Colters' Woman (Colters' Legacy #1)(42)

Holly walked to the entrance, her arms snug around the waists of Ryan and Ethan. This was her first true outing with the three of them, and she felt self-conscious, but at the same time, devilishly happy. What woman wouldn’t be green with envy? She had three of the most drop-dead gorgeous guys in the entire state of Colorado all to herself.

Adam gave their name to the woman manning the front, and within seconds, she was shepherding them to a table in the far corner of the room.

Ryan held out her seat for her, and Holly sat down next to Adam. The waitress came by and they rattled off their drink orders while they started looking over the menu.

Adam curled a hand around Holly’s neck and massaged gently. She loved his touch. Loved that he touched her so often. They all did. It comforted her in ways words never could.

She leaned back in her chair and absorbed the surroundings. In the middle of the room, a zydeco band cranked out upbeat Cajun songs. Smiling couples navigated the tiny dance floor in various stages of the two-step.

“Wanna dance?” Ryan asked with a slow, sexy drawl.

She arched an eyebrow in surprise. “You dance?”

He gave her a wounded look. “My mama taught me to dance just fine.”

Holly laughed and scooted her chair back. “By all means, let’s dance. I can’t two-step, but if your mama taught you, you can teach me.”

Ryan led her onto the floor, his hands curving possessively around her hips. His fingers splayed out over the curve of her ass and tucked into her back pockets. He pulled her close to him, until she fit perfectly in his groin.

“Aren’t we too close for the two-step?” she murmured.

“Who cares,” he growled into her ear. “I like you just where you’re at.”

She felt his c**k swell against her belly, and a thrill shot through her system. Her knees went weak with wanting. She trembled against him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

He nuzzled his face into her hair and blew gently over her ear.

“You are evil,” she whispered. “Don’t think I won’t get you back.”

“I live in hope.”

She laughed.

Feeling bold, she slid one hand between their bodies, wiggled her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and down to his hard cock.

“Jesus, woman.”

He mashed their bodies closer together, and she laughed again.

“Afraid someone will see?”

His response was to fuse his lips hotly to hers. She was robbed of air as Ryan feasted hungrily on her mouth. When he pulled away, his eyes glittered with desire, molten lava about to explode.

“That answer your question?”

A tug at her waist prevented her reply. She turned to see Adam cutting in, a cocky expression on his face.

“You’re hogging her, little brother.”

“Later, babe,” Ryan said, promise etched in his eyes.

Adam tugged her into his arms, a wicked grin on his face. “You two trying to make it on a public dance floor?”

She blinked innocently at him.

“Oh, I saw your hands down his pants, baby.”

“Jealous?”

He grinned. “Hell yeah. Only I don’t want your hands there. I want those sweet lips wrapped around my dick.”

Her body jolted at his explicit words. Her ni**les hardened to the point of aching. He smiled a slow, satisfied smile. “Are we turning you on, baby?”

“Is this a plan y’all have hatched?” she demanded. “Try to make me as horny as possible in the middle of a restaurant?”

“Is it working?”

“Hell yes,” she muttered.

He chuckled and nipped playfully at her ear with his teeth. “Good.”

Another tug at her waist, and she moaned in protest. “This isn’t fair and you both know it,” she complained.

“Are you wet?” Ethan whispered as he took her into his arms. “Are you imagining the three of us licking, sucking, biting, f**king…?”

She groaned low in her throat. “Oh my God, you have to stop,” she said weakly. “Can’t we skip dinner?”

He laughed, low and husky. “Oh no, doll. We have all night.”

She closed her eyes and thunked her head against his chest. “I’m so going to make you all pay for this. I’m gonna give prick tease a whole new definition.”

He threw back his head and laughed. “Somehow I think I’ll enjoy whatever punishment you come up with.”

He picked his head up and looked over her shoulder. “Food’s here.”

She looked over to where Adam was motioning to them.

She walked back over and wilted into her chair. She shot them all dirty looks and ignored their innocent grins.

“Ohh, this smells heavenly,” she said as she sniffed the delicious aromas floating over the table.

“Try mine,” Ryan offered, holding a fork out to her.

She examined his offering. “What is it?”

“Bacon wrapped shrimp in butter sauce.”

“Mmmmm.” She opened her mouth and he gently tucked it between her lips.

“Such a sweet mouth,” he murmured.

He extended his finger and wiped a small bit of butter from her lip then slid his finger into her mouth. She sucked at his finger, swirling her tongue around the tip.