Page 62 of This for That (The Edge of Retaliation 1)
We do, if I do say so myself. I mean, come on, we’re doing okay in the looks department, and tonight we ramped things up with hair, make-up and tight dresses. It’s not every day we get to go out.
“Thank you.” I smile and Jo’s cheeks get red.
Oh, boy. Tatum gets to her. He really gets to her.
I know how she feels. That’s exactly how I felt when I met Tanner. It was this instant attraction I couldn’t understand, considering he was a complete stranger.
“Come in,” Tatum says. He pushes the door open to his fairly decent-sized home, and we step inside.
Lucky guy.
I look around at the very masculine furniture, most of it black, grey, or red. We walk through the house, which is really tidy considering a guy lives here, and out onto the massive back deck overlooking a pool.
All the other guys are seated around a table, playing card games, drinking beer, and smoking. Hell hot brigade.
I raise a hand and wave when they all stop and look over at us, and my eyes immediately move to Tanner, who is already pushing out of his chair, his eyes hooded and dragging slowly over my body. He reaches me and curls a hand around my hip, hauling me close and murmuring into my ear, “Why the fuck did you come in here in that fuckin’ lovely dress?”
“I was out having fun,” I say, my voice sultry and a little teasing. “A girl has to look good to have fun.”
He growls and presses his lips to my neck, which makes me tremble, then he lets me go and spins me around and says, “You remember all the guys?”
I nod and wave, and they all wave back.
Tanner walks over and Tatum pulls out a chair for Jo and I, placing Jo right next to him. She looks helplessly at me, but sits down, her leg touching his. I know she’s freaking out right about now.
“How was your night out?” Garrett asks, dealing a round of cards to everyone.
“It was awesome fun; we had a great time,” I tell him. “What game are you all playing?”
“Blackjack,” he tells me. “Winner gets to throw a dare at the person of his or her choosing.”
“Sounds fun.” I grin.
Garrett looks up at me, and grins, and oh boy, he must break some hearts, “Oh, it is.”
Tanner squeezes my thigh, and then softly runs his hand up and down it. My pussy clenches. He’s making it very hard to sit next to him and not lose my damn mind. I want to attack him with my mouth and my hands, and anything I can get on his body.
“Okay, ladies, you know the rules of the game?” Luka asks.
I nod. “Yep, I’ve played it before.”
“Same,” Jo agrees.
“Okay then. Let’s start.”
We play a few rounds, I suck big time. Logan and Chad clean up, doing exceptionally well, to the point you’d almost think they were cheating, except they’re absolutely not—they’re just that good. They get to choose who does the dare, and of course they pick Jo and Tatum. With huge grins on their faces, I might add.
“The dare for you two is to do the lift off Dirty Dancing, right here, until you get it right,” Chad says, his eyes flashing with mischief.
“How the fuck do you even know what that is?” Tanner asks.
“I youtubed something funny to do earlier, and decided that was it,” Chad tells him, and then looks back to Tatum. “Off you go, bro. Get her up in the air.”
Jo looks to me, her eyes wide, and I shrug, grinning.
“The rules are the rules,” I tell her. “Good luck, honey.”
“I’m wearing a dress and . . .” Jo begins, but Chad puts a finger up and says, “Rules are rules sweetheart.”
Oh God.
Jo looks to Tatum, who grins at her, a slow, sexy grin that no doubt makes her knees shake, and then he stands and extends a hand. She gets to her feet, looking back at me again, and I laugh as I watch her walk across to the other end of the deck and turn slowly to face a waiting Tatum.
“Wait!” I cry, putting a hand up. “You need the song playing; it’s not the same without the song.”
Jo gives me a look, and Luka gets his phone out and finds the song, starting it. Then, taking a deep breath, Jo kicks off her shoes and runs towards Tatum. He catches her with ease, lifting her into the air rather effortlessly. She goes up, he takes a step back, and then they’re both crashing down to the ground, her landing right on top of him.
Laughter erupts, and Tatum’s big arms wrap around Jo to stop her falling off him and hurting herself. He looks winded, but he doesn’t let her go. She looks down at him, and then bursts out laughing. He follows suit, stilling hanging onto her. Then, they both stop, and the look they give each other would melt the panties off any sane person.
