The Bad Boys' Virgin Temptress(28)

He fisted his hands at his sides as Connor pushed her to Jake once again. The other man ran his fingers through her gorgeous red hair, his hand disappearing down her front. Cheryl was smiling and looked happier than he’d seen her in a long time. The challenge he’d thrown out at her on Sunday had been made with the intention of her coming to them of her own free will. The whole week he and Drew had spent treating her with care was to show her they were not like their reputations. They hadn’t asked the blonde to dance. The woman had come to the two men as they danced. Instead, he was seeing Cheryl with three other men, and he didn’t like it.

Drew and Noah walked off the dance floor to the bar and ordered them a beer. The new bartender stood looking out at the dance floor with her face flushed. Impatient, Noah clicked his fingers in front of her face to gain her attention.

“What?” she said with so much attitude it bought him up short.

“Two beers.”

The bar woman grabbed two beers and handed them to him. She kept staring at the dance floor. “Who’s the redhead?” she asked.

“Our woman,” Noah said, angry at what Cheryl was doing.

“She came in on her own and looked like she was going to leave until she saw you guys on the dance floor. Makes sense why she went pale. I didn’t expect Jake and the other two to dance with her.”

Not understanding everything the woman said, Noah glanced back onto the dance floor. He watched all four of them dance and saw it with fresh eyes. Glaring at all of them, he slammed his beer onto the bar and charged to where Cheryl was being spun among the men. He’d witnessed Jake in action, and this wasn’t his usual style. Something was up.

Pushing through the dancers, he pulled their redhead out of Jake’s arms and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Hey,” she said. She wriggled away making his cock instantly hard. The blonde with all of her tits and ass had had no effect on him. Touching Cheryl with her lush curves and flashing grey eyes and he was hard as rock.

“You’re not going anywhere. Thank you for keeping her warm for me, boys,” he said. Smiling down at the fire in her eyes, he glanced up and nodded at the three men. Jake, Brent, and Connor smiled and left the dance floor.

Drew came up behind her leaving him to do all the extracting work. The music changed to an upbeat song, and Noah changed the pace to match. At first, she refused to help and remained still in their arms. Drew and Noah didn’t give up. They never accepted no for an answer, and they weren’t about to do it now.

“I don’t want to dance with you,” she said. Fire was shooting out of her eyes and threatening to melt him on the spot. He loved her fighting spirit.

“No? I’m dancing with you, and I know who you really want.”

“Oh, yeah? I don’t see anyone I want in this place.”

“Then why did you come, baby?” Drew asked her.

She bit her lip and began to dance with them. Noah felt the compliance in her body as he moved with her. Drew helped complete the dance guiding her hips over his crotch.

“Why didn’t you come straight to us?” he asked.

“Interrupt you both practically fucking the blonde on stage? No, thank you. Jake asked me to dance, and I did.”

He heard the jealousy in her voice, and he liked it. Glancing over her shoulder, Noah saw his friend felt the same way.

“Are we a little jealous of another woman?”

She scoffed, but the tell-tale heat in her face confirmed it.

“You didn’t think to come and get what’s yours?” Noah asked.

“I didn’t know you were all mine.”

He took hold of her hand from around his neck and placed it over his heart. “I’m all yours.”

Drew turned her around to face him and did the same and said the same words. In those moments with her standing between their bodies with her hand over their hearts Noah felt deeply connected to her, and he knew Drew felt the same.

She was part of them whether she liked it or not. Her hand fisted in his shirt, and Noah knew he never wanted to let her go.

“Are you our woman?” Noah asked.

He watched as she stared between them. Waiting for her response was one of the hardest things he’d done in his life. Eventually, Cheryl nodded her head.

When the song ended, Noah pulled her off the dance floor, paid the bill for the beers and left. People tried to stop them, but he shot them a look telling them in no uncertain terms to back the fuck off.

“Let go of me, Noah. You don’t need to drag me.”

He noticed she didn’t fight him. Only her voice held annoyance.

“You’re our woman, Cheryl. You’re not going anywhere else.” Noah let her go the moment they stood by his truck.