She circled him, and James followed her, catching her hand, and tugging her back. He never danced, and yet Cora had pulled him into the song, warning him about leaving.
Pulling her toward him, they were a breath away, and the song ended. James slammed his lips down on hers, claiming the kiss he’d been dying to do for so long.
The brothers erupted, whistling, and whooping at the kiss.
“I don’t dance,” he said, pulling away.
“I do, and if you want to get with me, baby, you better learn to kiss me back.” She stroked his cheek, and pulled away. “There’s going to be a lot of firsts between us.” Cora gave him a wink, then walked away.
“You’re fucked,” Pixie said.
“Jealous?” James asked.
“Fuck, yeah, I’m jealous. You’ve got an amazing woman right there, and I let her slip through my fingers.”
James couldn’t argue with his brother there. After they cleared away the mess they fired up the barbeque, grilling up some burgers and steaks. There wasn’t enough, so Cora and Ryan left to get some more from the store. They were back in twenty minutes, and in the short time of being around the club, Ryan looked happier.
Nodding him over toward him, James handed him a burger. “How are you feeling now?”
“I’m doing good. I missed this. I didn’t think I was ever going to get this again.”
“The brothers never left you, Ryan. We’re not like that. We just got busy. I promise, it’s not going to be like that anymore.”
“I believe you.” Ryan looked over to the women. James followed his gaze to find Cora and Stacey having handstand competitions. Cora’s shirt had rolled up her body, but she was wearing a sports bra. They were all dressed in gardening clothes.
“Get your mind out of the gutter,” James said, tapping the back of his head lightly.
“She’s hot.”
“And she’s older.”
“Cougar.”
James snorted. Cora was all his, and when he shared her, it was only going to be for a chance to blow her mind, no other reason. He wasn’t going to spring sharing her with another member yet. She was adventurous, and he wanted to put his stamp on her.
Every time he thought about Cora, he couldn’t stop thinking of her as his.
Mine.
Pixie had shown too much jealousy, so he wasn’t going to share her with his brother. One day he’d broach the subject with her, but not yet. He didn’t want to risk losing what they had with each other.
James loved sharing, getting the opportunity to watch his woman come apart by the touch of another man. It
wasn’t for everyone, but it was for him.
“I won, Stace, in your face,” Cora said, hugging her friend close.
“I demand a rematch.”
While they were waiting for the next wave of food, Cora challenged Stacey, Lucy, Teri, and Kitty Cat to see who could stay up the longest.
“Come on, James, show her how it’s done,” Pixie said.
Cora was becoming loved by the club. They had all come up to him to say how much they adored her.
“You can do handstands, big boy?” she asked.
“I don’t know how long for.” He went for modesty. Growing up, James had watched a bunch of girls do it at the foster home where he was staying. When he found himself thinking too much about life, he started to do it. He used to rest against a wall, staying on his hands for minutes at a time. That was years ago. “This is childish.”