by Zoe York
Serena snorted, then shrieked as Hunter hauled her into his lap. He reached inside his jacket and palmed her breast for a second before tickling her side gently. Her breath caught in her throat.
Good old American fun indeed.
She couldn’t wait.
* * *
Since Emme had hooked them up with cheap flights, Hunter had splurged on a suite at the Wynn for him and Serena. The others were all staying at the Flamingo, and they ribbed him for being extra fancy as they all piled out first, but when they arrived, he knew it had been worth it.
The entire strip was done up for the holiday season, but there was something truly magical about the lobby at the Wynn. Christmas light-covered trees lined the lobby and heavy boughs of greenery festooned every available perch. Caroling bells pealed gently and Serena did an adorable hip-wiggle as they waited to check in that made him want to move to the North Pole for year-round holiday cheer.
But on the other hand, California meant bikinis, so maybe not.
Their suite was a glorified room, but it had a decent-sized sitting area—so they could have people over if they wanted. Once he said that thought out loud, Serena insisted on hanging all their clothes in the closet and stowing their suitcases away, which ate into his first-round-of-many Vegas sex-scapades, but she made it up to him in the shower, and they were barely fifteen minutes late meeting everyone at a midnight show halfway between the two hotels.
Jason had already arranged table service, and shots were shoved into their hands as soon as they sat down. Hunter waved off any more after the first two, but on top of the champagne they’d already had, everyone seemed to be buzzing just fine.
Including Serena, whose cheeks were pink and eyes were bright.
“Having fun?” he asked her as they watched half-naked dancers twirl on stage.
“Uh huh.” Her eyes got really big as the entire line of dancers started doing high kicks. “Man, they’re…flexible.”
They were indeed.
“It’s okay, baby.” She rubbed against his arm. “You can look. I think they’re hot, even though girls don’t really do it for me.”
Hunter’s blood started pumping. Why’d she bring that up? Was it a clue? “So I should put away my threesome fantasy forever?” he teased.
The tip of her tongue swiped her upper lip, leaving a wet streak behind. He leaned in and rubbed at it with the pad of his thumb.
“Just kidding,” he whispered. She didn’t have anything to worry about in that regard.
“Too bad.” Her eyes darkened and she licked his thumb—just a little. Just enough to get his dick hard and make him forget they were in public.
“Yeah?” he frowned. “But you just said…”
“Never mind.” She laughed and gave him a glassy smile. She turned to everyone else and clapped her hands. “Who wants to go dancing?”
* * *
One minute Hunter had been leading Serena to the bar at a dance club near the south end of the strip, because she needed water, and the next his hand was empty. He spun around just in time to see her deck some guy twice as big as her.
Jesus Christ.
He shoved that guy back to the ground, then pulled her in tight to his side as he held his hand out, stopping the jerk’s friends from getting involved.
“We don’t need any trouble, right? But seriously, he needs to stop drinking if he thinks grabbing my girlfriend is a good idea.”
“Little woman has a fist on her, woohee!” They laughed and backed off, and Hunter rolled his eyes.
“What, were you surprised I could take him?” Serena jabbed him in his side.
“Nope. Slightly guilty that I let him grab you in the first place,” he said gruffly.
“You still came to my rescue.” She ran her hand over his abs. “My hero.”
“Mmm.”
“Are you not having fun? We could go to the casino instead. Or just back to the room. Honestly, I’m up for whatever.”
“No, you wanted to dance. Let’s dance.”
“Okay.”
But she didn’t move to the floor, not even after he passed her the overpriced bottle of water. Instead she sipped it, slowly, leaning against him as she watched the bodies twist and flow.
Hunter could outfit himself just fine on a dance floor, but as they watched a couple nearly get to third base in front of them, he wondered if she wanted something dirtier.
That’s what Vegas was all about, of course.
He rubbed his hands up and down her arms. “You want to dance like that?”
“Hmm? No.” But her eyes didn’t leave the dance floor. She moved on to watching another couple, two guys this time, and the way she shifted back and forth against him told him in no uncertain terms that she was definitely enjoying the show.
He swallowed hard, his grip tightening for a second before he slid his hands down to her hips. “You want something more like that?”
She shook her head. “Not with a creepy stranger.” She perused the dance floor, her fingers absently rubbing back and forth over her mouth as she watched the crowd move. “Hey, Quinn has some decent moves. Let’s go dance with him!”
“Us?”
She gave him a duh, yes, us look. “I’m not dancing with someone else unless you’re right behind me.” She leaned in and brushed her lips across his jaw. “My hero, remember?”
Jesus. When she said it like that, there was no way he was standing on the sidelines.
They bumped into Nathan and Emme as they navigated across the dance floor, and the other couple announced they were heading back to their hotel room.
Jason was nowhere in sight, so Hunter pulled out his phone and fired off a text.
An answer came back just as they reached Quinn, who was dancing with another couple and flashed them a quick, easy grin.
“Who were you messaging?” Serena asked in his ear.
