“Yeah, baby,” I yelled. “You get some.”
Carina turned back to me, her eyes wide and pupils blown. Her breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples hard as she sucked in fast breaths. I wanted to touch those beauties again. I slid my hands up and over her big breasts and flicked the pebbled points with my thumbs. She cried out, and Jacques closed the gap between them, kissing her. I watched as his tongue slid languidly inside her mouth as he tasted her too.
Mmm, I want more.
I moaned. His kisses were drugging. When Jacques was in control, he didn’t hurry. He savored, focusing on touching and tasting until we were a desperate mass of writhing sensation. I wanted that for Carina. Jacques and I would show her exactly how gorgeous she was.
If only Rusty were here too. I knew he’d like her. I knew he’d find her beautiful too—and he’d tell her as much. He wouldn’t want to have sex with her like we wanted to—and that might make her believe him even more—but he didn’t have to want to sleep with her. He’d encourage us to go for it. He always did.
I kissed a line down Carina’s throat, licking at the sweat dotting her skin, and sucked a mark onto her collarbone. Her hips stuttered, and she pressed herself harder against my leg. The heat between her legs scalded me. My head swam with the dizzying pleasure of her touch. I wanted to bury my face in her pretty pussy. I wanted to taste her and make her scream. I wanted to do it with Jacques right beside me.
Jacques broke their kiss, and Carina took a moment to open her eyes. She looked dazed, her eyes unfocused and her lips turned up in a smile.
“Shots!” she cried after a moment and reached for two, downing them one after the other.
Jacques and I did the same, and he beat me to it again, capturing Carina’s lips once more.
That was okay. We’d take turns.
I slipped my thumbs under the neckline of her dress and marveled at the silky softness of her skin. I wanted her nipples in my mouth, my face pressed between her breasts as I drove into her and made her scream.
Carina stilled, and I froze. She broke away from Jacques and breathed, “Nooo.”
I dropped my hands and went to step back, but Carina held me tighter. Confusion punched me in the gut.
“Not you,” she clarified, then pointed to the speakers. “That. The song. Can we leave?” she asked. Tears sprang to her eyes. The high she’d been riding a second ago had disappeared. I hated it. I wanted her happy and turned on. She was having fun like that. Now she wasn’t. The stupid song. What even was it? The thump of the bass vibrated through me and the phraseHaaappy Togeeeetheeeerreverberated around the club.
Jacques nodded, swaying on his feet, and he grasped her hand. He charged forward, pushing through the crowd to get out. The room spun, and the hilly dance floor made it hard to climb over to get out. My feet got tangled, and I felt like one of those inflatable tube men you see at car dealerships trying to make it through the crowd. We finally did and spilled onto the street.
“That was our song. We danced to it at our wedding.” Carina pouted. “I hate him.”
“I fucking love him,” I slurred, draping myself over Carina. “Too stupid to hold onto you.”
“She was pretty.” Carina huffed. “And skinny. Really skinny. And her tits—" She held her hands up high near her shoulders. “—they’re so perky.”
“You’re beeeauuutiful,” I shouted.
“Stummming,” Jacques said, but he was squinting. Carina giggled and I snorted. That sounded funny. “No. Stunnnning.”
“Gooorgeous.”
A bride-to-be walked past us wearing the white sash with “bride” scrawled on it that girls wore for their bachelorette parties, veil, and tiara, and Carina cooed. “You’ll be a beautiful bride,” she called out, waving to the woman as we swayed together from left to right.
“So will you,” I said and turned her toward the road. We had to go to a wedding chapel. I’d show her how much more beautiful she was than every bride in there.
Carina smiled so wide and pretty. I stared at her and sighed. She giggled again and rose onto her tiptoes, then puckered her lips. I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her again, tasting her sweet mouth.
“I want to have sex,” Carina said wistfully. “I want to fall in love too.”
“Sex is good. I love sex. I love love too,” I commiserated. “You want to have sex with us?”
Carina nodded, and Jacques’s gaze darted to mine. He licked his lips and looked like he wanted to get it on right here and now. Damn, I wanted that too. Maybe I should kiss him. But no, we didn’t do that except at home. Maybe I should kiss Carina.
“Let’s get married,” Carina suggested, her eyes bright and a smile lighting up her face again. I loved that smile. She grasped Jacques’s arm and tugged on it, jumping up and down. “Let’s do it.”
“Yes!” Jacques exclaimed. He grinned like he’d won the lottery.
I threw my arms around them, and we nearly toppled over. I couldn’t stop laughing. This was the best night ever.
