Bonus Chapter
Tessa
Pouring myself another glass of merlot, I glanced over my shoulder at the sound of furniture scraping across the floor while Lucas and Levi were conversing as though they were about to watch the Vegas Golden Knights. Always a treat; men and their sports.
“Uh… What’s this?” I asked with raised brows as I pressed my ass against the counter, taking a full sip of my wine while watching them make space in our living room.
“Luke,” Levi huffed as he shoved the sectional back another foot, “thinks his dance moves are better than mine.”
“Well… they are. Why else would I be the one who always takes center stage?”
“Because you create the choreog—fuck.” Levi paused mid-sentence, rethinking his choice of words.
“Ah! Ah! See? I’m right!” His brother mocked with a pointed finger and cheeky smile.
“You know what, let’s see you balance the books between Pulse and Temptations for a change.”
“Yeah, no-fucking-thank-you. I’ll stick with my pretty boy looks and hip thrusts. I know what language I’m fluent in.”
“Put your shirt back on, Luke.” Levi rolled his eyes when Lucas stripped off his shirt and tossed it onto the sofa, flexing his carved arms and rolling his shoulders. “This is between you and me. Don’t go bringing our girl into this pissing contest that you started.”
“Our opinions are biased. My princess is going to be the judge, and I want to make sure she gets the best view.” He quirked with a wink in my direction. I could just melt at the look of hunger in his eyes.
Levi instantly followed suit, both now shirtless, leaving me with my jaw ready to meet the floor. I swear the competitive streak between these two was never-ending. I hated picking sides, but it’s hard to say no when two half-naked men are offering me a free show.
Maybe I could be persuaded to choose… just this once.
“Grab a seat and pick a song, babygirl. I’ll show you who can deliver the better performance.”
Setting my glass down, I strutted my ass over to the couch and climbed over the back. Picking my phone up from where it sat on the cushion, I scrolled through my music library with the perfect song in mind. One that would be entertaining for all three of us.
“Just a Dream” by Nelly started playing through the soundbar under the TV, as my husbands stared blankly at me and I giggled at their reaction.
“This…”
“Isn’t a dance-off kind of song, princess… Try again.”
“Oh, it’s the perfect song, actually.” I shook my head, biting my bottom lip as I innocently beamed up at them.
When our eyes connected, Levi smirked, knowing exactly what was on my mind; what I wanted. He swiftly crossed the room, lifting me off the couch, and then spun us before gently setting me on my feet and wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.
“Babygirl wants a serenade.” He hummed against the crook of my neck, lacing our fingers as we swayed along with the music, his chest pressed firmly against my back.
“Maybe Levi really is the better dancer.” I chuckled, tightening my hold on his hands as I let him take me away.
Strong hands gripped the sides of my hips before pulling me forward, and Levi let me go to fall into Lucas.
“Or maybe we both are,” Lucas whispered along the shell of my ear as he pulled me in close, the warmth of his skin spreading to mine. “Because you balance us, princess.”
Gripping my chin between his fingers, Lucas lifted my lips to meet his, and I instinctively parted them, allowing his tongue to dip into my mouth and tangle with mine. I moaned into the kiss as his hand crept up the side of my face to caress my cheek.
My hand wrapped around the back of his neck, and his soft hair felt like velvet under my fingers. Lucas held on for as long as he could before he pulled away, and I watched as his eyes flicked over to his brother.
“You’ve seen plenty of my moves, but a good judge gives both competitors an equal shot.” He murmured before taking my hand and placing it in Levi’s, who wasted no time in pulling me against his chest with a twirl.
The tempo of the music picked up, and Levi led me through the motions with purpose. I knew how to dance, but he took all the effort out of it. We were free-flowing—fluid with the rhythm.
Lucas dropped down to lounge on the couch as his brother and I floated around the open space. He didn’t stop or pause once, and I didn’t want him to. It was as if we were on Dancing with the Stars, and he was showing me off to an audience that only existed in our minds.
Our hips moved in sync, barely brushing past one another like a teasing touch of warm air, and our hands never lost contact, as if letting go would end the moment entirely.
He spun me out before snapping me back into him, and my leg wrapped around his waist on instinct just as he dipped me low, making my head fall back. I could feel him growing hard where our bodies met, and his arm tightened around my waist, lifting me up until my forehead met his.
He stole my every breath, leaving me gasping for air. When his lips crashed against mine, I was brought to fucking life; like pouring gasoline on a fire, he carried me away and ignited my soul, fueling the flames with his love.
The art of dance tells a story. Witnessing it firsthand is beautiful, but experiencing the motions was otherworldly.
Another set of hands began caressing my body; one of Lucas’ palms slid along my bare thigh, while the other tangled in my hair, tilting my head to the side, but my lips remained locked with Levi’s.
Soft lips pressed against the tender part of my neck, sucking and peppering kisses in small circles.
They were both incredible dancers, and I should’ve known I would never be able to choose between the two of them. They made me feel whole; and they were mine.