“Jason. He found a poker game. He’s out for the night.”
“Ah.” She spun around, rubbing her back against his front. He spread his legs and bent his knees so he could grind against her ass.
Huh. So it was in fact that simple. He kept his hands on her hips and let her move to the beat, and pretty soon, they were dirty dancing. He was no Patrick Swayze, but it was damn hot and nobody was pointing and laughing.
The couple that Quinn had been dancing with moved away and he turned around, swaying in front of Serena. Then he looked at Hunter. “May I?”
It wasn’t his call. “You want to dance with Quinn, beautiful?”
She glanced over her shoulder. “You want me to?”
Oh. She thought it was his call. “Sure.”
“That’s not yes,” she said, giving him a saucy look. “You want to share me tonight, Hunter?”
Much to his shock, the thought of amping up her pleasure on the dance floor and sandwiching her between him and Quinn didn’t spark jealousy.
Far from it. The heavy, erotic tug deep inside him was unmistakable. Serena grinding against Quinn? That sounded…hot. Fucking hell.
And Serena knew it. She rolled her hips against the proof that yes, he wanted to share her tonight. Here. Where it was safe to admit that his woman deserved all the world’s pleasure, but since some of the world was super creepy, he’d have to wrangle what pleasure could be found at hand from trusted sources.
Quinn Parry was as trusted as they came.
So Hunter stroked his hand down Serena’s arm, squeezed her hand, and held it out to his team mate. “Absolutely. Let’s dance.”
Chapter Nine
Serena was impressed—Quinn could dance. He barely touched her, really, but he knew just how to rock her back against Hunter, to help her make the moment as erotic as possible for her boyfriend who she knew was a bit out of his depth but trying—and succeeding—to live in the moment.
Every so often Quinn would pull her into the space between the two men and spin her around, his arms ghosting around her, but he always returned her to the safety of Hunter’s
hands.
So when he looked at them after another half hour of dancing, his mouth shiny and his eyes flashing, and asked, “You guys want to get out of here?” she didn’t say no, even though they’d probably hit their limit for fun for the night.
Instead she glanced over her shoulder at Hunter and let him make the call.
“We’ve got the limo for a little longer,” he said roughly. “Drive up and down the strip?”
Every nerve ending in her body danced with excitement. She nodded. “Sounds like fun.”
Hunter’s warmth right behind her, his hand possessively curled around her hip, and his easy, smooth laugh in her ear smoothed over the worry about what the hell was happening as the two men guided her out of the club and found their waiting ride.
“How much more time do we have with you, buddy?” Hunter asked the driver.
“An hour, sir.”
“Then take us on a tour, okay?” He handed over a folded bill, and as soon as they were inside the limo, he pulled Serena into his lap.
Quinn settled on the far couch, pulling back into the shadows.
Hunter just held her at first, but she could feel his heart pounding a mile a minute in his chest.
“You wanna open the sun roof?” she whispered against his cheek. His stubble caught on her lips, like little hooks trying to snag under her skin and keep her close.
You’ve got me hooked already, mister.
“Yeah.”
The only evidence that Quinn was watching them, listening to them, was the mechanical whirr of the roof hatch sliding back and the night sky coming into view.
So a whisper wasn’t private.
Nothing was private, and Hunter’s hand was creeping up her skirt.
She licked her lips and arched into his touch. “You wanna wait until we get back to the hotel?”
“You don’t.”
“I never want to wait for anything with you.”
“Then let me get you off.”
“In front of Quinn?”
“I think he wants to watch.”
“I think we should ask him first.”
From the shadows, Hunter’s friend chuckled softly. “Hunter doesn’t know the rules like we do, Serena.”
“I’m learning.” Her boyfriend lowered his head and kissed her shoulder. “How about you? Are you okay with this?”
She twisted her head until they were face to face. Just the two of them, just for this moment. “I don’t know what this is exactly.”
He swallowed hard. “A fantasy.”
Hers? Or his? Maybe both. “Real life tends to be more complicated than fantasy.”
“Quinn’s just gonna watch tonight.” He raised his voice. “That cool with you, man?”
“Are you kidding me?” his friend said. “I’m here to be the dirty eyes you want on you. Or I can close them and just listen. I’m totally flexible like that.”
Serena giggled despite her nerves. “Good to have flexibly pervy friends,” she whispered into Hunter’s neck and he chuckled with her.
“Perv with training wheels for vanilla friends like me.”
“You’re not so vanilla,” she breathed.
He didn’t answer her. Instead he stroked his hand up her thigh.
It felt wrong, and right, and totally electric.
She could feel Quinn’s gaze on her bare legs. Was he watching the flex of Hunter’s arm, too? The bulge of his bicep as he traced the swelling lips of her slit?
The temperature in the limo skyrocketed as Hunter nudged her legs open. He found her wet and wanting, eager for his fingers, and she shamelessly threw her head back as he filled her with two thick fingers.
What could Quinn see now? The bare stretch of her thigh, all the way up to her ass? A flash of Hunter’s arm as he finger-fucked her?
