Page 8 of Web of Lies

I scoff and roll my eyes so hard that it's a wonder they don't pop out of my head. "No, you weren't."

"I was," he says in a low, unbothered voice, as if it's the most obvious answer.

"Threesomes are great, especially with two guys and one woman.

Though I usually prefer to get to know everyone involved first." I study his face, looking for any sign that he's messing with me.

But there's no teasing glint, nor any hint of his usual smirk. He's actually being serious.

My eyebrows shoot up. "Wait, you've done that before?"

"I have," he says with a dismissive nod. "Though it's been a while since I've been with a man. He was kinda cute. Not my usual type, but we could have made it work if you liked him." He raises his beer to his lips for another sip.

"Wait, wait, wait." I put my hand on his chest to stop him mid-sip, my fingers splaying across his firm muscles. "You’re also into men?"

"Yes?" Kyle looks down at me, completely unfazed, like he just told me he prefers one type of beer over another.

"I don't care about gender. If someone's my type and they're fun to be around, then I'm in.

" He shrugs, his lips twitching into the hint of a smirk.

"Why limit yourself when pleasure has no limits? "

My lips part in surprise as I search his face for even the slightest trace of hesitation, but there is none. Instead, I am met with pure confidence, unshakable and unapologetic. Something warm and unexpected flutters in my chest.

"You do not know how much I admire that," I say, my voice softer now, yet more serious, like I can’t help but be in awe of him.

"Oh, yeah?" he murmurs, the corner of his mouth curling up, a mix of amusement and curiosity.

"Yes," I nod and take a step closer, letting my gaze linger on him as I wrap my arms around his stomach. "You're shamelessly yourself, and that's what makes you so magnetic."

"Magnetic, huh? That's a new one." He chuckles, the sound low and rich, vibrating against my chest.

I bite back a laugh and tighten my arms around him. "Let's dance a little more before we go," I say, a smile on my lips. "Then, let's head to my place." I stand on my toes and plant a kiss on his lips.

"That sounds perfect." The corner of his mouth twitches into a smirk, then he wordlessly chugs the rest of his beer. I finish my drink with one last gulp before grabbing his hand, lacing our fingers together, and leading him back downstairs to the main floor.

Just seconds later, we're back in the crowd. The music booms and the lights flicker in erratic bursts around us. Kyle's hands grip my hips possessively, and I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on tight. Our bodies move in perfect harmony, pressed together. Heat and rhythm drive our every move.

Kyle's leg slips between mine, and I eagerly climb on, my cunt pressing against his muscular thigh.

Without hesitating, I thrust my hips forward and embrace the friction that sends waves of pleasure through my core.

The rough texture of his jeans adds another layer of stimulation through the thin fabric of my panties.

My breath catches in my throat, and a soft moan slips from my lips.

It's barely audible over the music, but it's enough for Kyle to notice.

His eyes darken and flicker down to my mouth.

He grips my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my skin through the fabric of my skirt as I keep rolling my hips against his solid muscles.

He dips his head, brushing his lips against the shell of my ear, his breath hot and heavy. "You're driving me fucking insane," he growls, his voice vibrating against my skin.

The surrounding crowd blurs into nothing more than sound and heat. My fingers find the hair at the nape of his neck as I arch into him. One of his hands leaves my waist, slips down, and grips one of my ass cheeks, controlling my movements, forcing me to grind harder against him.

"You gonna come like this?" he murmurs against my skin, his voice dripping with mischief. "Right here on the dance floor? Riding my thigh like a needy slut in front of everyone?"

"Yes," I breathe out, my fingers curling into his hair as my rhythm grows frantic.

"Good girl," he purrs, his low voice rumbling against my neck and throwing me over the edge.

My muscles spasm, my thighs go rigid around his, as I come right on him.

My lips part in a gasp, but before a sound can escape, Kyle's mouth meets mine.

Our tongues curl around each other, and he swallows every pitiful sound rumbling in my throat.

My heart pounds in my chest, and my body quivers as I cling to him.

Without breaking our kiss, he shifts us, and we sway in tune with the music as if we're still dancing.

A sudden burst of cheers and shouting from the crowd around us startles me and pulls me away from the kiss. Panic surges through my veins as clarity washes over me. Did anyone see us? Were we just caught grinding like animals in the middle of the dance floor?

I glance around, my pulse racing, but I quickly realize the commotion isn't about us.

The crowd's attention is elsewhere. My head snaps toward a woman standing on top of the DJ booth, holding a smoke gun high above her head.

She's dressed in a short, black bodysuit held together at the front with buckles, barely covering her chest. Her hair is styled in two sleek pigtails, and a simple black mask covers the lower half of her face.

Next to her stands a man dressed in all black, wearing a red, glowing stitch mask.

He has one hand on her back, clutching the thin strips of fabric with his fingers to make sure she doesn't fall.

Like many others in the crowd, I am drawn in by her magnetic presence.

With her electric energy, she easily captures everyone's attention and earns thunderous cheers.

Suddenly, strong fingers grip my chin and tilt my head back.

"Eyes on me, Freckles," Kyle says, his voice rough and edged with anger.

I turn my focus back to him, tightening my arms around his neck just as his hands slide down to my ass.

He slips his hands beneath my skirt and guides my body rhythmically against his, demanding all of my attention.

I dig my nails into his neck and feel the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. My eyes lock with his as he stares down at me. His pupils are dilated, making his brown eyes look even darker. Something about it feels dangerous yet intoxicating. "Let's get out of here," I say.

"That's what I wanted to hear."