Jasmine moved slowly at first, despite the music’s fast tempo. It was a seductive dance that she seemed to be doing more for herself than for anyone around her. Her eyes closed, and her body seemed to unwind with the passing seconds. She looked lost in every delicate movement, her hands running over her own body, down her torso and over the top of her thighs. His mind told Mad to look anywhere else but directly at her, but every cell in his body screamed otherwise. They danced close to one another, but they hadn’t touched yet, and it was driving Maddox crazy. He knew it was only a matter of time before his hands navigated to her hips, pulling her in closer until their bodies touched.
Another song passed, and he could feel the heat between them. It wasn’t only from the dancing. There was a pull he could feel with every pulse of the music. It drove him closer to her, made him give in to the temptation he’d tried so hard to resist. And now his hand was on her hip, his fingers stroking over her exposed lower back. A few inches lower, and his fingers would’ve found a much more intimate area.
His touch was gentle at first as he gauged her response. And when she moved closer to him instead of pulling away, his entire body was ablaze with desire. He could feel the bit of sweat on her skin, and the thought of tasting her—running his tongue over her salty flesh—had him on fire. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and he was certain she could feel his erection, because fuck if she wasn’t swaying back and forth over it.
Every brush over him had Mad wanting to pull her against him and keep her there until he exploded. The fact that he didn’t give a shit that they were in full view of others indicated to him that Jasmine had an effect on him that few women did. He was wound so fucking tight, so high from the alcohol and the feel of Jaz’s body against his. It wasn’t long before he was kissing her, their tongues exploring each other in a way that felt like Mad was both consuming her and being consumed. It was an odd paradox—and one that had him wanting more than either of them would ever do on a dance floor.
But for now, he was content to enjoy the way her mouth joined his, the way her hands roamed over his chest and down to the hem of his shirt. His mind was begging her to lift it up, run her fingertips on the ridges of his abs, and scratch her nails over his shoulder blades and the muscles of his back.
He groaned into her mouth when her hands reached down to the sides of his thighs before making their way up to the back of his neck to feel the short hair at the bottom of his head. The touch and the vibration of the music had him buzzing inside and out. Beating against his chest, his heart was going way too fast for the speed they were moving.
Maddox tried to control his dick, but it was impossible. It strained against his jeans, begging for attention he was sure he’d have to give it later. When their kiss finally broke, their lips stayed so close to the other’s that Maddox could still taste the strawberry and mint on her breath from her drink. He wanted to ask her what the hell had just happened, but his body wouldn’t let him. It was warring with the logical side of his brain that told him this shouldn’t be happening. So he let his body speak for him: his teeth nipped at her bottom lip, and he ran his tongue over her jaw, causing her head to tilt back for him. And his cock…well, there was no fucking way his cock would let him stop what was happening between them.
Even if Wilder had just come out to dance with them.
Jasmine was so hot, so wet with her desire for Maddox, that she hadn’t noticed Wilder come up behind her until Maddox gave a nod over Jasmine’s shoulder. She looked behind her but didn’t break contact with Mad. Her body liked his way too much to pull away. So instead, she reached back to grab Wild’s hand, pulling him in toward her so he could join them.
He seemed hesitant at first, probably feeling as though he was intruding on an intimate moment. If only he knew how wrong he was—how his presence there only made the moment more intimate. She wanted both of them—had always wanted both—and the night felt more complete when she found herself between them again.
The dance was cautious at first as the men seemed unclear of their place in it. But to her, it all seemed so natural, so she showed them what she wanted. She moved Wilder’s hand to her stomach, entwining her fingers with his and then placing her hand over his before letting go completely. From there, Wild found his own rhythm, pressing her against him as he danced. Wild was just as aroused as Maddox, and the thought made her close her eyes to tune out everything except what she felt: the pounding of the bass, the fuzziness in her mind, the hard cocks grinding against her.
