Page 80 of Brutal Reign
She takes a swig of whiskey, licking her lips as she lowers the bottle to rest on a knee. “I’ll consider it,” she quips, returning my smirk.
Checkmate.
Seb takes a step in her direction, scooping his hands under her arms and pulling her up from the chair.
“Hey!” she objects as she’s forced to her feet.
“You’re in my seat,” he grumbles, moving her aside and dropping down into the chair.
She rolls her eyes, looking down her nose at him. “Wow, and they say chivalry’s dead.”
He lunges forward, a startled squeal leaving River’s lips as he grabs her by the hips and yanks her down onto his lap. “And now you’re inyourseat,” he growls, banding an arm around her waist and pulling her back against his chest. “Nice shirt, by the way.”
“I thought you might like it,” she snickers, squirming beneath his possessive grip.
He leans in, nipping her earlobe with his teeth. “So you’re admitting that you wore that just to fuck with me?”
“No, I wore it ‘cause I like it,” she declares, turning her head to meet his eyes. “The fact that it fucks with you is just an added bonus.”
“Mmm, changed my mind, I want it back,” Seb huffs, pushing the fabric up her waist as if he’s going to strip it off her here and now. An amused chuckle rumbles in my chest as I watch their struggle, Riv grabbing for Seb’s hands and digging her fingernails into his skin.
“Seb!” she grits out. “People can see!”
“Can they, though?” he drawls, sliding me a smirk as he brings his lips to the shell of her ear. “If you can’t see them, they can’t see you.”
River blinks in confusion, lifting her chin to try to glimpse the dance floor over the DJ table. It’s tall, though, and on their chair at the back of the booth, they’re pretty much concealed from sight. The most people dancing can see is the top of Seb’s head.
“He’s right,” I agree, taking a step backwards and lowering down to rest on my stool. I can still view the crowd from this position, but I’m a lot more interested in what’s happening inside the booth right now. “You wanna give us a private show, babygirl?”
Her cheeks flush, pupils blowing wide.She seems to like the idea almost as much as I do.
River peels Seb’s arm away from her abdomen, pushing up to her feet and stepping toward me. She thrusts the whiskey bottle in my direction, and I reach out to take it from her, sparks igniting between our skin as our fingers brush. “Play something I’ll actually wanna dance to,” she orders.
I chuckle to myself as I swivel to set the bottle down on the table.Challenge accepted.
Pulling my headphones back over my ears, I quickly select a new song, fading into it and queueing up another for good measure. The low, sultry beat starts to pulse through the speakers as I slide my headphones back down to dangle around my neck, reaching for the whiskey as I swing back around.
River struts back over to Seb, her hips swaying along to the beat of the song with each step. Moving between his spread knees, she kicks her legs over each of his, looping her arms around his neck and lowering herself down to straddle his lap.
Goddamn. He’d better wipe that shit-eating grin off his face before he ruins this for both of us.
His hands grip her bare thighs as River arches her back, rolling her body against his to the rhythm pulsing through the speakers. All I can do is stare in awe as she works him over, tempting the devil with every grind of her hips. She climbs off him to turn around, bracing herself on his thighs and rubbing her ass against his crotch. Seb’s eyes are firmly locked on her pert ass, but River’s are onme.
This little minx has no idea what she’s in for.
Seb slides a hand up underneath her shirt and she arches into his touch, a little gasp escaping her lips as he starts palming her tits. She hisses in a breath through her teeth, and even beneath her shirt, I can picture the way he’s pinching her perfect nipples, remembering how they felt beneath my own fingers in the shower last night. I shift my hand to my lap, squeezing my painfully hard cock through the denim as I watch my best friend tease our girl.
With one hand still tucked up under her shirt, he slides the other down her toned stomach, deftly unbuttoning her shorts and slipping it inside. Riv’s head falls back against his shoulder, her expression twisting as his fingers find her center.
“You wanna let Ace see?” Seb growls in her ear, his gaze flickering over to me.
She pinches her lower lip between her teeth, holding my eye contact as she nods.
A grin curves Seb’s lips. “Hey Ace? Do me a solid and help her get these shorts off.”
It’s embarrassing how quickly I shoot up off my stool and close the distance between us. Dropping to a knee, I look up at River’s face, searching her eyes for consent. She gives me a little nod.
Sucking in a steadying breath, I reach out for her, fighting against the tremble in my hands as they land on her bare calves. I feel a shiver run through her as I gently trail my fingertips upthe length of her legs, gaze dropping to watch my digits glide against her smooth skin. The bruises on her thighs are gone. I haven’t forgotten about them, but my sole focus right now is stripping her shorts off so I can see what’s mine.Ours.I suppose this is for Seb’s benefit too, but I don’t really give a shit which one of us touches her, so long as I get to watch her come undone.