Picking Up the Pieces (Pieces, #2)(55)

As she moved deliciously to the beat of the music, she ran her hands through her long copper hair, revealing the soft skin on her neck that was glistening with a hint of sweat. My tongue swept across my lips as I imagined sucking her salty flesh. With her eyes closed, she used my body as a pole, sliding up, and then back down again until her face was in line with my crotch. Fuck, this girl knows how to move.

With one sharp movement, I spun her around so the crack of her ass in that tight burgundy dress pressed perfectly against my cock. My hands moved to her stomach, rubbing along the smooth fabric until they made their way down to her thighs and back up again, where they came to rest on the side of her round ass. She reached around to tangle her fingers in my sweaty hair, and with every gyration, I could feel myself hardening steadily. I got lost in the feeling of the alcohol, the vibration of the music, and this chick’s body grinding against mine.

And just when I thought I couldn’t have been more right about the whole “coming in my pants” prediction, I felt another set of hands massaging their way up my back. Oh, f*ck yes! I reached behind me to feel the mysterious body, and I liked what I felt: her toned thighs, the soft curves of her hips. She put her own hand on mine as my fingers teased the hem of her short dress, and I thought I felt her moan against my back at the touch.

In the moment, I was oblivious to the people around me as I pushed on the woman’s neck in front of me to bend her over. I rolled my hips against her ass to create the perfect amount of friction I craved. I would have been content to do this all night: rub myself against one girl while another rubbed herself against me.

It wasn’t until Yasmine's horrified gaze locked on mine from across the room that I remembered that I was at a wedding and not in the back room at a strip club. Of course, I would have preferred the latter. But there was no mistaking the judgment in her stare, and I couldn’t deny she’d had a right to judge. I was basically having a public threesome during the most magical day of this woman’s life, and I hadn’t even thought twice about my behavior until then.

I spun Burgundy Dress to face me and pulled her in close as I turned slightly so I could see the girl who had been behind me too. Thank f*ck. She was just as hot as the other one. “You ladies wanna take this somewhere else?” I asked over the music, though it was more of a demand than a request. I was so f*cking hard, I thought I might explode. And I was pretty sure I could get one of these chicks to at least give me a hand job in the bathroom. But convincing both of them to have a little fun would be ringing in the new year with quite a bang, so to speak. The last time I’d had a three-way was the night I’d gotten drafted to the NHL. God, chicks’ll do anything for professional athletes.

But it occurred to me that I wasn’t one anymore. So, when the two agreed to my proposition, I couldn’t contain my excitement. With an arm around each of their waists, I led us past my table, where I picked up my jacket and said goodbye to Brian, who could barely hold his head up enough to lick cake off his plate like a puppy. “Don’t wait up, sweetheart,” I winked as I slapped him hard on the back and then strutted past him out the ballroom doors.

I walked us briskly down a hall to our right that looked like it might have some discreet locations available. I pulled on a few door handles, but was disappointed to find them all locked. Briefly, I thought about getting us a room, but I wasn’t sure if these girls were worth $400 a night. I silently cursed Gary for not picking a seedier neighborhood to get married in.

After trying every possible door with an urgency normally reserved for people attempting to hide from a serial killer, I finally came across an unlocked room, opened the door for the girls, and urged them inside with a playful slap on each of their asses. Closing the door behind me, I let my back rest against it and pulled both girls toward me. My mouth found one of theirs, our tongues mingling in the darkness, while the other one bit my bicep through my shirt and fumbled with my belt. I searched clumsily for a light switch. With the door shut, I couldn’t see a thing, and I definitely wanted to witness whatever would be happening here.

At last I found the switch and flicked it on, revealing the mystery room we’d been in. The f*cking bridal suite. Clothes were strewn across the couch to our right, and makeup and hair supplies cluttered the mirrored dresser to our left. “Why don’t you girls get on the couch,” I said. "I’ll be right over.”

Giggling, they pushed some of the clothing aside and sat side-by-side on the sofa. “I’m Hallie,” the one in the burgundy dress said. “And this is Beth,” she said, gesturing to the blonde beside her who had already started caressing Hallie’s thigh.

I turned on a lamp on a nearby table and switched off the overhead lighting to dim the room. The music from the reception could be heard coming through a speaker on the wall.

Thanks to Hallie, I think, my belt was already unbuckled. So I pulled it off and let it drop to my feet. “This isn’t the first time you’ve done this, is it?” I asked. These two were way too comfortable with one another for it to have been their first time kissing each other.

Already nibbling on each other’s ears and neck, they let their tongues tangle outside their mouths for my viewing pleasure. And it made me as hard as I’d been in recent memory. I didn’t know how I wanted to relieve the pressure I felt building inside me. My eyes went to their mouths and soft lips, the insides of their thighs as their dresses crept even higher up their legs. God, do I love having options.