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"Shh. Sure you can. Just hold on, lady. We've got
you." Ben's voice was deep, low, pitched just right to
send shivers through her.
"Yep. You're safe, okay? Promise. We're not gonna
do anything you don't want." John's voice was a little
higher, more breathless, but still held that hint of sexy
growl.
Her eyes rolled, hips moving of their own accord.
Fuck, she wanted. She wanted skin and hands and lips
and cocks so badly she could taste it.
"Oh, lady. You're just sensual as hell. I like it." John's
hands slipped and slid, making her gasp, his leg pressing
and releasing between hers.
"Y'all are. Sexy. Damn." She was so wet, so close,
her thighs shaking.
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Ben chuckled, squeezed her ass. Bastard. He'd
already gotten what he needed.
"So are you, Hannah. I swear. You're making me
hard. I can't see straight." John's voice... God. Hot,
breathy, good in her ear as he pressed her hard against
him.
She laughed, the sound husky, raw to her ears. "Stud,
you're not straight."
"You're right, I lean to both sides of the middle." He
slid his hand down, cupping her ass and squeezing.
"Fuck, I want..." Her head rolled, Ben's lips meeting
John's against her neck, the sensation overwhelming, the
most erotic thing she'd ever felt.
"Uh-huh. Yeah. We could... oh, honey, the things we
could do." They just kept at her, both of them licking
and nibbling, sharing a strip of skin right there on her
throat.
Someone's hand slipped down to cup her crotch,
another hand tweaked her nipple, and she was lost,
shaking and gasping between them, coming right there
on the dance floor.
"Oh. God. Yeah." John's skin was on fire against her,
flushed and hot as he stroked her, watched her. Saw her.
"So hot, lady." Ben's lips kept tasting, making her
shiver.
"Can we... I... This place is so..." Public.
"We can. We could go back to our place. Can't we,
babe?"
John and Ben shared a look that like to burned her
alive.
"Hell yes. Come and play, Hannah." Ben's eyes never
left John's, the heat there incredible.
"Are you sure?" Fuck knew she didn't want to be in
the way.
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That dual look turned on her, and God. Okay, yeah.
Okay.
John nodded, hand meeting Ben's at her waist, just
under her sweater, as they started guiding her out.
"Yeah. We can... shit. We're gonna." He made a
frustrated sound. "I can't think. Does it occur to anyone
else that I'm the only one who hasn't come?"
Ben chuckled, breath tickling her neck. "It's hell to be
you, Johnnie. You're first in line when we get home."
She laughed, dared to tease. "Now, now. I'm the
guest. That's not very nice."
Somebody goosed her. "Then you get to be the one to
make me come," John said. "Guest's choice."
"He's focused, lady. You might as well go with it."
Hannah reached around, fingers cupping the bulge in
John's slacks, squeezing. Oh. Hard. Fat. Hot. She wanted
to feel that. "I can appreciate focus."
He went up on tiptoes for her, a rough noise coming
out of him. "You keep that up and we'll get very busy
right here, lady. All three of us."
"I am not explaining to the guys why patrol got me
on public indecency." She rubbed again, petting, fingers
trailing along the length as they got back to the parking
lot, John's car. Oh. Right. She drove herself. "I'll follow
you?"
Like one man they turned and looked at her. "You
promise to?" John said, as Ben nodded. "Not get cold
feet and leave?"
John arched into her hand again, before she could
pull away, his hardness a graphic description of what
she was doing to him.
"I'm not a runner." She stepped up, pushed right into
a deep, slow kiss that better knock his socks off because
her panties were melted. "I'll be right behind you."
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He blinked at her, eyes so hot she swore she could
see little flames dancing in them. "We'll see you there,
then."
John took Ben's arm, turning him toward the car,
walking away, but she would swear she heard him
mutter, "Can't fucking wait."
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Slut.
He stood outside the door, in the shadows.
He'd been watching. His Angel was lost, that was the
only answer, the only one at all.
Lost. Trapped between the dancer and his...
The thought made him shudder.
He hadn't thought she was his Angel. The short-
cropped hair, so much like a man's, had distracted him,
confused him, but she was everywhere -- watching him,
teasing him, taunting him. She was everywhere.
Looking for him and making notes and trying to drive
him crazy.
He growled, the loop of rope in his fist pressing into
his skin. She never stayed still. She never stopped.
Soon she would, though. Soon he would clip her
wings.
Another person came through the door, bumped into
him. A pretty little thing with tear-stained cheeks.
So sweet. So sad.
His fist clenched.
Maybe he should help her.
Maybe that would be kind of him.
Kind...
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Chapter Thirteen
John tried not to speed home. He was being followed
by a cop after all, and it would suck for both him and
Hannah if they got pulled. But man, he was hard.
Dancing was like breathing to him. He did it all the
time, and he and Ben were good at it. It made him hard
often, dancing with Ben. Dancing with Ben and Hannah
had almost made him blow.
He glanced over at Ben as he turned down their
street. "You sure you're okay with this babe?" Hard as
he was, horny as he was for Hannah, he would never do
anything to jeopardize his one good thing.
Ben chuckled, fingers tracing his abs, sliding over his
muscles. "You going to decide all of a sudden to go all
Suzy Homemaker and get married and raise a family of
little beat cops?"
"Oh, God, no." That horrified him, just the thought.
"Well, then." His cheek got the softest kiss, almost a
tease. "She's something else, Johnnie, and she s just
about to explode with it -- might as well let her explode
with us."
That was his Ben. John grinned and nodded, pulling
into their little complex. "Yeah. Yeah, that's what I
figure, too. This is gonna be fun."
"Always is fun, playing with you." Ben turned his
face as they parked, the kiss enough to short him right
out.
Whimpering, John kissed him back, hips rising and
falling, before he broke away and tried to breathe.
"Damn. Okay, damn. Let's... God. Okay."
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