Page 173 of Dance of Defiance
“I have a better idea.” I shove her off my lap and stand. “Wait here.”
This is a terrible idea.
I don’t want this.
I don’t even want to think of this.
But,Val…
All my vodka-dulled brain can think of is looking into his eyes. Of being back in that moment where it’s just he and I, and pleasure, and…
I come to a stop in front of him. Val breaks off from making the two pieces of shit on his lap giggle with some joke and looks up at me, his brow arched.
“Can I talk to you for a second?” I mumble.
The guy on his lap frowns. The girl gives me the fucking stink eye. I ignore them both and keep looking right at Val.
“I, uh, wanted to ask you about those motorcycle lessons.”
Val looks up at me, his eyes slicing me open. The seconds tick by, and my lip retreats between my teeth.
“Fine,” he finally murmurs. He flexes his thighs. “Off, both of you,” he growls. The two leeches on his lap begrudgingly stand, and we walk to the side, out of the group's earshot.
“Who the hell are they?” I hear myself hiss before I can stop myself.
Val stares at me, an amused look on his face. “None of your business,” he growls. “That’s who.”
I step closer to him, swaying on my feet. “You…”
“Iwhat, asshole,” he snarls back.
“You think you can justfuck meand?—”
“Oh,please,” Val groans. “Don’t get gay on me now, motherfucker.”
My jaw tightens. “I am ahuman being?—”
“So am I!” he snaps, shoving my chest. “And I don’t want to be your dirty little fucking secret!”
My brow knits as I struggle to find the words I wanted to have ready.
“Who’s your fuckingdate?” he snaps.
“She…uh?—”
“Yeah, I don’t really give a shit.” He exhales. “Okay, we both know you’re not interested in bike lessons,” he grunts, “so ask me whatever the fuck you were going to ask so I can get back to my fucking life.”
I nod, my hands shaking as I slowly inhale and look him right in the eye.
“I was, uh, I was wondering…”
“Spit itout?—”
“Do you want to have a threesome?”
The words hit like wet meat on a metal table. Val stares at me, blinking, clearly not sure he heard me properly.
“With…me,” I mumble. “And her. Anna,” I blurt, jerking my thumb over my shoulder at her.