Could Quinn hear how wet she was?
The riot of her thoughts only made the whole experience hotter. Add in Hunter’s tight grip on her waist, the thick slide of his fingers stretching her open, and she was already climbing toward an orgasm.
It was fast and dirty, but they only had a few rides up and down the Strip. Hunter nipped at her ear, his breath hot and hungry against her temple as he curved his fingers and stroked her G-spot. She didn’t have a chance, because he was intent on his mission. His fingers fucking her hard and slow, then faster, his thumb working her clit in the same way, until she cried out, her knee pulling up tight as she came all over his hand.
Her skirt slid dangerously high on her thigh as she curled into Hunter’s chest. No way her ass wasn’t totally hanging out.
He didn’t tug it down again.
She turned her face toward the opening in the roof. The over-the-top lights of the Strip, now with a special Christmas touch, flitted by. More of the same through the windows, those obscured by the tinting.
Hunter stroked her hair. Against her cheek, his heartbeat thumped fast enough that in the fade of her orgasm, worry started to kick in.
Faintly she heard the driver ask where to go to next.
Hunter hesitated.
“The Flamingo first,” he finally said, and his voice sounded strained.
What had they just done?
Chapter Ten
The limo pulled to a stop. Hunter still held her in his lap.
“Night,” Quinn said quietly. She felt him brush past her leg as he climbed out, then it was a painfully quiet five minutes to their hotel, Hunter’s heart pounding against her cheek, his grip tight in a new and different way.
He righted her skirt as the driver came around to open the door for them, then he followed her out, but whatever special moment the night could have been was now over.
He pulled the room key from his pocket and tapped it between his fingers as they waited for the elevator. When the doors swished open, he pressed his hand against the small of her back and ushered her into the car.
When they arrived on their floor, he only made it five feet away from the elevator before slowing to a halt and pressing the room card key into her hand.
“Go on ahead,” he said, his voice just as strained as when he’d given the driver the instructions to drop Quinn off first.
The tension that had been building since her orgasm at his hand, by his bidding snapped inside her. She stopped in her tracks and frowned at him. “Where are you going?”
“Go on to the room, Serena.”
“No.”
He scrubbed his hand against his jaw. “What the hell good is you being a submissive if you don’t do what I fucking say?”
She blinked at him, then threw her hands in the air. “That’s not how it works!”
“I don’t know how it works!”
“Then we need to talk about that!”
“I don’t know if I can.”
Well, that was an unexpected bombshell of a statement. “I don’t get it.” Her frown deepened, she could feel it like two craters between her eyebrows. So confused it physically hurt, damn him.
He paced away from her, ignoring a trio of guests that scurried around them, trying not to pay attention to the lovers quarrel.
“Hunter, come to the room. We’ll talk.”
He glanced back at her over his shoulder. “What the hell are we doing?”
“Besides making a scene?” She shook her head. “I don’t know. Having a fight, I guess.”
“I need a drink. Go to bed, and I’ll be up in a bit.”
She rolled her eyes. “Right, because I’m going to do what you say, just like that. Did it ever occur to you that I might need a drink, too?”
“You’ve had enough tonight.”
Oh no, he did not just— With a growl, she stomped her foot and grabbed his hand. “We’ll have coffee, then.”
The elevator didn’t show up fast enough for her liking, so she jerked him toward the stairs and then took off down the flights, going faster and faster until she was practically running at the bottom. Fuck.
She loved him. He loved her. This was stupid and had
gotten all mixed up, but it was just a fight.
So why did it feel like her heart was going to explode?
“Stop. Beautiful, hold on.” He pulled her back against him, his words echoing around them in the concrete stairwell. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re not usually a bastard, Hunter.” She resisted him as he turned her, but when had she actually been able to say no to him? Her great mistake had been thinking that went both ways. Not that he’d needed to say yes to her drunken three way suggestion. Fuck. It was just a stupid idea, and he’d started it by copping a feel in the first limo ride and being all lip-touchy at the burlesque show, and then the ride back…
“Yeah. I didn’t play fair tonight. I thought—” He cleared his throat. “Well, I was wrong.”
“Were you?” She shook her head. “What part were you wrong about exactly?”
“I’m not going to apologize for being possessive of you.”
“I’d never ask you to. I’d never ask you to share me in a way that threatened how much I am yours.”
“Then we don’t have a problem,” he said gruffly.
“The hell we don’t! I’m going to cut you some slack because you don’t know about the technical terms like aftercare and subspace, but you’re a good person who has always taken care of me after sex, so why would tonight be any different? Am I dirty or tainted or something because you got me off in front of your friend?”
He reared back like she’d slapped him. “Of course not. Me wanting space to think is no reflection on you.”
“Well it sure as hell feels like I’m being punished.”
“Shit. No, no, no, beautiful. You’ve got it all wrong.” He cupped her face, agony writ all over his. “I just need to figure out what’s in my head, that’s all.”
“But if what’s in your head is judgement of me, I need to be able to defend myself!”