, making me shiver.
Tiernan’s hands grip my thighs, spreading them wider. I feel exposed, defenseless, but the hunger in his eyes makes me throb with need. He leans in, his hot breath fanning across my sensitive skin.
“Fuck, you’re soaked, Brigid,” he growls.
Then his tongue is on me, licking a hot strip up my slit. I cry out, my hips moving involuntarily. Tiernan grips me tighter, holding me in place as he devours me. His tongue licks my clit before dipping inside, exploring my entrance.
