She looked up and stared, unconsciously licking her lips as I slid my hand along her belly to her hip and leaned in to whisper in her ear, “It’s made for men to take you out of it.”
She shivered but exhaled slowly and stepped away from both of us. “You two are insufferable flirts,” she chastised with a smile, a blush staining her cheeks. But she took the dress and sashayed to the changing rooms, an extra swish in her hips.
Jacques groaned and adjusted himself. “Fuck,” he breathed. “When do we get to the drinking part? I need to either get wasted or come so bad.”
“I’ll suck you off in the room or the club,” I promised just loud enough that he’d hear. No one knew us here—Vegas was sports mad, but they had their own hockey team superstars—so we had some anonymity on our side. Still, I’d never risk getting too close to Jacques in public.
Unless it was somewhere a little darker and more private. Then I’d gladly get very up close and personal.
I looked down at the way his cock was barely constrained by the tailored shorts he was wearing. The fitted polo shirt he was wearing did nothing to hide his erection either. I was faring even worse—my loose boxers and basketball shorts hid nothing, and my muscle tank kept riding up, using my dick as a shelf to sit on.
“Ah, guys. It’s a no,” Carina called. “I’m not decent in this dress.”
Jacques strode over to the changing room and didn’t hesitate to stick his head in behind the curtain. He whistled long and low, and I was over there in an instant.
Carina had her hands across her breasts, trying to hide how low the dress sat, and her eyes were wide. It wasn’t with fear, though. It was with the shock of us walking straight in on her.
The only flaw I could see in the situation was that she was hiding, rather than showing off. The dress hugged every one of her curves just right and was low cut, showing off the curves of her ample breasts. I let my eyes linger, taking in every gorgeous inch of the goddess standing in front of me. Her thighs were thick and her hips wide. Her waist was narrower, but she still had a shapely roll at her belly, and those tits…. Damn, I wanted to bury my face in them and never leave. Fuck me. She was stunning before, but in this dress, she was sex incarnate. Absolute perfection.
Carina looked between us, her eyes wide and her teeth pressing into her plump lower lip. I wanted to suck on it and hear her moan all breathy-like.
I swallowed and opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I tried again, but the only sound I made was a moan. “Fuck. Me.” I finally managed.
“See what I mean?” she said, her voice wobbly. “It’s far too revealing.”
“It’s fucking perfection,” I said on a rush of exhaled breath. I stepped inside the changing room, dropped the bags, and reached for her wrists. Then I tugged gently, uncovering her chest, and Jacques slipped inside too.
“You’re the most beautiful woman we’ve ever seen, and that dress really was made for you.” My mind tacked on“to be taken out of.”
“Let’s—” Jacques rasped. His voice was rough like he’d swallowed a box of sandpaper. He cleared his throat and started again. “Let’s go dancing tonight.”
I looked at my phone. It was 8.00 p.m. “Why don’t we go now? Get some dinner, then get an earlyish start?”
We’d been shopping for hours, and aside from the candy and ice cream, we hadn’t eaten much. I was starving. Jacques was, too, but I wasn’t sure whether he wanted food to go along with his newest obsession.
But Carina wasn’t a new obsession for him at all. He’d told Rusty and me forever ago that he’d wanted his mom’s best friend. Carina was her. He’d been attracted to her since he was a teenager.
“I don’t mind if you two go,” Carina said. “You don’t need to spend the whole weekend with me.”
“If you don’t want to come—”
“No, it’s not that. You probably don’t want to be hanging around me when you could go out and hook up.” She shrugged and seemed to curl into herself.
I hated that she wasn’t confident—especially about her body, because those curves were rocking.
“I’d rather spend the night with you, darlin’,” I admitted.
“I don’t understand,” she whispered. Her brows furrowed and her lips turned down in a frown.
Jacques leaned in close and brushed a piece of her hair off her shoulder. His smile was soft and his eyes full of heat. He explained, “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and we’re both having fun. Of course we want to spend time with you.”
She shook her head. “It’s been a long time since I felt beautiful,” she whispered as tears sprang to her eyes. She blinked them away, but she couldn’t hide the way her lip trembled. We just needed to dispel every insecurity she had and show her how we saw her. It didn’t matter how long it took—we’d keep her close until she believed it.
“Youarebeautiful. We both love your curves.” Jacques hooked his finger under her chin and met her gaze, his own unflinching. “We wouldn’t lie to you, Carina. David was wrong. So wrong.”
“I’m old enough to be your mother.”
“It hasn’t been a problem so far,” I countered, stepping closer and taking her hand in mine. “Have you been uncomfortable with us?” When she shook her head, I smiled. “See? Age is irrelevant. It’s just a number.”
