Jingle Ball

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An Excerpt From: JINGLE BALL

Copyright © KJ REED, 2011

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

I found myself looking around to see if anyone else cared, even noticed, that I was straddling some man’s lap and his hands were directly over my panties.

Frankly, if anyone noticed, they didn’t give a good hot damn. A few were being almost as obvious as we were, making out, touching each other, almost having sex on the seats right there for anyone to watch. I could see the silhouette of one woman’s head bob up and down from a man’s lap. Others were simply engaged in quiet conversation, or watching the stage, as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

When in Rome…

I let my head fall back to Dane’s shoulder when he started to rub light circles over me. I suppose I could have pushed his hand away. But why? It felt so damn good. Almost soothing, rather than exciting. Ryder’s hand snaked up my ribs and started massaging my breast. Okay. So that’s why people are drawn to the whole ménage thing. Now it all made sense. What’s better than two amazing, talented, masculine hands?

Four amazing, talented masculine hands.

And those hands were all focused on me. I’d probably have to ask one of them to pinch me to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

But later. Much later. A few orgasms later.

Though his pressure was light, calming, I felt the buildup to the big O starting early. No, no, no. I didn’t want to come. I wanted to hold off, prolong the entire thing.

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” Dane whispered in my ear.

I nodded as best I could with my head at such an awkward angle.

“And you like what we’re doing to you. Together.”

I only moaned in response. Ryder tweaked my nipple and it was the best I could manage.

There was a smile in Dane’s voice as he said, “Yeah. I can tell. My fingers are covered in your juices just from the outside of your panties.” Louder, he added, “Ryder, I think we found our girl.”

“I think that’s a pretty good assessment.”

“Our…hmm?” I felt as if I had to fight my way through a fog. My brain was turning around in my head. And I knew I was a few steps behind the conversation.

Not that I could bring myself to care. Not while Dane was still—

“Whoa.” Dane stood, my legs still dangling on either side of him, one arm around my thigh and the other under my ribs. He set me down gently and waited until I could stand on my own. That took an embarrassingly long time. Finally, he grabbed my shoulders to turn me toward him and looked me in the eyes. Even with the dim lighting, even through my oh-my-God-it-feels-so-good haze, I saw the sincerity there.

“Do you want to come with us to a private room?”

I glanced between him and Ryder, who had a small smile curving his lips, as if reserving his big grin for my answer.

“Yeah. Me and Ryder. This is our thing. We like to share.”

I looked between them again. “But you two don’t…”

“We don’t…oh. No.” He gave a husky laugh. “No, that’s definitely not our thing. We’re straight. Just friends who like to split the goodies, so to speak.” His palm rubbed a circle over my ass. “Not that we usually find something this tasty.”

Hmm. I might have been wrong while walking up the cobblestone walkway. That wasn’t the No Turning Back point. This was. Like that one moment in the horror movies where you were screaming at the cute, stacked, blonde heroine, “Go back, you moron!” or “What are you waiting for? Hurry up! Go!”

Quite the difference. Which one felt more right?

Dane held out one hand, Ryder held out another.

Well. I came to the Jingle Ball thinking I’d observe, learn what the holiday parties were all about. And now I had the chance to experience a little fun, if I wanted to…

What the hell was I waiting for? I placed my hands in their hands. “Let’s hurry up.”