Soon, hands and lips were everywhere. She’d leaned back to give Wilder access to her neck, and he’d taken her invitation, his hand lightly holding her throat as he kissed along her jawline to her lips. Maddox had her hand, kissing up her forearm to her collarbone and chest. She’d told Wilder not that long ago that she wanted to find enlightenment, and this right here might be the closest she’d ever come. This right here was perfection.
Wild’s mind was blank. He was all feeling, all need. At least for a little while. Fuck if his best friend was there to watch. His dick certainly didn’t care, so why should he? They were friends having fun, and Wilder was always up for fun. Especially when that fun involved a gorgeous woman’s ass grinding against his hard cock. He wasn’t sure if it was weird that Maddox was probably hard too and only inches from him. And he wasn’t sure if it was weird that he was thinking of Maddox’s dick while he was so fucking turned on, but since it didn’t seem to have a negative effect on his own erection, he chose not to worry about it.
That was easy to do with the moans coming from Jasmine’s lips. She seemed lost in the music, in the moment, and in what both he and Maddox were doing to her. Wild roamed his hands over every inch of Jaz’s body he had access to, and he wondered what might have happened if they’d had more privacy. Would clothes have been discarded? Would any of them have come? Because Christ, that solo session he’d had in the shower had nothing on what he felt now.
His cock felt so fucking full, so ready as it ground between Jaz’s ass cheeks. The scent of her shampoo, clean and fruity, was intoxicating, and he imagined what it would be like to bury his face in her hair while he thrust inside her until he came. Flashes of the club lights became flashes of Jasmine’s face below his as he drove into her harder and harder until he was so deep he wondered if he could ever find his way out. Not that he’d want to. This was the sexiest fucking thing he’d done in a while. So he tried not to think about the fact that he was currently sharing a girl with his best friend or that he was a bedroom away from participating in his first threesome that wouldn’t include two females.
The only thing that mattered was that he was enjoying himself. His hedonistic side screamed at him to keep going, while the more logical—though significantly less vocal—side nudged him kindly. Think about what you’re doing, it whispered. This could be bad for you. This could be bad for all of you.
But Wild did what he’d done most of his life: told that pesky little voice to shut the fuck up and let him enjoy himself. If there was anything to worry about, he’d worry about it later.
And if he didn’t worry about it, he knew his best friend would do enough worrying for both of them.
Chapter Eleven
Maddox was hot all over, his naked skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. His cock was hard, and his body was quivering with need. He screwed his eyes shut, trying to hold on to this feeling—this euphoric strain that preceded an epic release. Someone was blowing on his sensitive skin, causing goose bumps to dot his overheated body.
The gentle puffs of air were lower each time, teasing his nipples, ghosting over his abs, before blowing down his happy trail toward his aching shaft. The cooler air felt good on him, especially when it blew over his cock before a tongue darted out to lick at the head. That tongue was soon replaced by a warm mouth, which caused Maddox to bow off the bed. He felt the person’s lips stretch around him, taking half of his thick cock before lifting off with an obscene pop.
Mad reached down
and buried his fingers in hair he knew would be long before he even gripped it. He also knew it was dark without opening his eyes. Because the flutter in his chest beat out a rhythm that seemed to repeat a name over and over.
Jaz. Jaz. Jaz.
Unable to resist the urge to watch her bobbing up and down on his cock, Mad opened his eyes and took in the sight. He let his eyes lock with hers as she sucked and licked him like he was her favorite flavor lollipop. He was enraptured by her, loving the sight of her between his legs. It was making him impossibly harder as he inched closer to his orgasm.
Movement registered in his peripheral vision, and Mad lazily let his eyes drift to the corner of the room where someone else sat, fully clothed but avidly watching the show Jaz was putting on.
Wild.
Wild, who rubbed the palm of his hand over the bulge in his jeans and licked his lips. Wild, who was watching Jaz suck Mad’s cock and was clearly getting off on it.
