The Sextet - Dirty Dancing [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (2 page)
Authors: The Sextet
She followed his feet, quickly picking up his rhythm as she pictured every inch of that hot body naked. He’d be all lean muscle, tight buns, and from what pressed against her lower belly when he held her close, a cock big enough to satisfy any woman.
A glance to Craig told Juliana he was watching her rather than their instructor, and she wasn’t sure what to think of that revelation, especially since his face was fixed into a scowl. “Are you getting this?” she asked. “We’ve got to dance this together, after all.”
“Hell, yeah, I’m getting it,” Craig replied as he stepped up to the couple. “I wanna try.”
Alejandro offered her hand to Craig, who took it in his warm grasp. “Now guide her,
sí?
”
“Oh, yeah,” Craig replied and took her other hand. A step toward her and one away set a quick pace as the song changed to a slightly faster beat.
“
Bueno
,” Alejandro said as he came to stand behind Juliana. “You must now add more hips to the movement.” Strong hands settled on her hips and guided their progress. His stiff dick rubbed between her ass cheeks when he pressed tightly against her, sending the temperature of the room soaring and causing her nipples to tighten against her bra and her pussy to spasm in want. Fantasies mixed with this real-life experience, enough to make her gasp. If this kept up too long, she’d come right there on the dance floor. What would they think of her then?
Craig must have caught her sharp intake of breath because he threw a concerned frown her way. Then his dark eyes narrowed when his gaze dropped to where Alejandro’s hands were all but caressing her hips as he guided her through the steps. “Enjoying yourself there, Pedro?”
“Alejandro,” their instructor replied with a laugh in his voice. “And
sí
, I am. The lady has such a beautiful…” He ground his pelvis against her backside. “…step. She is a joy to watch as she moves, is she not?”
“Yeah, she’s got a beautiful…step. Along with a beautiful ass, which you can get your greedy hands off anytime now.”
The tension made Juliana stop moving. “What’s going on?” She shifted her gaze between the two men.
Craig crossed his arms over his chest. “He’s getting a bit too personal with you, Jules.”
“Personal?” she asked.
“Yeah, I mean, he’s got his mitts all over your ass.”
Alejandro frowned. “I beg your pardon. I did not mean to offend. I was merely—”
“Merely touching her ass!”
“Aw, c’mon, Craig.” Juliana reached out to lay a hand on his arm. “He was just being a good dance teacher.” The smile Alejandro threw Craig seemed genuine, but Juliana didn’t even know the man. But she did know Craig, and right now, he was good and pissed. What she couldn’t figure out is why he took offense to the instructor touching her because, damn, if she wasn’t wet and ready—for both of them.
As if that could ever happen…
“Look, he didn’t mean anything by it. Did you, Alejandro?” She glanced over her shoulder, waiting for his response.
His dark hair bounced as he nodded. “Of course! I will be more careful,
sí?
”
With a grumble, Craig reached for her hands again. “Fine. Let’s dance.”
Chapter 2
An hour later, Craig’s jealousy had vanished, replaced with desire so strong it twisted his gut and made it almost impossible to follow Alejandro’s instructions. Craig was able to touch every inch of her. He glided his fingertips over the gentle curves of her hips. His hand slid up her side to caress the underside of a full breast. His palm stroked her beautifully rounded ass. But the best of all was watching Alejandro doing all the same things to her and seeing her decidedly appreciative reactions to all of their attentions. The three of them could only have gotten closer if they pitched aside their clothes and simply had sex right there on the dance floor.
Every time the instructor’s hands brushed across part of Juliana’s body, she purred, making Craig’s rock-hard cock twitch. Pre-cum had to be spotting his briefs since he’d felt spurting from time to time. If his own hands came in contact with her, he damn near creamed his pants. Who knew learning to rumba could be so fucking erotic? He doubted Alejandro had pulled his own tucked shirt out of the waistband of his extraordinarily tight pants for any reason other than his dick was stiff as a flagpole.
But what about Jules? Was having two guys pet her like a prized cat making her hot? Judging from her flushed cheeks, how often her teeth tugged on her lower lip, and the number of times he’d heard her suck in air or moan when one of their hands smoothed over her, the answer was a resounding
yes
.
What he suddenly realized was that he was craving the fantasy, anticipating how three people could connect, and picturing what he and Alejandro could do to her.
Together.
“Thank you, Alejandro,” Juliana said as their instructor turned off the music. “It was a great lesson.”
His responding smile seemed genuine, but Craig wasn’t willing to give the guy the benefit of the doubt yet. The man had clearly staked some kind of claim on Jules, and until Craig had a chance to convince her that they could become something more than friends, he wasn’t in the mood for competition.
It was also disturbing that he couldn’t seem to shake all the delicious images of what the three of them could do together. Until he could sort through the new sexual fantasies tumbling through his thoughts, he wanted her all to himself. “Yeah, thanks a bunch,” he added, immediately sorry his tone had been so surly.
Juliana flashed Craig a frown. “Be nice,” she whispered.
Alejandro strode over to them. “I take no offense.” Reaching for Juliana’s hand, he wrapped his long fingers around hers before raising her hand to his lips and kissing the back of the knuckles. “I have an assignment for you both.”
“Assignment?” she asked as she blushed a little deeper.
“
Sí
. There is too much tension between you two. You must do something to resolve it. Otherwise, the dance—the rumba—will never be all it was intended to be. You must connect to dance the dance of love.”
