“I’ve never danced with two men,” she says.
“We’ll take turns,” I say. “There are other things the three of us can do together, but we might end up in a heap on the floor if we try to dance together.”
She laughs softly as I pull her toward the open center of the room. “I wouldn’t mind being in a pile on the floor with the two of you.”
Using some of the moves from the show, I turn circles with her, alternately holding her close and spinning her around. On one of those spins, Darian steps up and takes her from me, smoothly continuing the dance.
“I nearly forgot about this part of your show. This is how you did it on stage,” she says, sounding charmed.
“Are you having a good time?” Darian asks.
“It’s magical,” she says, as he twirls her around and back into my arms. “You’re both such good dancers. Are you professionally trained?”
“We’ve always liked to dance,” I tell her. “And there’s a choreographer at the club, but no, no formal training.”
I bring her up against my chest with a firm hold on her lower back, and she lets out a small laugh.
“What’s funny?”
“I’m remembering when I first saw you at Club Red. You both looked so big, I was wondering if my arms could even reach around you.”
“Do they?”
She tips her head back to look up at me, a beautiful smile on her face. “I never imagined that I’d actually have the opportunity to find out.” Her arms slide around my middle and she leans in closer, her cheek pressing against my chest, her head resting against me, and her position stirs some sort of primal guardian instinct. I want to keep her close like this and protect her from any future unhappiness. She’s obviously been unhappy and neglected by her ex, and I feel the need to make sure she never suffers like that again.
“My fingers just about touch,” she says, laughing.
“See if you can reach around me,” Darian says, and if it were anyone but my brother pulling her out of my arms, I’d be ready for a fight, but I know he’ll take just as good care of her as I will, and her being in his arms is virtually the same as her being in mine.
Though maybe my chest is a few inches bigger than his.
24
Darian
I saw the look in my brother’s eyes and I already knew what he was feeling, but now I’m experiencing it for myself.
Anonymous women wrap themselves around us on a nightly basis when we’re working at the club, but none of that feels like this does.
Maybe we’re ready for something more than we’ve wanted before.
“You’re the same,” Lorraine says, her arms holding me tight. “I don’t know why you thought there’d be a difference.”
I caress her back and inhale the sweet scent of her hair. “My brother thinks he puts in more reps at the gym, but he doesn’t.”
Her laughter vibrates against my chest as I take one of her hands, continuing our dance, spinning her around the room and pulling her close to feel her body against mine.
When I sense that she’s getting tired, I slow to a gentle sway. “Ready for some chocolate?”
“Always.”
We’re near the couch, so I settle her onto it before retrieving the box of truffles. Extracting one, I hold it up to her lips, offering her a bite. Her lips brush against my fingers as she takes half of the candy. As soon as she swallows it, I bend to kiss her, tasting the rich sweetness on her mouth.
“Delicious,” she says, her eyes soft as she looks at me.
I hold the other half of the truffle to her mouth, but instead of letting her take it, I rub its soft center on her bottom lip before immediately kissing it off of her, sucking on her lip to collect it all. She responds with a purr that vibrates down to my cock.
I repeat the action, going slower as I pull her lip into my mouth, sucking on it as she hums with pleasure. Holding out her hand, I smear a little more of the chocolate on the delicate skin of her forearm and lick it off of her as I stare into her eyes.
Meanwhile, my brother comes to kneel in front of her. He rolls up his sleeves before taking one of her feet in his hands and massaging it.
Lorraine’s head drops back as she moans. “Is this even real?”
They’re such simple actions. Pleasing a woman doesn’t need to be complicated. It takes so little to make her feel good; there’s no excuse for someone who took a vow to her not to care for her this way.
When she looks at me, I feed her the remaining bit of chocolate. “Want another one?”
She shakes her head. “It was very rich.”