Maddox’s shaft pulsed under the attention—as if it liked being part of this erotic display. Liked that someone else was witnessing Jaz worship Mad’s cock. Gripping Jaz’s hair tighter, Mad let his hips buck off the bed a bit, let himself fuck her mouth without giving her more than she could handle.
“Give it to me, Mad,” Jaz whispered.
Mad thought he heard a “Fuck yeah” from the corner, but it was difficult to tell as blood thundered through his ears as his entire system prepared for him to flood her mouth with his come. Just one more second and he’d be there, ready to fall over the edge, ready for the release that felt like a long time coming, ready…
Maddox groaned as awareness seeped into him. He kept his eyes closed, trying to will himself back into his dream even though he knew it was no use. He was groggy, but the dream was already becoming a faded photograph, and his consciousness was hovering on the frayed edges.
Rolling to his back, he rubbed his hands over his face and groaned. Had he really just had a sex dream about Jaz? And Wild had been in it, his pesky subconscious reminded him. For fuck’s sake, what was wrong with him? His eyes opened into slits as he struggled to adjust to the light in the room. His tongue felt glued to the roof of his mouth, and his throat felt like he’d tried to gargle sandpaper. Forcing himself up, he sat on the edge of his bed for a moment, taking stock of his body. He didn’t feel too horrible. He had a dull ache in his head, but that was pretty much it. A pretty tame punishment for letting himself get drunk last night.
Last night.
Images rolled into his mind like waves on a beach. Dancing with Jaz and Wild, kissing—watching Wild kiss Jaz, Mad kissing Jaz. More drinks, more dancing, more kissing. He’d enjoyed the fuck out of all of it, despite feeling like he shouldn’t have. Logic told him the night had gotten completely out of control—had gone sideways even if it felt as if he was firmly right side up.
What in the actual fuck? He’d made out with his employee at the same time his best friend did. How could he not be horrified by that? It was completely unprofessional, not to mention weird as hell. He and Wild were close and had definitely shared details of their one-night stands, but they’d never shared a girl before, even if it was just kissing. And not just any girl, but Jaz—the girl Mad had real feelings for and was interested in beyond a good time.
Digging the heels of his palms into his eye sockets, Mad tried to calm himself down. Maybe he hadn’t fucked everything up. They’d all been drunk, and things had gotten a little out of hand, but that didn’t mean he’d ruined things with Jaz. Maybe they’d all be able to pretend that nothing happened and go on like things had been. Mad could continue getting to know Jaz until he found his balls and asked her out. Simple.
He stood and headed for his bathroom, where he brushed his teeth and took a shower. When he felt human again, he climbed out and dried off before pulling on a pair boxer briefs and basketball shorts.
Time to face the music.
With any luck, Wild would still be asleep and Mad could get a couple cups of coffee into himself before he had to pretend he wasn’t turned inside out—both by what had happened the previous night and by his dream. But as he walked down the hall, he heard clanging coming from the kitchen and knew that luck wasn’t going to be on his side.
“Morning,” he murmured as he rounded the corner to the kitchen, his voice sounding raspy.
Wild whipped around as if Mad had startled him. “Oh, hey. Morning. The Keurig’s already on.”
“Thanks,” Mad said as he grabbed his favorite mug and popped a K-cup in the machine.
“You want eggs?” Wild asked as he opened the fridge.
“Not hungry yet. I’ll make something later.”
Wild nodded as he set about his task, and silence fell between them.
It seemed as if they weren’t going to talk about it, which suited Maddox just fine. Though he did wish they could find something to talk about. The air in the room was stifling with awkward tension.
Mad opened his mouth to ask about Wild’s training schedule—anything to get on more normal ground—when a few bangs sounded from the living room. Someone was knocking on their door.
“Who the hell is that?” Wild asked as he headed in the direction of the door, Mad following close behind. Wilder pulled open the door to reveal Jaz with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, wearing a crop top and leggings.
