The Sextet Presents… Turn Another Paige [A Toy Story] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (5 page)

“Dinner was wonderful. I thought maybe… Do you and Jude want to go to Distraction?”

“Distraction? You mean the club?”

“Yeah. Tonight, I want to forget everything. I want to dance and do shots and have a helluva good time with you two.” Drawing on courage she hadn’t known she had, she ran her tongue around the shell of Mike’s ear.

He shuddered and put his hands on her waist to hold her away from him. “Paige? What the hell?”

Since his voice was full of curiosity rather than disgust, she took it as a good sign. “I want to go dancing with you two. And not like this. I want to really dance—to get a little crazy. At Distraction we can all dance together. C’mon, Mike. It’ll be fun.”

He grasped her hand and dragged her back to the table.

Jude threw them a quizzical stare. “The song’s not over yet. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she replied. “I just want to go someplace where we can get freaky.”

“She wants to go to Distraction,” Mike added.

The men exchanged a look that Paige couldn’t quite read. Hopeful? Curious? Excited?

She didn’t care. “Let’s go.”

Distraction wasn’t the type of place where Mike felt comfortable. He was used to the more family-oriented Glad You’re Here. Even the bar in his restaurant was full of guys watching sports or women out for a night with friends—as far away from the crowd of people at Distraction as he’d ever seen.

The music thrummed through the joint at a near-deafening volume, and the lighting was subdued. The place wasn’t much more than a stage with an enormous dance floor. A bar lined one wall, but there weren’t any stools. Patrons just grabbed drinks and either crowded around the handful of tall tables or went right back to dancing.

Dancing?

Hardly
.

More like fornicating on the floor. The couples rubbed up against each other as though simulating sex. Butt against groin. Legs around hips. Full frontal contact. Mike wondered exactly what Paige was thinking by dragging him and Jude here.

She’d already pulled Jude into the crowd, and he jumped right in and started dirty dancing with her. Sweet little Paige wasn’t quite as sweet as Mike had assumed. She had her back to Jude, backing the tight little ass up against his cock as she gyrated her hips. Bending forward, she shook her shoulders, making her breasts sway before she straightened to full height. Then she reached around to run her hands down the outside of Jude’s thighs.

Mike’s dick stood at attention. Watching Paige with Jude was better than porn. The music throbbed in his head as he imagined them together, but their clothes were gone. Paige was on all fours while Jude knelt behind her. He’d slide his hands over her hips, lining his cock up against her pussy, rubbing it between her folds before thrusting deep inside her.

Damn if a burst of pre-cum didn’t spurt out at that image.

Watching wasn’t enough. He needed to get his hands on her.

Mike strode out onto the dance floor.

Paige faced him, giving him a seductive smile as she worked her way back down to a crouch, running her hands up her sides and then grabbing the front pockets of his pants. Slowly rising, she pressed her breasts against his legs, his groin, and finally his chest.

Mike groaned as he thought about how her silky skin would feel if she performed the same move naked.

Jude stepped up behind her, sandwiching her between them. Every time he’d press his groin against her ass, he’d push her front against Mike’s erection.

Paige opened her stance, and Mike took quick advantage, slipping his leg between hers until she could rub her core against him. She rode his thigh. Threading her arms around his neck, she moved closer. Her breasts flattened against his chest.

With his leg, Mike raised her until her face was directly in front of his. Her brown eyes searched his as her lips parted. It was all the invitation he needed. He settled his mouth on hers.

This was the fantasy he’d held for almost as long as he’d known her, and he feared for a moment that the dream had been better than the reality. She kept her lips firm and closed, pulling back for a moment with the question plain in her expression.

He wasn’t sure how to answer her because he wasn’t sure what she was asking with that gaze. Was she questioning his attraction? How could she possibly not know how beautiful and sexy she was? Or did her curious stare mean she wasn’t sure what she wanted to do next?

Before he could even begin to think of a way to answer her, Paige’s lips curved into a sly smile. Then she parted her lips and pressed them to his.

Mike’s heart started slamming in his chest, and before he could take over, she drove her tongue into his mouth. He growled, cupped her neck, and gave in to the passion she inspired.

Their tongues dueled. She’d thrust, he’d parry. She’d retreat, he’d follow. Caress after caress until he could barely draw a breath.

The reality was a
hell
of a lot better than the fantasy.

Jude wasn’t sure if he was interrupting, but he honestly didn’t give a shit. Seeing Paige all but attack Mike had him so horny he was close to dragging the two of them to the car and finding a dark place to park like frantic teenagers on a weekend date.

Paige had started this by dancing with him as though she wanted to fuck him right on the dance floor. While he might have participated in a few drunken wedding dances that turned naughty, he’d never once thought about following through on the sensual promise. Now, it was
all
he could think about.

She couldn’t know what she’d been doing to him. Hell, everyone at Distraction was dancing like they were in the club for drunken foreplay. She had to just be following suit.

But Paige wasn’t even close to drunk. All she’d had was a couple of glasses of white wine.

So why had she rubbed her sweet derriere against his cock and kissed Mike as though she wanted to toss him on the nearest bed and fuck his brains out?

Could the persona of innocent little Paige have been hiding a skillful seductress?

Seeing her and Mike going at each other like people starved for sex, Jude lost his own self-control. He stepped forward, put his hands on her hips, and ground his swollen dick against her ass. He nuzzled her neck, loving the scent of her perfume.

Mike finally broke the kiss, letting Paige slip down his thigh. Jude moved like lightning, turning her and tugging her into his arms. Then he started rocking his hips, holding her pressed hard against his cock by putting his palms against her backside.

