Chapter 24

Theo

B ack when we were in school, Winnie loved dancing. And I mean, loved dancing. Put on a song with a good beat and her body would begin moving, hips gyrating, sweet glorious God. It was hard not to stare. Hard not to crave her when I was as horny as a teen boy can be, and she filled out her clothes like no other.

And the way she could sway those beloved breasts of hers back and forth like a hypnotist’s watch…

So I’ve never been more excited about anything than I am about our date tonight. And nervous. See, since Winnie agreed to give us a chance, I’ve been going over how to wow her most, how to woo her best. I want my angel to choose me so damn much I ache. And every time I think about what she might want to do most, I see her shaking her hips on the dance floor, head thrown back, smile wide. She was born to twirl in the center of that dance floor, under the spotlight .

Not to mention, dancing is the perfect way to get my hands on her at the start of the night and never let go.

Leo found this club in the city, Rebel, and we booked the three of us a private room. Keeping dates low-key, when the whole damn world knows your face, isn’t easy. But what’s a night out dancing with your twin and best friend? Just a night of innocent fun, as far as everyone there will be concerned. It’ll be loud, dark, and easy to be anonymous in the crowd. But if we get stared at too hard on the dance floor, we can move to the private room and hang out, just the three of us.

I’m outside cutting and measuring plywood when Winnie sidles up, looking like a whole-ass snack. Except for when we catch glimpses of her in those heaven-sent pjs, I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen those shapely bare legs. But her typical job-site overalls are now cut off shorts instead of full-length pants, and damnnnnnn.

Can I drop what I’m doing and pull her across the street and into the pool house for a few minutes of privacy? Is that allowed?

“Hey, Theo,” she says. Is it the sun getting to me or does she say my name differently now? Like she’s tasting something delicious.

“What’s up, Angel?” I ask, flipping the lock switch on my jigsaw before setting it down to give her my full attention. “You’re looking extra beautiful this morning. And no, I’m not telling you anything about my secret project.”

We all agreed we’d do one really big thing for the house that she won’t know about ‘til the very end. Yeah, she said this isn’t going to ever be her dream house and that’s fine. She wants it to be our brainchild and have our fingerprints all over it, and that’s fine, too. But we’re not Us without Win, so we’re each putting a feature she’d love into the house, too.

Not to mention, since she’s going to be giving it away, whoever wins it will want pieces of the wonderful Winnie Wainwright in it.

Her cheeks are pink as she grins at me. “Oh, I don’t want to talk about the reno. I wanted to talk about tonight.”

I pull off my safety goggles and cock an eyebrow. “You’re not canceling on us, are you?”

Now it’s her eyebrow that goes up. “Us?”

Well, fuck a duck. Guess I’m shit at keeping surprises.

“Weeeeelll, Leo and I thought we’d keep the whole sharing-to-get-double-time thing with you going,” I say. “If it’s okay with you, that is.”

“Ohhhh,” she says and my Angel has a devilish gleam in her bright blues.

I feel a smirk tugging at my lips. “That okay with you, then?”

She breathes in deeply and my eyes are drawn to the rise and fall of her breasts. I feel tugging elsewhere.

I don’t want to be a pig because Winnie means far more to me than the physical stuff, but… it’s fucking amazing that the lust I feel for her doesn’t have to come with an aftertaste of guilt anymore.

“Of course I’m okay with that. A night out with the two of you sounds amazing. As long as it’s okay with you ,” she says. “Technically you guys are supposed to get uninterrupted alone time with me on your dates. Per the rules. I don’t want to deprive you of that. ”

I nod seriously, crossing my arms. “Jack would lose his shit if we didn’t stick to the rules, so we’re factoring that in.”

It’ll be her, me, and Leo for a while… then his punk ass has got to go so I can have some one-on-one time with my girl. Vice versa when it’s his turn for a date, because fair’s fair.

“Trust me,” I add, “I want as much alone time with you as you’ll give me, Win. You have to know that.”

Her cheeks turn the sweetest shade of pink.

“Sooooooo,” she says, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. “Without me asking outright where we’re going or what we’re doing… what should I wear?”

My eyes travel down her body, slow and deliberate, taking in every gorgeous inch, before finding her gaze again. “I like what you’ve got on.”

“ Theo .”

Her nose is crinkling up so cute.

“Wear whatever goes with your dancing shoes, Angel,” I tell her with a wink.

Her eyes light up and her smile is giddy .

I must be hungry ‘cause those are not damn butterflies in my stomach as she places her hand on my shoulder and leans in to press a kiss against my cheek.

I turn my head and her sweet lips are on mine.

“ Theo ,” she says again, but this time it’s a sigh against my mouth that I can feel all the way in my balls.

I skim my fingertips over the tops of her thighs, even as I will my dick to settle down. A futile thought, of course. I want to sink into this girl, make her say my name again and again. Pant it, moan it, cry it, scream it.

The project to-do list Jack pushed on me can wait, surely?

“Theo,” she says again, but with a regretful tone. “I have work to do. We have work to do.”

