Page 26 of Valentine Masquerade
“No, I said he smells sweet,” she replies, rolling her eyes as she swats my shoulder. I grab her hand and intertwine her fingers with mine.
“And how do we feel?”
She clears her throat, cheeks crimson as her lips part, but as she’s about to answer, Harrison steps up behind her, cutting off her words. His hands move to her hips, one hand above mine, so she’s caged between us. Right where she should be.
“You know she can tell us apart? As soon as we swapped places, she knew it was me.”
Harrison smirks. “Did she now?”
“Yep,”
“What’s going on?” she asks as we both encourage her to move between us.
Fuck, it feels good.
“It’s called dancing, little rabbit.”
“I know what it’s called, Hunter, and that’s not what I meant, and you know it?”
Fuck, I love it when she’s being a brat. She holds her tongue around our father, something we hate but understand, so on the rare occasions she sasses us, we secretly love it.
“Just dance with us,” Harrison says, kissing her just below the ear. “We can go somewhere to talk afterwards, okay?”
“Ari, are you alright?” Abigail asks, stepping up beside us. She’s clearly concerned for her best friend, as she should be, but not because of us, not like that.
“Abigail,” I say in greeting.
“Devil’s spawn,” she replies, flicking her eyes between Harrison and me before focusing back on Ari.
I hold back the urge to chuckle, very aware of Ari’s penchant for calling us that, too.
Instead, I look down at Ari, waiting for her to respond.
“Yeah, apparently we’re just dancing.”
This time, I can’t hold back my chuckle as Harrison whispers, “Careful, freckles. When you sass like that, it does all kinds of dirty things to me.”
I love the way she shivers, and fuck yeah, it turns me on too, as evident from my hardening cock. Thankfully, she’s helping hide it, sandwiched between Harrison and me.
“Ari?” Abigail asks again, ignoring Harrison’s comment.
She stares at her for a beat and then nods. “Yeah, I’m good. I’ll find you when I’m ready to go home.”
“You hurt her, and I’ll cut off both your balls,” Abigail says, flicking her light brown hair over her shoulderbefore turningawayand joiningher friendover by the main bar.
We resume dancing, and just for a little while, she lets go, moving between us like she’s always belonged right here. But the bubble soon bursts when some dick bumps into me, causing me to almost knock Ari in the face with my chin.
“What the fuck,” I curse, letting go of Ari and spinning around to grab the guy by the throat and shove him back.
I’m about to swing when Ari reaches for me.
“Hunter, he’s just drunk,” she says, pulling on my shoulder.
I spin back to face her. “Because of him, I could have fucking hurt you,” I seethe.
She shakes her head incredulously, a mocking sound escaping her mouth.
“Are you serious right now? You’ve both treated me like a piece of shit on your shoe, the inconvenient stepsister. Then you both take it in turns to mess with me and now you show up wearing the mask of mymystery man.Yeah, I don’t think so.”