There weren’t any words, just the beat of the music and the feel of her so close he could almost taste her.

This was what he and Mike wanted, so it wasn’t surprising when Mike was suddenly there too, hands on her shoulders. Jude moved his hands to Paige’s waist, letting Mike hold her between them.

Her gaze kept shifting as if she couldn’t decide whom to focus on. Jude gave her some guidance, nudging her back to him before kissing her the way he’d imagined. After only a few seconds, she looped her arms around his neck and plunged her tongue into his mouth.

Grasping her tongue between his teeth, he tugged. Her feminine growl made his cock twitch. If he didn’t get her home soon, he’d end up creaming his pants like a damned kid.

Pulling back, Jude smiled down at her. Her mouth was rosy and swollen from their kisses, and her eyes were glazed with what he hoped was desire.

“Let’s go home, Paige.”

“Home? You’re not having fun?”

“Not the kind of fun I want to have.” He glanced over her shoulder at Mike, who gave him a curt nod. “We want you, baby. Mike and I want to take you home and…finish what we’ve started.”

“And what exactly have you two started?” she asked.

Perhaps he’d misjudged her and she was every bit as innocent as he’d originally believed. About to apologize for assuming she wanted to go to bed with them, he gasped when her palm rubbed his dick.

“Seems to me,” Paige said, licking her lips, “
I
started this. Fuck yeah, I want to go home.”

Mike groaned and closed his eyes while she smiled. No wonder, her other hand was caressing the erection straining his zipper.

“Well, guys? We going home?”

“Oh, hell yes.” Jude picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder as Mike followed.

* * * *

Paige waited in the middle of the living room while Mike locked the door. Jude stood only an arm’s length away, but he was suddenly acting skittish. Mike moved to stand at his side, avoiding eye contact.

The ride home must have sobered the guys, and awkwardness had settled over all three of them. She needed something to break the ice, or they’d never find the guts to follow through with what their bodies had promised her back at Distraction.

If
that’s what they wanted.

Now, she wasn’t quite so sure.

Yes, they’d responded to her, but she’d always heard a cock could get hard in a stiff breeze. Just because rubbing up against them got them both erect didn’t mean they’d stopped loving each other and decided to include her in their relationship.

Maybe if we all drink a little more…

There was booze in the kitchen, although she didn’t want to have to get them drunk to have them make love to her. She needed them to
want
her. And right now, they acted like they’d rather have root canals without anesthetic.

“You’re chickening out, aren’t you?” she asked.

Jude rubbed his hand over the back of his neck. “Paige…this might be a—a—”

“Mistake,” she blurted out. “Say it. You think being with me is a mistake. You’re gay. You don’t want me. You were just dancing with me to make me happy.” She smacked her forehead with the heel of her hand. “Christ, I’m a fucking idiot. I thought—no, I
hoped
—you two might think of me as something more than a roommate. You’re in love with each other. All you wanted from me was a damned dance.” She wanted to find a hole, crawl inside, and cover herself with dirt.

She’d been wrong—cataclysmically wrong. She’d judged everything through the eyes of someone infatuated with men she couldn’t have.

Story of my life…

Mike’s incredulous stare unnerved her even more. “That’s what you think?” he asked. “That we were just dancing?”

She shrugged when what she wanted to do was weep. “I’m going to bed.”

The time had come to leave. Minneapolis. Indianapolis. Timbuk-fucking-tu. Didn’t matter. After making a colossal ass of herself, she’d never be able to see them without thinking about her humiliation.

Everything had been going so well. At least she’d
thought
it had. Mike and Jude had gotten her so hot and bothered on the dance floor she was sure they wanted to fuck her. And the kisses—those toe-curling, pussy-dampening kisses. How could she have been misreading their intentions?

But she had.

Head hung in shame, Paige hurried down the hall. She could throw a few things in a bag and go to Rachel’s so she wouldn’t have to deal with—

A hand on her upper arms whirled her around, and both guys glared down at her.

Yep
. She’d pissed them off something royal.

“Look, I’m sorry,” she said. “Okay? I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking. I mean…you’re a happy couple—a happy
gay
couple. Trying to seduce you was one of the stupidest—”

Jude interrupted her. “I
knew
it! I knew I couldn’t be wrong.” He smiled at Mike. “You were right. This was the right time.”

“After the way she kissed us, how could you doubt otherwise?” Mike asked.

They might as well have been talking in a foreign language.

“Paige…” Mike took her hand and kissed the back of her knuckles. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

Her heart started pounding a furious rhythm. “What are you talking about?”

Jude wrapped his hand around her free hand. “You were trying to seduce us?”

She knit her brows, wondering why they’d suddenly gone from angry to soft and inviting.

“Don’t deny it,” he said. “You already told us you were.”

“So you want to rub it in?” she asked, trying to pull her hands back.

They wouldn’t allow it.

Everything about the way they acted told her she hadn’t been wrong after all, but Paige wasn’t sure she could trust her own judgment now.

“We’re not rubbing it in,” Mike said. He smiled at Jude. “I think we both just needed to hear it again. Damn, Paige. You made things so much easier than we thought they’d be.”

“A helluva lot easier,” Jude added.

“Then you’re not mad?”

With his typical blunt approach to a problem, Mike led her hand to his groin and splayed her fingers over the bump his erection made in the front of his pants. “Does that feel mad to you?”

Jude mimicked the action, putting her palm against his cock, which was every bit as hard as Mike’s. “And we’re both bisexual.”