“Do you want to dance?” Jake asked, pulling her out of the morbid thoughts.
Turning back to the dance floor she saw Noah dancing to the music. The women around him looked to be having a good time. They were doing everything to try and grab Noah and Drew’s attention, and that was the final straw. She had to get out of there.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea....” Before she had time to finish, Jake grabbed her hand and brought her flush to his body.
“We don’t want anything from you, but we all want to see Noah and Drew swoon. Dance with us, and they’ll forget about that blonde. I swear we don’t want you that way.”
Frowning, she stared up into Jake’s eyes. Would dancing with different men drive Drew and Noah crazy? “Why would you help me like this?”
“I have my reasons for doing what I do. Let me help you, and then you’ll owe me when I call in a favour.”
“That doesn’t sound like a great deal.” She made to pull away, but Jake held her firm.
“It’s nothing bad, I promise. Look at them.” Cheryl gazed at the two men who’d denied her all week, feeling sick to her stomach. This is why she wanted nothing to do with them. She would spend every waking moment wondering if they’d found someone to replace her. How could she survive a lifetime with them? “They expect you to go to them. Noah and Drew need to realise what they’ve got in front of them. They want you, Cheryl. You’ve just got to show them you’ve got the grit to stand by them.”
“And for a short time, you’ll get revenge on them without even trying?” She wasn’t blind to the way Noah and Drew ribbed the three men in front of her. Spending time at the mechanic shop for the last week she’d seen it firsthand.
“Exactly.”
She saw one of the woman’s hands disappearing down Noah’s chest. The other woman’s destination was clear, and Cheryl’s mind was made up. “Let’s go.”
Jake kept hold of her hand and helped her onto the dance floor. Brent and Connor followed up behind her. The moment they hit the dance floor the tune changed to something low and sensual. Jake wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing her flush against him.
“Dance between me, Brent, and Connor, and trust us. We won’t do anything crude, but we’ll make it look like we are. Don’t stare at them, and keep your focus on us.”
She nodded her head, loving the song that was playing. Closing her eyes, she forgot about the man in her arms and allowed herself to fall under the magic of his spell. Hands were everywhere on her body, her thighs, legs, waist, and hips. Jake spun her around to face outwards. Still keeping her eyes closed, she swayed her body, not thinking about whose arms were around her. When one hand went under her skirt to cup her ass, she opened her eyes and stared at Brent as he ground his pelvis against her. What surprised her was he had no erection at all.
“We don’t want you, angel,” he said. “You’re safe with us.”
“Who do you want?” she asked in a whisper against his ear. She wrapped her arms around Brent feeling more comfortable as none of the three men were sporting hard-ons by being close to her. Instead of being insulted by their lack of interest, she felt safe in their company. She knew they’d never try anything.
“The bar woman. She transferred to Law Castle six months ago and won’t give us the time of day. We’re here every night trying to get her attention. She’s not having any of us and holding herself back.”
“Push your ass back against me. They’re watching you, and the blonde is getting agitated,” Jake said to her.
Cheryl pushed her ass against him, moving her hips with every beat. Brent pulled her away and circled her to slam against Connor who inserted a leg between her thighs and began to dance her on him.
He managed to keep his leg away from her pussy, which she was grateful for. Dancing with them to gain Noah and Drew’s attention was one thing and would be different if something sexual actually happened.
Noah felt ready to slaughter Jake, Brent, and fucking Connor. He saw the guy’s leg slip between her creamy thighs, and sweat beaded on his forehead in the effort it took him to not kill all three of the fucking bastards. The woman between Drew and him was forgotten. She slapped him on the chest, and he stared at her, growling. Both men stood on the dance floor and stared at their woman being mauled by three men.
When they’d dropped her off earlier they hadn’t told her to go to The Dugout. The only reason they’d gone was to put in an appearance and to blow off some steam. It was easier to leave Cheryl alone to make her choice if they fell into bed exhausted.