So here she was, booted up, in her tiniest denim skirt and plaid shirt knotted high enough that a sliver of her torso flashed. Her men had been complimenting her andcharming her panties wet the whole drive to The Hellion, but her appearance was nothing compared to theirs.
Tucker was drool-worthy in low-slung, worn jeans, a black T-shirt molded to his sculpted chest. He’d spiked his hair with gel tonight, and his lip ring only added to his dangerous appeal. Throw in his black Stetson and she would probably come just by looking at him.
And Christian…he’d amped up his regular boy-next-door look with a pair of dark jeans and a white western shirt. The sleeves were rolled up on his hard forearms, and the dark hairs lying against the white cuff did things to her insides she couldn’t contemplate in public.
Christian planted a hand on her lower back even as Tucker grabbed her hand.
“Don’t be shy, Claire, sweetheart.” Tucker’s mouth lingered at her ear. A shiver ran straight to her pussy. God, she was going to have to let them have their way with her in a bathroom stall or something. A brief fantasy played out in her mind, of her ankle hooked over Tucker’s shoulder and Christian’s hard body at her back, both men slipping deep intoher body and simultaneously against each other’s.
Christian snapped his fingers in front of her face. “Come on, baby. We won’t make you dance until you’ve at least had two drinks. Speaking of…” His hand left her spine and he disappeared into the crowd around the wooden bar.
Tucker continued to lead her into the crush. She clung to his warm, dry fingers while the beat and thunder of line dancers thudded in her chest.
They did a complete circuit of the bar and didn’t find a single free seat. So Tucker found an open space against the wall by the stage. He leaned against it and pulled her back against his front, wrapping one arm around her, just under her breasts.
“Already excited, I feel.” She wiggled her ass and turned her head to the side to peer at him.
His lips skimmed her ear, skated down to the lobe, which he bit sharply. Her nipples stiffened and she swallowed a moan. “I can’t help it. When I’m close to you, I want to do very dirty things to you.”
His words started an inferno in the pit of her belly, which only flared hotter when Christian burst out of the crowd with three cold longnecks in hand. He bootscooted across the dance floor, turning a circle in the center, then came toward them with a grin in place.
When he reached them, Tucker reached out. Instead of taking the bottle from Christian, he crunched the fabric of his shirt in his fist and tugged him close. For a breathless second, Claire was sandwiched perfectly between her men.
Christian scuffed his jaw over her cheek, teasing her with the rough hair she craved. He rocked back a few inches and passed out the beers.
She glanced around his body to see several girls on the sidelines staring at them. Nervousness warred with her desire to just stick her tongue down Christian’s throat while kneading Tucker’s cock through his jeans. Just to let everyone in the joint know that they were a threesome.
But she didn’t. She tipped the cold rim of the beer against her lips and drew two long swallows. The icy liquid only tightened hernipples more, which Christian ogled with a look of appreciation.
“Okay, hurry up and down that, baby. I want to dance with you.”
She smiled around the mouth of the bottle. “You said two drinks before you’d make me dance.”
“Yeah, well, I lied. I can’t wait to get you into my arms and spinning like mad across that floor.”
“Between the beer and the spinning, I’ll be lucky to stay upright.”
“Hell, you’re a fantastic dancer. I’ve seen ya in action.”
Tucker shifted his feet to the rhythm as a new song came on. A collective whoop from the crowd indicated it was a favorite of the house. Then suddenly, the beer was ripped from Claire’s hand and she was pushed and pulled onto the floor by four hands.
Finding herself stuffed into line between Christian and Tucker, she had no choice but to dance. And yeah, Christian was right—she prided herself on her ability on the dance floor.
Her fatigue fell away, and she let down her curls. For several minutes she only knew themusic and the jolts of every boot stomp on the floor. Christian and Tucker kept pace easily.
When they twirled her off the dance floor and back against the wall, this time in Christian’s arms, she collapsed into giggles.
“What’s funny?” Tucker asked.
“How’d you guys learn that dance? You been practicing in the barn?”
Christian delivered a pinch to her backside that made her squeal. A slow song rang out across the bar. The lines dissolved into couples, all swaying to the love ballad.
“Go on. Take her out,” Christian said.
Tucker’s eyes were dark and close, his mouth tender and kissable. He chafed Claire’s fingers between his and led her into the crowd.
She spiraled her arms around his neck, thinking of a few other times they’d done this very thing. That was B.C.—before Christian. Back when Tucker didn’t seem to know what he wanted and was chasing a ghost.
