Chapter 31 Willow #2
I’ve never really done this before, never really danced at all, but before I can get too much in my head about how bad I’ll probably be at it, the guys move in around me.
Ransom pulls me close, and Malice fits himself in behind me, his broad frame solid against mine.
They move to the music, and I follow their lead, letting myself go a bit.
I’m still riding high on the revelation of our feelings, and the booze in my system relaxes me even more. I let the beat of the music guide me, working my hips, taking turns touching Ransom and Malice as they stick close to me.
It’s easy to lose myself like this. The songs blend into each other, each one riding the beat of the one that came before it. The lights flash, and I feel sticky with sweat from dancing and from the press of heat of the bodies all around us.
But it feels good.
For once, I’m not too in my head, not worrying about something or feeling out of place.
My phone vibrates at one point, startling me as it buzzes insistently in my bra where I’ve stashed it. I pull it out to check and see that it’s Olivia.
I’ll call her back tomorrow, I decide, swiping to ignore the call.
“No phones tonight, pretty girl.” Ransom plucks the cell phone out of my hand and tucks it in his own pocket, giving me a roguish smile and a wink. “Just dancing.”
“That’s right.” Malice presses in closer behind me, pinning me between him and Ransom again.
Their bodies are hard and familiar, and I grind against them as we dance. Malice puts his hands on my hips, and I put mine on Ransom’s shoulders, and we move together, bodies rubbing and sliding to the beat.
Even on the dance floor, the differences between the two men are so clear.
Ransom is smooth and sensual, his body flowing from one movement to the next, going with the flow of the song and following the thrumming bass line easily.
Malice is powerful and dominant. His hands on my hips guide me as we dance together, and he presses himself insistently against me, keeping me pinned in place.
Victor doesn’t touch me, of course. He barely even dances, really, standing close enough to us that he can see everything, but keeping himself apart from it, like usual.
He bobs his head to the beat of the song blasting through the speakers, his gaze riveted to me as I move with his brothers.
He looks almost hypnotized, and his eyes are just as intense as Ransom and Malice’s touches.
He looks good standing there in all black, his untouchable features making people want to get closer to him. That’s proven by all the women who give him second and third looks as they pass, trying to catch his attention, and the ones who move in to try to dance with him.
But Victor brushes them all off. One of them tries to reach for his shoulder, and he gives her a sharp look before stepping away. She pouts but leaves him alone, and Vic’s focus goes right back to me, as if I’m the only thing he has eyes for.
Being the subject of his intense observation always feels good, and this is no exception. Between the way he’s looking at me, and the way Malice and Ransom are touching me, my heart is racing and my body is humming, arousal growing sweet and hot in my belly.
Malice grabs a handful of my ass right there on the dance floor, possessive and insistent, and I gasp softly, pressing back into his big hands.
“You’ve got me so damn hard,” he murmurs over the music, his lips finding my ear. “I bet every man in this place wishes he was me or my brothers right now. But too bad for them, you’re already spoken for. You’re already fucking claimed, aren’t you?”
I highly doubt he’s right about every guy in the club wanting me. Objectively, I’m not that beautiful, but it’s hard to feel self-conscious about my scars or any other thing about myself the way I used to. The truth is, I don’t give two shits what any of the men who look my way tonight think of me.
Because I am already claimed.
And the three brothers who’ve claimed me make me feel like I’m gorgeous. Like I’m enough, just as I am.
I nod, grinding back harder against Malice in response. “Yes. I am.”
“When you say shit like that, you make it hard to resist sliding that dress up and fucking you right here on the dance floor,” Ransom groans.
He leans down, kissing my neck and working his way up to my mouth, and I moan softly when our lips meet.
While he slides his tongue into my mouth, tasting and teasing me, Malice takes over at my neck. His kisses are little bites, nipping along my pulse point, finding all the places where I’m the most sensitive and staying there until I’m almost a puddle between them.
“Do you think we could get away with it? Do you think anyone would notice if we fucked you right now?”
Malice slides one hand up the slit in my dress as he speaks, and even with the scar tissue deadening the feeling a bit, it still sends a shiver up my spine. Ransom’s hands move too, groping my chest, rubbing my nipples through the fabric of the lacy bra I put on for tonight.
My head is spinning, and when I feel the hard line of Malice’s cock press against my ass, I gasp out loud.
No one else can probably hear me over the thumping bass in the club, but I know Ransom does.
When I look into his eyes, the usual bright blue-green has darkened like an ocean before a storm, and Malice growls low in my ear, nuzzling against me.
I’m not the only one turned on by this, and the electric energy passes between us like a feedback loop, every movement ramping it up higher and higher.
Ransom leans in with a smile, pressing a kiss under my ear. He grinds his hips forward, letting me know how hard he is.
“It doesn’t have to be on the dance floor,” he murmurs. “But would you let us fuck you in this club? You look so damn sexy tonight, and we’re so hungry for you.”
My breath catches in my chest, and I have to swallow a couple of times before I can get the words out. Yesterday was the last day of my period, so there’s nothing to stop us—not that it ever stopped Malice. And as wild and impulsive as it sounds, I know exactly what I want.
“You can have me,” I manage, nodding in answer to Ransom’s question. “I’m yours.”
He sucks in a breath as my words reach his ears over the heavy din of the music. He pulls back to look into my eyes, and whatever he sees there seems to snap the last of his self-control.
He picks me up, carrying me off the dance floor with Malice and Victor following close behind.