Abbie frowns. “Maybe.”
“I wouldn’t,” Bridget smirks.
We get to the top of the stairs and Nicholas’s dark eyes find me, he smiles warmly and immediately walks over to us. “Natasha, my dear, thank you for coming.” He kisses my cheek, oh dear he really is quite…
“Hello.” I smile nervously and am suddenly painfully aware that I look like something from the Rocky Horror Picture show. “These are my two friends, Bridget and Abbie.” I hold my hand up to them awkwardly.
He smiles and shakes their hands, and the girls exchange looks.
“Are the boys here yet?” I ask.
He smiles. “Not yet.” He gives me a wink and then moves on to greet the next person in the line behind us.
‘He’s divine,” Bridget murmurs in amazement.
“I know,” I reply as we enter the opulent ballroom. Our eyes immediately look around the space.
“I could turn him,” Abbie smiles.
“Wow,” Bridget whispers as she rolls her eyes at Abbie. “Yeah into a pumpkin.” She giggles.
“Jeez, this is an extravagant affair,” I murmur as I look around.
“But do they make a good margarita?” Abbie whispers.
Bridget smiles. “I will get us some, back in a minute.”
The decorations have a distinct disco feel. There are mirrored balls and coloured lights circling around the room. The crowd is eclectic and it seems funny with everyone dressed in a uniform, like weird. Bridget finally returns from the bar with a round of margaritas when I see it. The four hottest men in history entering the room. It’s as if the room stands still in awe. I know I am. Ben, Cam and Adrian are in front and then, at the back, always at the back, is Joshua. Dear God, it’s every Magic Mike fantasy that I ever had. They are wearing the same outfits. White tight singlet, green army cargo pants, green army cap and dog chains.
“Shit,” Abbie purrs.
I smile deviously. “I know, right?” I whisper.
“Army,” Bridget whispers.
“And you know what that stands for?” Abbie murmurs as her eyes scan up and down the four gorgeous men.
I take a sip of my drink and smile. “Code for fuck me,” I whisper as my mind gives me a visual of being taken by that god.
“If you don’t tap Ben tonight, you’re an idiot,” Abbie says to Bridget as her eyes follow them.
“Hmm, maybe?” Bridget whispers.
My eyes scan up and down Joshua’s muscular body as he walks effortlessly through the crowd across the room. I can see every muscle in his arms and shoulders through the shirt that leaves nothing to the imagination, his dark skin and ripped muscles are screaming at me … to every woman who is present. His dark hair and chiselled jaw line only accentuate his large red lips. My god he’s beautiful, how is it possible that one human being can be so virile…. so blatantly sexual. His eyes search the room until they meet mine and he stops dead and smirks sexily at me as his eyes drop hungrily down my body. I feel the burn from his gaze as his eyes go back up to my face. He ticks his jaw and cracks his neck hard. There it is … the jackpot … more valuable than winning the lottery to any female with a pulse. My heart rate picks up speed in anticipation. He walks through the crowd on a mission and he grabs me roughly around the waist and jerks me toward him. Oh shit.
“If you have any intention of walking for two days, precious girl, I suggest you go home and change,” he whispers huskily.
I bite my lip to hide my smile, bingo.
His dilated eyes drop to my lips and I lick them slowly as anticipation runs through me. He jerks me to him again, he’s just so … ridiculously hot.
I feel myself weaken to his strength and a burst of arousal breaks the dam.
“Well?” he snaps.
I run my hand slowly down his face and kiss him slowly as my tongue rims his lips.
“I’ll forgo walking for a week if you give me what I want,” I whisper.
He cracks his neck hard again and kisses me roughly, all suction, all domination.
“Natasha, I mean it, when you look like that I can’t be held responsible for how rough I take you. You are playing with fire and are going to fucking cop it.”
Mmm, that’s sounds good. I smile sexily as I run my fingertip up the back of his neck.
“I hope so, Mr Stanton, you can’t have a party if you don’t send out an invitation,” I whisper into his ear as I lick it.
He bends and kisses me as he grabs the back of my hair and I feel his hardness pressing onto me. Oh shit, I could orgasm right here, doing just this. His tongue ploughs through my mouth and previews me a glimpse of what I am going to get tonight and, quite frankly, I don’t care if I can’t walk for a month. I need this … so damn hard.
“We are going home very soon,” he snaps and pulls out of my grip and walks to the bar.
I stumble back and turn and as I pull out of my arousal fog I see Cameron, Adrian, Abbie and Bridget’s eyes firmly on me. Oh shit, I forgot they were here listening.
“Oh my god, can we come home and watch you guys have sex?” Abbie giggles into her drink. “He should be put in a cage.”
I bite my bottom lip to stifle my smile. “You got that right,” I answer as I look around nervously. How does he make me forget where I am like that?
“Adrian, did you see Nicholas in that naval uniform?” I grab his arm.
“I know,” he smirks.
“He’s a damn fine specimen,” Bridget tutts.
“He is, isn’t he?” I answer.
Joshua returns from the bar with Ben and our eyes meet across the group. Once again his eyes drop down my body and he cracks his neck as he takes a sip of his beer from the bottle. The group continues to talk around us but I am lost, lost to the need of the man across the circle from me. I can feel it from here. He can’t even act unaroused as I can see the large erection in his pants. He really should be in a cage … because he’s the one who’s going to fucking cop it … and he’s not walking tomorrow either. We both stand staring at each other as we drink our drinks in silence. I have never been more aroused in public. I walk over and run my hand down his face as I kiss him gently.
“Let’s dance,” I whisper.
He swallows as his eyes drop to my cleavage. “I need to be alone with you,” he growls.
My breath catches. “Me too baby, patience.” I smile as I run my hand over his chest and lean into him.
“Fuck Tash, we need to go home now. I need you,” he whispers as he closes his eyes as if in pain.
“Sshh, patience big boy. You can have whatever you want when we get home.”
His eyes widen and he holds his head on the side in question. “Anything I want?” he repeats in a whisper.
I bite my lip to stifle my smile as my eyes drop to his perfect body and I nod. “Anything you want,” I whisper again. The words he first teased me with about his need in a wife come back to me and I raise an eyebrow in a teasing gesture.
He swallows the lump in his throat and cracks his neck hard as he pulls me into him by my behind. “Be careful what you wish for, precious, I don’t have it in me to be gentle tonight.” I feel my heart flutter as I bring my hand to the back of his head as he buries it into my shoulder. He once again rubs his engorged length into me as he growls into my neck.
“Will you two fucking cool it. We are at a charity ball for Christ’s sake,” Cameron snaps as he looks around, embarrassed.
Joshua and I jump back from each other as we realide what we must look like. Jeez, what the hell am I doing?
“Fuck off,” Joshua snaps to Cameron as his eyes flick around in annoyance. “I will do what I like.”