Page 9 of Four Money (Ever and Always 1)

She raised an artfully arched brow.

“Yeah, like me.” He shrugged. He deserved it.

“I remember how tiny he looked in your hands when you agreed to keep him until morning when the shelter opened, since my landlord didn’t allow pets.” Holly licked her lips and leaned forward, her eyes widening as she met his gaze.

Yes! It wasn’t his imagination. She felt the pull between them too. “He was a cute one.”

“Yes, he was.” She smiled, her shoulders loosening as she finally relaxed around him, maybe for the first time ever. So he didn’t screw it up by talking. Instead, they ate in peace, enjoying the music, the meal, and the comfort of having someone familiar, yet interesting, nearby.

And when they’d finished, he asked, “Would you like to try something else? Or maybe dig in to this cake with me?”

She surprised him by finishing off her beer then shooting to her feet, as if afraid she might not do it if she didn’t right that instant. “Yes, I would like to try something else.”

“Okay, what?” He stood too, glancing at the remaining stations, dropping his folded napkin on the table before bracing her with one hand on the dip of her waist when she wobbled in her mile-high heels, which highlighted her incredibly long, sexy legs.

“You.”

His cock liked the sound of that, stirring in his jeans. It took everything he had to contain his wolfish grin, and he wasn’t sure he’d entirely succeeded.

She flushed and put her hand on her cheek. “I mean. Dancing. With you.”

Trent was no Lorenzo, but he’d lived with the guy—seen him practicing in their living room and partied with him—long enough to pick up a few pointers here and there. He could hold his own. And anything that would put him in closer contact with Holly got an enthusiastic thumbs-up.

“Come on, I love this song.” She laced his fingers with her own, then led him to the dance floor.

The warmth of her smaller hand tucked in his, lit him on fire. “So do I.”

It had become an instant favorite now that he knew he was about to share it with her.

It didn’t surprise him that as soon as she decided to give in to whatever magic was brewing between them, the illicit vibe of a party being thrown by three polyamorous men in honor of the woman who’d ensnared their hearts—and, let’s be honest, their dicks too—and the latent desire that had always existed between them, Holly became a complete siren.

Lights glinted off the black sequins of her dress, making her look like some kind of exotic cobra mesmerizing its handler as she swayed to the heavy beat. Trent gathered her to him as he matched the pace she set, completely in tune with her rhythm.

His stomach sank when she pulled away, until he realized it was only so she could spin in his arms, pressing her ass to his groin as she shimmied against him. It had to be obvious what she was doing to him. His cock hardened against her.

With his arm around her middle, hugging her tight to him, not only was it impossible to miss the effect she had on him, but she also had a direct line of sight to Lorenzo and Owen, who were edging closer to where they were bumping and grinding on the dance floor.

Trent dipped his head and nuzzled her neck beneath the waterfall of gentle curls her hair had been styled into. Then he said, loud enough for her to hear over the music, “Mind if they join us?”

He didn’t have to wait long for his answer. Holly peeked up at him with a grin before raising her hand and curling her fingers toward her palms while leveling his roommates with a brazen stare neither of them would be able to resist.

Sure enough, Lorenzo elbowed Owen. When the other man caught sight of Holly beckoning them, he missed a beat. Just one, though, before dancing in their direction.

Lorenzo did the same, putting on a hell of a show. When he neared he spun around then dropped to his knees, rippling his fucking perfect abs so there was no question of how he’d handle himself in bed. He put his hands on Holly’s thighs and looked up at her, making it clear that if her dress wasn’t in the way, he’d find something much better to do down there.

Lorenzo got to his feet, still moving to the beat as he made room for Owen to join them, grinning at their friend’s over-the-top approach.

With their bodies so close, Trent felt Holly go liquid in his hold, melting into him even more completely than she had before. His hands skimmed up her sides, and he would bet all his winnings from the past week that if he’d been able to see her nipples right then, they’d have been as hard as the diamonds dripping from her friend Kari’s ears.

Although he was focused on Holly, and his encroaching roommates, he couldn’t help but be blinded by the periodic sparkle from their neighbors on the dance floor.

For the first time in a while, Trent regretted that he didn’t have all the resources he used to at his disposal. He had a sudden urge to spoil Holly rotten.

He was going to have to come up with some other plan besides gambling his way to filing his patents and funding his startup. But that was a problem for another time. Nothing was going to distract him from enjoying Holly and how she amplified her movements with each step closer Lorenzo and Owen took.

The four of them ended up dancing together, the three men marking the corners of a triangle where Holly was anchored against him. Lorenzo and Owen each took one side of her front, playing nice together and letting each have a chance to flirt with her and show off.

Trent thought they’d be lucky if he made if off the dance floor without embarrassing himself. The soft swell of her ass was doing wicked things to his hard-on as she swiveled her hips and showed him just how much fun they could have together.

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