“What are you talking about?” Craig asked.
“You want this woman,” Alejandro replied.
His words hit Craig like a slap across the face, leaving him feeling emotionally naked. “I
what
?”
“You want this woman. That should be no surprise. Your lust for her is like a glow all around you. I do not fault you. She is indeed sensuous.”
“His
lust
for me?” Juliana’s voice was more of a squeak than her normal sultry tone.
“
Sí
. He lusts for you in the same way you lust for him.”
Her gasp echoed through the big room. “I…I…have no idea… I don’t… Craig, I don’t…” She finally closed her mouth and just stared at Craig.
He stared back, letting his shocked open mouth morph into a lazy smile. “You lust after me, Juliana?”
Her indignant expression changed as her lips bowed into a cheeky grin. “Evidently just as much as
you
lust after
me
.”
“There! You both have acknowledged this attraction. That will only make the rumba more beautiful.” Alejandro reached for Craig’s hand and put Juliana’s in it. “Your assignment is to explore this connection.
Sí?
Perhaps dinner or a nice visit at one of your homes tonight? Then we may begin the lessons again Monday. Until you two can properly approach one another and give in to this desire, your rumba will never truly be the sensual dance it should be.” He grabbed his cell phone and punched a few buttons. “I would prefer to see you three nights a week—Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays until you master the rumba. Perhaps seven o’clock will work?”
“A.M.?” Craig asked. “No way. I have jobs lined up for the next two months.”
Juliana’s laugh was like a melody. “Me, too. Too many early set days scheduled.”
“I was assuming evening,” Alejandro said as he glanced up at Craig. “Seven in the evening.”
Craig shrugged. “Works for me. You, Jules?”
She thought about it for a moment. “Well, I had a… Never mind. Fine. Seven Monday night.”
“You had a what?” Craig demanded, fearing the answer.
“A…date. But I can cancel. It wasn’t that…important.”
A date?
Damned right, she was going to cancel. “Seven it is.”
“Then I shall see you both Monday,” Alejandro said, setting his phone aside. “Seven sharp. And do not forget your assignment. When we all dance together again, I want to feel the connection between you both. Between
all
of us.”
Shit, is that some kind of invitation for a threesome?
Craig knew he’d totally lost control of his sexual fantasies if that question was his first response to Alejandro giving a little extra emphasis to the word “all.” Problem was that he really wished somehow Alejandro and Juliana both knew about those fantasies. His feelings for her were somehow becoming intertwined with the notion of sharing her with Alejandro.
“About that…” A sigh slipped from Jules’s lips. “You don’t have to take me to dinner, Craig.”
“How about I
make
dinner for you instead?” he offered. “I learned quite a bit about cooking for
The Gourmet Murders
. I’d love to fix you a meal. We can just sit around, sip some good wine, you know…kick back and relax. What d’ya think,
cherie
?”
She glanced over her shoulder at Alejandro. He nodded with enthusiasm. “Fine,” she finally replied.
“Then let’s go!” Taking her hand in his, Craig dragged her out of the dance studio.
* * * *
As the door closed with a loud click, Alejandro sighed. The two of them were obviously infatuated with each other, and he envied that. But that envy hadn’t forced the sigh. No, it was born from realizing the connection he’d felt
to
them was every bit as strong as the one
between
them.
He didn’t like men, at least not sexually. Yet he’d always craved having a strong friendship with another man, one that was brotherly. Perhaps even more intimate, such as sharing a woman.
He’d enjoyed a relationship like that when he’d been younger, back in Argentina. His first real relationship. The woman had been older—a cougar, as they would call her in this country. She’d been the owner of the first dance studio where he’d taught, and she’d taken Alejandro and his best friend under her wing. She’d turned them into better dancers, great teachers, and had taught them both the joys that could be found in a three-way relationship. Three years of sheer bliss passed before she’d died in a car accident. Without sweet Marietta to bind them together, he and Jorge had quickly drifted apart. Alejandro had been searching in vain for that kind of connection ever since. Unfortunately, he’d managed to settle in the one place in the world where everybody who participated in open relationships did so for publicity or kicks rather than for true affection.
California
.
He was lonely. Thirty-two years old with nothing in his life except his studio.
Something sparked deep inside him when he first saw Juliana Barrington.
Dios mío
, she was breathtakingly beautiful. He could stare into those hypnotic blue eyes of hers forever and never tire of them. Her body could stop traffic. Her smile could melt Antarctica.
He’d acted outrageously in their lesson, flirting and touching and teasing since he felt such a strong need to push the boundaries and test the bond between them and their possible willingness to allow him to share in that bond. Probably because, even though Craig and Juliana were actors, they seemed…
real
. Kind. Caring. And so very passionate. So push, Alejandro did. His hands had probably touched almost every part of her body except her nipples. And of course her pussy, but he’d wanted his hands on those as well.
The fantasy forming in his thoughts was sublime. He would sit down on the edge of his desk, hold her by the hips, and guide her to his lap. They’d be naked, of course. She would wrap her sleek thighs around his hips. A pretty pink nipple would tempt him to tug it into his mouth while he sank his erection deep inside her. Somewhere in the fantasy, he also saw Craig approaching Juliana from behind and bending her forward as he slowly entered her sweet ass.
A laugh slipped out as Alejandro wondered what Juliana and Craig would say if he told them both about his little fantasy at their next lesson.
Perhaps he was lonelier than he realized.