is. How the woman gets turned on from a brush of fingertips there.
Then again, nearly everything I do to her—and we do to her—makes her wild.
Her whole body is an erogenous zone if you play her right. Hit the right notes. I can. Daniel can. We can.
The bartender slides me a glass. I thank him, knock some of the drink back, and stare shamelessly, enjoying the view of the best show in the hotel.
As Daniel’s hands trace gentle lines near the top of her ass, Sage shudders. I can tell she’s growing hotter. I can tell from how she moves with him. How she wraps one arm around his neck, then the other, letting her head fall back.
Such a gorgeous hedonist.
As they dance, he bends his face to her, cheek to cheek, whispering in her ear. I groan inside. Lust slams down my spine, my cock thickening as a tremble runs over her body.
A visible fucking tremble. Even from a distance. It is the most sensual thing I’ve ever seen in my life. My chest rumbles of its own volition.
My throat groans, with a mind of its own.
I take another swallow of the liquor, the tension in me mounting, along with the prospect of pleasure, as Sage grows more aroused.
I can only imagine the things Daniel’s saying.
I don’t have to imagine what they do to her though. Because they’re doing everything we want.
They’re melting her. They’re breaking her down. They’re wrecking her.
That’s what we want for her tonight. A hot, wet, turned-on-beyond-any-and-all-reason woman ready to be fucked both ways.
34
Daniel
The game has never been this close.
And maybe it’s never been this necessary.
Or this electric.
This illicit.
But then, I’ve never gone this far with it. Multiple trysts, multiple times. Never wanted to. Never needed to. I’ve been content to walk away.
That’s what I do. I walk away, and it’s perfectly fine.
I’m sure I’ll walk away from this one perfectly fine as well, because I’m not in this for feelings.
I’m not in this for her. I’m a selfish fucking bastard. I’m in it for me. And I want this night because it blots out everything in my past.
When the game is this good, I’m ravenous, ready to devour anything and everything to fill me up again. To make me feel less empty.
Tonight, that something is Sage.
A wicked thrill rushes through me knowing the role I’ll be playing in fucking my best friend’s woman in ways she’s never been fucked before. Unraveling her in ways she’s never been unraveled before.
Starting now.
On the dance floor, I run a hand over the soft waves of her hair, savoring the feel of it in my fingers. “Tell me, love. How many times did you get yourself off today?”
She raises a brow. “How do you know I did that?”
My hand roams down her back, toward the top of her ass. I dip my face to her neck, inhaling her scent. Dragging my nose along her skin. “Because you smell like . . .” I take my time, sliding my nose even closer to her, then finishing the thought, “Sex. You smell like sex and like desire.”
I inch back to record her reaction—the way she bites the corner of her lips, the admission in her eyes.
“And what makes you say that?” Her feathery voice betrays her lust. A lust that’s racing through her, I’m sure.
“That. The way you tremble. The way you shiver. The way you radiate desire. When you’re in my arms, you look and feel like a woman who wants to be fucked. In fact, I bet your fingers were flying between your legs at some point today,” I say, then reach for her hand, draw two fingers into my mouth, and suck. Her eyes fall shut as I draw her fingers deeper, then I let them fall out with a wet pop. “I bet these fingers were on your clit, between your legs, sliding between the slippery, wet folds of your pussy, all slick and hot with your arousal. All that wetness. I bet you loved the feel of your own heat, moaned when you felt your body’s reaction to your thoughts. I bet you even prepped yourself all day long,” I say in a challenge, wanting her to feel challenged, since she loves that.
She swallows, then speaks gravelly words as she whispers, “Did he tell you?”
I grin, a satisfied smile. “About the gift? Love, it was my idea.” I slide my other hand down her side, curling it over her hip, my thumb stroking her hip