Tangled (Playing With Fire)

“Listen.” Trevor reached for Drake, clapped a hand on his shoulder and gave him a little shake. “I think we should hang out here for a while and have a couple of drinks. Loosen us up a little bit. If, after a while, we’re still approaching this like some sort of business deal about to go down then I say we cancel. But if we all can get into it,—” he shot a meaningful glance in Scarlett’s direction, “—then I say we go for it.”

“That sounds good,” Scarlett said cautiously. “What do you think?”

“Let’s do it.”

“I need vodka.” Scarlett glanced toward the busy bartender, her voice sounding rough. “He’s taking forever.”

Trevor released his hold on Drake and pulled her even closer. “Patience, sweetheart. He’s headed our way.”

“I’ll get him to come our way,” Drake said, bellying up to the bar and whistling so loud the majority of the crowd turned to look in their direction including the bartender.

Drinks were quickly obtained and just as quickly consumed. The club was packed, they were crammed at a little table huddled close together and the music throbbed, the beat heavy and pounding deep inside Trevor’s body, pumping through his veins.

“We should dance,” he suggested, and Scarlett’s eyes lit up at his words.

“Oh yes, that sounds perfect.” She was already standing, her body leaning toward the dance floor.

“I don’t really dance,” Drake protested with a shake of his head, but Scarlett stood in front of the table, her hands on her hips, expression stern.

“Don’t you dare try to get out of this,” she said, and Trevor laughed.

“Don’t argue with her dude. She’ll drag you out onto that dance floor kicking and screaming.”

All three of them headed toward the crowded dance floor, Scarlett holding each of their hands so they were linked. Finding a spot on the edge of the floor, they began to dance, Scarlett facing Drake, Trevor behind her, his hands on her hips in a possessive gesture. Already they were entwined, Drake staring at Trevor with undisguised lust, Trevor’s fingers pressing into Scarlett’s lush curves.

He needed to say something before things got too hot and heavy. Needed to make it clear to Drake that this was a one-time thing he was doing for Scarlett and nothing else. It would never happen again.

It would be too dangerous if it happened again. For everyone.

Trevor was for this interlude, but he wanted to make certain things cle

ar. Scarlett belonged to him. And he wasn’t about to leave her for Drake.

The music was fantastic, the beat strong and fast. The liquor was smooth, had slid right down her throat with ease. Scarlett could feel it coursing through her veins, warming her belly and making her head buzz. Just what she needed considering what was about to go down.

Right at the moment, she was enjoying being the center filling inside a man sandwich. Drake in front of her danced surprisingly smooth for someone who said he wasn’t any good at it. And Trevor behind her, his hands grasped about her hips, his lower body bumped and ground against her ass in time with the music.

His erection let her know that he was very much into this. Very much into her.

She raised her arms above her head, her body swaying to the beat. Drake moved closer, invading her space, dancing with her in perfect rhythm. Trevor held her tight, moving with her, his cheek close to hers, his mouth on her ear.

“You want to kiss him?” His whispered question made her shiver and she stared at Drake, her gaze zeroing in on his mouth. It was a nice mouth, firm yet full lips. She could certainly imagine kissing it.

“Yes.” She let her arms fall back behind her and wrap around Trevor’s neck. “Do you?”

“I want to see you kiss him first.” He licked her ear and she gasped, her butt nudging against him. “But don’t forget who wants you the most, babe.”

Her body turned into molten liquid at Trevor’s words, his intent. The fact he was laying claim on her, reminding her of how he felt every step of the way. She should’ve found it annoying but instead she liked it. Loved it even.

His possessiveness aroused her, made her feel good.

Trevor’s hands on her hips guided her toward Drake, bringing them closer together and they continued to move to the music as one. Her hips thrust toward Drake, helped by Trevor’s guidance and Drake settled his hands on her waist, his fingers nudging Trevor’s. Drake pulled her upper body toward him, and her breasts brushed against his muscular chest.

It was sensation overload already and they’d barely begun. To have two sets of large male hands upon her body, vying for her attention was heady. Her arms went around Drake’s neck, burrowing her hands in his hair. She marveled at the softness, the slight wave of it curling around her fingers. He watched her, his gaze locked on her face, his lips parting in anticipation and she tugged on his hair, pulling him down toward her mouth.

They kissed. And it was much different from the innocent smooch at the theatre. His mouth opened over hers, his hot, seeking tongue trailing out to lick, meeting hers. She groaned and opened her mouth wider, letting him search her thoroughly and his hands tightened on her waist.

And then she was ripped away from him, Trevor’s hand curving around her cheek and pulling her into his possessive kiss as if he couldn’t resist. His tongue licked deep, stroked hers with a delicious in and out rhythm that reminded her of sex. Of how his cock drove deep inside her body.