“You just can’t fight the saucy,” he said to Rogen. “Why even try?” Then he took Jewel’s hand and led her to the sand-covered railroad ties.
The dance floor was packed. The music was lively. Colorful bulbs were strung along the edges of the thatched roof and wrapped around the trunks that formed the frame of the structure. It’d been forever and a day since Jewel had fallen into a perfect rhythm with a man in a sexy dance—that man being Vin.
For all his brooding and edginess, Vin’s moves were fluid and sensual. His hips swayed with hers. His hand rested gingerly at the dip of her waist, to guide her if he so chose. Their gazes locked. Her pulse beat in time with the music.
At that very moment, it didn’t matter that they’d fucked up their past. It didn’t matter that they’d been too prideful or foolish or whatever to confront each other.
The closer they inched toward each other, the hotter the air turned between them, the more fiery the mood became. That was all that mattered.
Vin’s hypnotic green eyes glimmered with lust.
Excitement shimmied down Jewel’s spine.
Their bodies touched. Gyrated in time to the passionate tune. Vin’s hand shifted to the small of her back, pressing her to him. His powerful thigh was between her legs. Precisely where she wanted it.
She placed a hand on his biceps. Her other palm flattened over his cut abs, feeling every ripple of sinew as he moved with her.
“I guess I do know how to dance with you,” he said in a low, hungry tone.
Jewel’s breathing was scarce, but she managed to jest, “Sometimes you’re too obstinate for your own good.”
“I’ll give you that one. But,” he added as his emerald eyes radiated primal heat, “sometimes you’re too irresistible for your own good.”
A spark against her clit made it even more difficult to breathe. Yet she didn’t lose her footing with Vin holding her steady. “I don’t think so,” she told him. “I had to convince you to play along last night, didn’t I?”
“No.” He gave a quick shake of his head. “You only had to seduce me. Which you do so, so well. So easily.”
She smiled up at him. “A man like you doesn’t get seduced, Vin. He already knows what he wants. Just needs to decide if he chooses to take it.”
He let out a sexy groan that lit her up. His body was hard against hers. The humidity and close physical contact had her skin glistening and her pussy aching for him. For Rogen, too.
Jewel stepped out of Vin’s embrace just long enough to grab Rogen by the arm at their table and say, “Salsa with us.”
“I have two left feet, sweetheart. And you know it.”
“This dance has nothing to do with feet—and everything to do with hips, heart, and soul.” She tugged a little harder. He stood, laughing softly. The shots were doing wonders for his mood, too.
“Don’t blame me when I trip all over you,” he said.
“You won’t.”
They joined Vin, whose eyes blazed when Jewel fell into step with the sensuous beat again.
Behind her, Rogen gripped her hips and followed along. Jewel backed up and ground her ass against his crotch. His head dipped and he suckled at her earlobe, sending a thrill down her spine.
The trio moved together, not necessarily in perfect harmony, but Jewel didn’t care. She was surrounded once more by their heat and virility and it did incredibly sinful things to her body. Her senses. Her libido.
One of her hands splayed over Vin’s hard chest. The other reached around to Rogen’s hip. Keeping both men glued to her. Exhilaration flared low in her belly and seeped through her veins, through every inch of her.
She, Vin, and Rogen nabbed a few sideways glances from those not on the dance floor, but this was Cabo, the tequila was flowing, and the sensuality of the threesome was neither out of the ordinary, nor did it faze anyone. If anything, what Jewel noted were envious stares from women who clearly wished to be in her place, wonderfully trapped between these two seriously hot alpha males.
Jewel felt damn lucky to be the one in this position. Her nipples tightened beneath her bikini top. The ache deep in her pussy was almost unbearable to not sate immediately, but she wasn’t done ratcheting the excitement amongst them. The sultry ambience, spicy music, and sexy salsa had her undulating between both men.
It was all fantastically intoxicating. She, Vin, and Rogen were melded together, and nothing else existed beyond the fire, the eroticism, the burning need.
“You’re making me so fucking hard,” Rogen murmured in her ear.
Jewel grinned. “I know. Vin, too. I can feel you both and it’s making me incredibly wet.”