“Hi,” she said happily. “I figured you two would be wigging out this morning, so I brought doughnuts.”
Wilder stepped back to let her in. “How would doughnuts keep us from wigging out? Not that we were.”
Maddox nodded his agreement with Wild but kept his mouth shut since…well, since he’d been totally wigging out.
“It’s impossible to be tense while eating doughnuts. It’s been scientifically proven.”
“By who?” Wild asked on a laugh. “And I’m not eating doughnuts. I’m making an omelet.”
“So disciplined with your food,” she said affectionately. “So wild every other way. You’re a real study in contrasts. You both are.”
“No contrasting here,” Mad said. And it was the truth. Maddox was a control freak who’d let his guard down one goddamn night, and look at what had happened. Never again.
“Our little dirty dancing session last night would prove otherwise,” Jaz said with a wide smile.
Mad groaned. “Can we not go there?”
“Oh, we’re going there. Repeatedly, if I have my way.” Jaz slid between them and waltzed into the kitchen like she owned the place, leaving Mad and Wild staring and gaping after her.
Finally, the two men panned back so they were looking at one another.
“Did she just say what I think she did?” Mad asked.
“God help us…yes.”
Those two dopes stood by their front door as if she was going to execute them if they followed her. She knew this was how they’d be this morning: both internally freaking out while externally remaining stoic.
But that attitude wasn’t going to work for Jaz. Last night had been more than she ever could have hoped for. Had opened the door to a possibility she hadn’t thought existed but was now flashing in her mind like a neon sign. ENTER HERE, it blinked at her. And she’d spent the entire night trying to figure out how she could drag these two men in with her. Finally, it occurred to her that she might have to do it by force. So she’d armed herself with doughnuts and a positive attitude and made her way over.
She set the doughnuts on the counter and grabbed paper towels—was there some bro-rule that said men weren’t allowed to buy regular napkins? Then she propped her elbow on the counter and waited for them. It probably took them less than a minute to follow her, but it felt longer. When they entered the kitchen, she beamed a smile at them, grabbed herself a doughnut, and took a big bite out of it.
She could see Maddox’s chest heave with his sigh, but he stepped toward her and scanned the treats. “Is that a powdered Bavarian cream?”
“Why yes, it is.” Jaz had been thrilled with herself that sh
e’d remembered Maddox had nearly salivated when they’d stopped at a diner one day that had a selection of desserts—doughnuts included. He’d debated getting himself one for almost fifteen minutes before deciding he was full.
“You don’t play fair,” he muttered before picking up the doughnut and taking a huge bite, moaning as he tasted it. “This is amazing.”
She smiled at him before turning her gaze to Wild and arching an eyebrow at him. “How about you, Wild Man? I got some with strawberry filling so you could pretend you were eating fruit.”
Wild rolled his eyes at her but peered into the box. He chose a twisted glazed one. “When in Rome,” he said.
Jaz stood up straight and clapped her hands together. “Great. Now that your mouths are otherwise occupied, I can say what I came here to say.”
Both men groaned, but Jaz ignored them. She had more pressing things to accomplish than fixing their petulant tendencies.
“To begin, I want to put it out there that I had a really good time last night. I always have a good time when I’m with you guys. And I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize that.”
“Agreed,” Wild said as he chewed. Mad nodded.
“Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page. So I think the only logical thing for us to do is to all date and see where it goes.”
Mad immediately began choking on his doughnut, and Wild’s eyes grew large before he forced what was in his mouth down his throat. Wild smacked Mad on the back a few times to no avail.
“You should put your arms up,” Jaz suggested.
“My arms?” Mad choked out. “What the…fuck my arms.”
Oookay, so maybe she should’ve eased into this better.
Mad finally got himself under control and drank some water Wild had gotten him.
Then Wilder turned his attention to her. “Are you serious? You think we should…all… Are you crazy?”
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