Maizy the Bear Charmer(Diving Creek Ranch 16)(124)

“Yes,” they all growled in unison.

“Push ‘play’ please.” She’d warmed up earlier, mindful that two of them would unfortunately be leaving in just a little while to go to the Twisted Bull.

She could hear the synthesizer playing and shut off the light and opened the master bathroom door. The shades were closed, darkening the room, which was bathed in candlelight. She slid her hand up the doorframe, displaying her bejeweled arm as she emerged from the dark.

Cody reclined in a chair in the corner, his long legs bent and feet spread wide. He’d removed his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. Heath lay back on pillows piled up against the headboard, and she noticed the bed was turned down. He’d removed his tunic, revealing the broad, tanned expanse of his chest. His bare feet were crossed at the ankles. Spencer stood near the dresser, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his massive chest.

The exotic beat of the drums and the siren song of the guitar released the gypsy inside of her as she glided across the floor and began the dance she still knew by heart. Every roll of her hips and ripple of her shoulders and flick of her hair was familiar, yet felt new. Maybe that was because it was for them…the men she’d truly been dancing for a year ago…the reason she’d taken belly dancing to begin with, perhaps?

She let out a deep breath and smiled as the music took hold, teasing her body into the dance’s undulating, enticing rhythms. At the first chorus she danced across the room to Cody. He leaned his head back and watched her with warm eyes as she danced for him, swaying her hips until his dark eyes followed their every movement.

Knowing he was riveted, she shimmied her hips in a tiny, rapid movement that set her coin scarves into a blur of metallic color and sound, and then shimmied her breasts for him until he clenched a fist and smiled at her, perhaps fighting the urge to reach out.

She flirted with her eyes and then turned to shimmy her ass, making the coins ring together. She moved her ass in an enticing rhythm, feeling beautiful and powerful as she arched her back and reached her arms over her head in the rhythm of the dance. As she undulated, she reached backward, nearly touching his chest but not quite.

She’d gone to him first because it had felt like the right thing to do. She responded to him as an alpha, just as his brothers did, not because she was weak but because she felt safe within his strength. The stretch felt luxurious as she maintained it for a couple of seconds before standing upright and giving him another shake of her hips before spinning and dancing over to Spencer in little playful steps.

Twirling as she came close, she allowed her veils to slide across Spencer’s body. She inhaled his scent as she rolled her hips and her shoulders, coming within an inch or two of touching him but maintaining the distance. She looked up into his handsome face and shimmied her breasts and then turned in profile and began the traditional rolling motion that had first drawn her to the dance. She rocked her hips and the rest of her upper body followed suit and then reversed the motion, teasing him with the subtle abdominal rolling motion until his golden eyes dilated and flared.

She noticed him inhale as she turned and gave her hips short, hard shakes, making the coins dangling from the scarves tied around her hips dance and jingle. His eyelids flickered when she shimmied as she turned, keeping her gaze on his face, making her hair fly around her shoulders as she turned her head. A wide, contented smile slowly crossed his lips and stayed there as she flirted with him like a gypsy queen of old. So quiet, and so guarded, holding his feelings inside with everyone but his brothers, and with her. His smile was a gift to her heart.

She inched over to Heath, teasing him with rapid shakes of her hips, nearly giggling as he licked his lips and grinned at her. Lying on the bed, the long, rigid line of his cock was very evident through his white linen pants. Her body responded to the sight with a wave of heat as she inched closer and then shimmied her shoulders and her breasts as she ever-so-slowly knelt in front of him.

She moved her hips and abdomen in a sinuous rhythm as she lifted her arms over her head and arched her back while swaying her arms and shoulders parallel with the floor, before slowly moving upright and rising to her feet again. She spun, flicking her hair in a great wave around her, and then slowed her movements as the song drew to a close. She took care to draw out every motion, fulfill every nuance, every flick of the wrist and every swaying undulation of her hips.

She flirted with Heath, allowing her gaze to stray over his tremendously masculine body in an upward sweep until she reached his eyes and almost lost her place in the dance. His light green eyes glowed with such love. He was her playful tease, always ready with a joke, but just then, he showed her the depth of what was in his heart.