Her lips are plumped up. She pouts as she looks up at me, but when I groan with pure lust and frustration, she smiles, just a little, knowing what she’s doing to me.

“Oh, you like making me crazy, do you?”

With a flirty wink, she trails a finger down my chest. “Only as payback for how you make me feel.”

As she walks away, all I can do is stare at her ass, those legs, the tempting sway of her hips. Such a tease, my angel.

I put my safety glasses back on, but I have to wait for my rock solid dick to lower before I pick up the jigsaw.

The private room Leo booked is on the second floor, away from the crowd. It’s a lounge space with swanky chairs, and a private bar on the balcony that extends over the dance floor. If someone tried hard enough they might catch a glimpse of us up here, but for the most part, we’re hidden from view by a strobing screen of lights.

The club pulses with a bass that reverberates throughout the building. Its fucking perfect. Neon lights cast an electric glow around the room, giving the atmosphere a retro vibe. Sexy as fuck. It’s the perfect place to be out with my angel who, speaking of sexy, is a knock-out tonight. We’ve only just arrived and Winnie is already on the balcony, gyrating to the music, hypnotizing me in that ass-sculpting black leather skirt. It has a side slit up her thigh that I can’t wait to slide my hands into…

“Here,” Leo shouts, to be heard over the music as he pushes a shot glass into my hand.

He heads off to give one to Winnie, and I follow, looking into the glass. It’s a layer of piss-yellow topped with a layer of jizz-white. Rank.

Smells delicious, though.

“What is this shit?” I mutter.

Leo lifts his glass.

“To you, love,” he shouts to Winnie. “Here’s to an unforgettable night, where every beat feels like a heartbeat and every dance move brings us closer.”

I snort at his pathetic poetry, but Winnie beams as we clink our glasses together and all knock the drink back.

Sweet. Like… butterscotch schnapps and Irish cream.

I check Winnie’s reaction, but find Leo is talking to her. It’s too loud in here to hear what he is saying.

Irritating. I want her to myself.

“A Buttery Nipple?” she exclaims with a laugh. “Is that really what it’s called?”

Those words out of her mouth, mixed with the sexy warmth of the drink, hit me hard. Without wasting another second, I take Winnie’s hand.

“Dance with me? ”

My breath hitches when colorful lights play across her face, revealing the joy in her eyes.

As the DJ mixes a rising tempo, the dance floor below us becomes a sea of movement. Winnie joins in, her eyes flashing as her excitement builds along with the music. I slide up close to her, and she bumps and grinds herself into me. The slit of her skirt allows me to pull her leg up so that I can touch the exposed bare skin of her thigh.

So, so soft. I groan, and her lips curve knowingly. I don’t know if she can hear me, or if she felt the vibrations of my desire, but as she gazes up at me, the need in her eyes mirrors mine.

I want to kiss her badly. I hate that I can’t right now. The bartender will know we’re semi-celebrities. He’ll have to keep things under wraps. But until Winnie chooses her Hammer, I don’t want to risk a potential photo leak that could jeopardize her in any way.

From the corner of my eye, I see Leo head to the bar. He’ll refresh our drinks, but I know he’ll have the bartender pull a round of water, too. Neither of us wants to cloud a single moment tonight with drink-dulled senses.

“Theo?”

Winnie has her sweet hands on my chest and she’s looking at me like she’s thinking hard.

“What is it, baby?”

She chews her lip for a sexy little second, and then she’s got her arms around my neck, stretching on her toes, to speak directly and loudly into my ear .

Her sweet breath is hot against my face. But there’s no way she just said what I think she just said.

Did Winnie Wainwright practically yell in my ear that she wants to fuck me?

From the look in her eyes… yes?

Holy shit. How fast can I get my girl into the lounge, out of her skirt, and onto my dick?

I glance back at the bar to catch Leo’s eye as I lead Winnie to the open door. He takes a sip of his drink, raises his brows. He’s cool. He’ll watch the door for us.

The moment we’re inside, Winnie has her hands all over me, tugging me toward a chair, pushing me into it so that she can climb into my lap.

My hands slide up her thighs, under her skirt. Her mouth is greedy and I love it. I feed her my tongue and she sucks sucks, sucks, and my dick is so fucking jealous, even as the rest of me thrills at the sensation of her sweet mouth devouring mine.

She wiggles and gyrates on top of me like she’s still on the dance floor and the movement is making it impossible for me to go slow. I slide my hands higher, squeezing her soft skin as I go.

I finally reach her panties and she’s so wet my finger nearly slips inside.

“Leo,” she moans.

I pause, my stomach dropping lower than my balls. She doesn’t think I’m Leo, does she?

But then she adds, “I feel bad that he’s out there by himself. ”

I mean, he has the bartender to keep him company.

I don’t say that. Instead I say, “Do you want me to switch with him so you… can have a few minutes with him?”

Emphasis on a few minutes . I’m deeply regretting the whole let’s-share-a-date thing at the thought of standing on the other side of that door when her panties are so fucking damp.

“No.” It comes out as a little mewl and my balls might just explode. “I still want you. Can… can he join us?”