Page 112 of New Nebraska Heat

I looked to Bryce. “Are you comfortable with that too?”

“Of course,” he answered in husky tones. “I want more than anything to make this work.”

I channeled my old dance teacher, barking in my own head,Stage presence, Serenity!

I lifted my chin. “Then lay back and enjoy, boys.”

“Is touching allowed in this club?” Hunter asked, and I paused the song I’d just started.

I pursed my lips, pretending to think about it. “Yes.”

Then I hit play again, and closed my eyes letting the music wash over me.

The demanding drumbeat rocked my hips in hypnotic circleswhile my hands wound their way up my body. My fingers just ghosted over my dress, teasing my body the way I knew the men wanted. Once I could feel their gaze following the path of my fingers I curved them around to the sides of my breasts before slipping under my hair to unclasp my necklace.

“One,” I said as I let one side of the chain fall in between my breasts, then slowly pulled it free and dangled it over the vanity.

The guys took off their ties.

“Two.” I took off one earring. “And three,” I said as I took off the other.

“Hey, I think that’s one,” Seb teased.

“We’re playing by my rules tonight.” I said before biting my lower lip. “Start undoing more buttons.”

I kept dancing as they watched, my body weaving a spell they were falling under. Their eyes were trained on me as their fingers scrambled to undo shirts, giving me views of their sculpted chests.

I was a very lucky girl.

Hunter popped open the button of his pants, his hardening cock pressing against the material. God, paranormal men were so much bigger. I let my tongue trace my upper lip, imagining how he’d taste, but there was no way I’d be able to swallow all of him.

Still, I wanted to try.

Rather than linger on the problems, I imagined the opportunities. I was going to take my time learning the hills and valleys of each of their torsos with my mouth. I pulled the chair in the room closer, kicking my leg high as I straddled it backward, and arched my back, thrusting my chest in the air.

Their heightened breathing urged me to keep going as I gripped the chair back, pelvis rocking, pretending the seat was a man beneath me. Then I paused and bent slowly, maintaining eye contact as I kicked off my shoes.

Off came the shirts, tossed unceremoniously away.

As I started to stand, I grabbed the lower hem of my dress andstarted drawing it up over my body slowly, winding with my stomach and hips in spiraling patterns. Seb’s fingers dug into the comforter. Bryce looked hypnotized, lips parting in a long exhale.

Hunter’s eyes were hungry as he rasped, “Slower. Tease me, Little Dancer.”

I exaggerated each twist of my torso, the dress moving painfully slow over my breasts. When I finally pulled it free past my head, I looked over to them, and mouthed, “Four.”

Hands fumbled at waistbands, and the three of them shifted on the bed, Hunter and Seb standing to drop their pants on the floor. Bryce kicked his off onto the comforter, then tossed them into the corner.

As a new song started, I approached the bed in nothing but my black thong, and matching bra, heart fluttering like a bird in my chest.

Hunter and Seb leaned toward me, but I held out my hands to stop them from coming too close yet. “I want to keep dancing for you.”

I turned around to let them admire the view from the back as I quickened the sway of my hips to match the song’s new rhythm. I looked over at Bryce. His eyes glowed with fire, his finger tips were bright red, and I could see the outline of his massive cock in his black boxer briefs.

With a sexy wink, I blew him a kiss and turned back towards the other two.

“Fuck,” Hunter groaned. “I can’t wait anymore.”

He slid a hand up my thigh to grab my left butt cheek. I turned my back towards them again, watching Bryce as they touched me. Seb kissed my shoulder, taking my right breast in a strong hand around my bra, thumb tracing the bare skin above the cup.