Page 56 of The Boys Next Door
Brendan squeezed her bare shoulders. “Want to try?” His low voice tickled her other ear. “I’m not doing any tonight. I’ll keep an eye on you.”
And Ian was murmuring, “It won’t mess you up, baby.” His hand on her back was as reassuring as his brother’s. “It’s nothing hard, Diana. Just like what you smoked on Wednesday, except this’ll get you more up and last longer. I guarantee it’s good.”
What the hell. The past two weeks had gotten crazier and crazier. Why stop now? Why let Ian go somewhere without her?
“You won’t let anything happen?” She had to shout in Brendan’s ear over the throbbing beats.
Brendan might look all grown up, but his sudden wide grin brought back a vivid picture of him as a kid. “Nothing you don’t want to happen.”
Turning back to Ian, Diana tilted her head, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth. When the half circle landed on her tongue, sweet like gummy candy, her sweaty skin prickled.She couldn’t resist giving Ian’s fingers a little lick.
Then her lips opened again, in surprise this time, when Ian’s hot mouth closed over hers.
Oh…yeah. Ohyeah. He was kissing her in the middle of the club, nipping her lower lip in front of hundreds of people, gripping her waist, and while she moaned into the determined tongue probing her mouth, shock zinged straight to her pussy when Brendan’s lips closed on her neck, sucking on the tender skin.
Her face was scarlet, but who could see that under the red lights? She couldn’t stop laughing between kisses, excitement rushing from head to toe. They were in public, everyone would know about the three of them, and hadn’t she wanted that?
Her thighs clenched around her dripping pussy, aching with need. But now Ian’s eyes were closed, his body against hers, his hands on her waist. Brendan pressed against her ass, rubbing her hips.
Music flowed around them, vibrating her body between the twins, the smell of sweat all around. The room was fuzzing out, the corners softening, everything warmer and more intense, color and light and sound overlapping into a wash of heat.
Warm skin pressed against Diana’s arm from the side. Soft skin. Floral perfume filled her nose, wafting over the earthy smells of the room. A girl — no, two girls were dancing with them, right in their space, up close.
Diana hadn’t noticed them approach, hadn’t seen where they’d come from, but there they were, gyrating around her and the twins with the kind of assurance Diana longed for. One of them flipped back glossy brown hair and flashed a dazzling smile at Brendan — of course — but apparently at her, too. The other girl, red curls brushing her shoulders, wriggled behind Ian, whose eyes were still closed.
Diana could only guess how often this happened to Brendan and Ian when they went out. Girls swarming over them, beautiful girls doing all the work while the twins just reeled them in.
Green eyes met hers. The girl behind Ian swiveled closer. Her silky halter top left her flat belly bare. Diana was vaguely aware that she was staring at the girl’s sleek arms, lithe hips, and the soft swell of breasts tenting her halter top.
When their gaze locked, Diana tried to give her the evil eye. Not that she had experience intimidating other girls, and clearly it didn’t work, because the girl just smiled big at her and — oh God — starting rubbing her half-naked body against Diana’s hip.
Jesus, firm breasts brushed her arm, a voice was laughing in her ear, and before she could react, her skin rippling to the music, the girl twisted away, grabbing her friend’s hand and whispering to her while gesturing to Diana sandwiched between the twins.
Whispers. Pointing. Diana remembered those all too well. But now, pleasure pricked her body in response to the attention — God, the obvious admiration in those girls’ eyes.
Ian was right. That year away had been a long damn time ago. And did she even give a fuck about being safe anymore? Everything was expanding, especially her head, and every squeeze of the twins’ hands on her soft curves felt a million times more intense.
Brendan leaned toward the girl with a friendly smile, putting his hand on her back below her red curls, his other hand secure on Diana’s waist. Diana couldn’t make out a word they were saying, but some kind of conversation was going on, with the other girl chiming in. Trust Brendan to make friends with everybody. Probably talking about the weather.
“Do you think they’re cute?” Brendan’s breath was warm against her ear, taking her by surprise. One hand strayed to her stomach, giving the slight curve an intimate squeeze. Peering over her shoulder, Diana caught his mischievous smile. Both girls were watching them, a few feet away.
“They’re gorgeous,” she said honestly. The type of girls who belonged with the twins, the type she’d always seen them with: willowy, toned, and tanned, wearing their confidence like they’d been born with it. The type of girls, grown up now, who’d giggled about her during that year away.
“They want us, sweetness.”
Diana blinked, stunned. “You mean they want you guys.”
“No,” Brendan whispered. “They want the three of us. Especially you.”
But she knew that already, didn’t she? She’d known from the minute that girl had rubbed up against her.
“Ever wanted to kiss a girl, Di?”
“Brendan…I—“ she stammered, completely disoriented again by the lights and buzzing beats. Her skin was scorching, her nipples ached from rubbing against Ian’s hard chest, and if Brendan unbuttoned her dress and let it fall to the floor right now, she wouldn’t even stop him. Ian’s eyes were still closed, his hands squeezing her waist and pulling her even closer.
Brendan just smiled at her. “Have you?”
Diana stared at the girls dancing nearby, afraid to look and wanting to. God, they were beautiful. When the redhead caught her looking, she blew her a kiss. Quickly, Diana turned back to Brendan.