Tiny Dancer [Divine Creek Ranch 13] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

Quinten hadn’t zipped all the way up, nor had he buttoned his fly. Ben’s cock hardened and time seemed to stop as she bit her soft lower lip. Quinten glanced at Ben, and he wondered if Camilla knew she was bookended by two willing slaves at the moment.

“I gotta pee,” she whispered as she got up. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” Ben hid a smile at the way she fled the room.

Quinten looked at him, mostly clear-eyed. “When we got here, one of the screens was off her opened bedroom window. She thinks it blew off but it was propped against the house, at an angle. I didn’t tell her that because I didn’t want to scare her. I think your instincts about staying with her were all that kept her from catching an intruder in her house while she was alone.”

“Did she leave her window open?”

“She said she might have.”

Ben nodded. “I’ll let Hank know. There’s not much he can do without more evidence.”

Quinten rested his head against the couch. “I know, but you know she won’t go for us staying more than just this one night.” He bounced his head on the backrest of the couch. “This thing is comfortable.”

“Good. It’s where we’re sleeping tonight.”

“Hopefully not for a while. She was just telling me about her days as a stripper when you showed up.”

Ben rolled his eyes and chuckled. “If you were aiming for a lap dance, she needed to be the one with fewer clothes on, not you.”

“Nah, I was letting her win so she’d feel comfortable. Plus…” He patted his abdomen. “I was giving her a good long look at the Parks physique. A little temptation couldn’t hurt, right?”

Ben groaned. “I wish I could argue with you.” He clammed up when he heard the bathroom door open and she returned on unsteady feet.

They had to help her into the spot between them over the still-open recliner. She purred happily as she settled in.

“Quinten tells me you were talking about your days as a dancer at the Dollhouse.”

“Yeah.” She nodded, her eyes still bright. “It was mostly good. I made enough to pay for my schooling and my trip to Europe.”

He’d never asked her much about those days because she kept that part of her life in the past. Maybe she’d share a little more if he asked. He just wasn’t sure if he wanted answers.

“Did customers try to break the rules about touching?” Ben knew that Jake had a very strict “no touching” policy, which was one of the reasons he had the best staff—they knew they were going to be kept safe. Camilla had mentioned several times that she’d loved working for him. Now that he’d met three of the bouncers that had handled security there, he could see how that was possible. They didn’t look like they’d put up with shit from anyone.

“Sure,” she said quietly. “It happened, especially if the men were new to the club or were drunk. But we were well cared for which made the job easier. I had a lot of regular customers who I enjoyed chatting with and dancing for.” She put her hand over her mouth. “Sorry, that probably sounded a little slutty, didn’t it?”

“No,” Quinten said, a look of pain on his face. “I’d have been one of your regulars if I’d known about you.”

Me too
. Ben tried to stop imagining her rubbing up against Quinten as she danced for him but couldn’t help it. He imagined the two of them, side by side, with her smiling as she divided her attention between them in a lap dance. His cock grew hard and heavy, matching Quinten’s, judging by the bulge behind his fly. It was going to be a long night.

“I don’t see how they could resist touching you,” Ben murmured softly.

Camilla sat up between them and turned, perching on the couch so she now faced them. “It was easy. You’d be surprised how many of them were concerned that they’d inadvertently do something to get kicked out.” Ben’s nerve endings went on full alert as she reached for his hands and placed them flat on the couch on the outside of his knees. “I’d tell them to keep their hands right there or to sit on them.”

Ben demonstrated by sliding his hands under his knees, his heart hammering as she suddenly moved. He saw Quinten’s eyes flare as she straddled Ben, facing him. She landed in his lap so gracefully his breath left him in a rush. Her breasts were just inches from his face and she looked into his eyes and gave him a seductive smile. Arching her back, she leaned toward him, shifting her succulent ass on his thighs, pushing his lust into overdrive. Ben held his breath, waiting to see what she did next.

“If they did that, then I could do this and they never had to worry about getting kicked out.” Letting out a long, happy-sounding sigh, she put her hands on his shoulders and squeezed his muscles there before sliding them down to his biceps and caressing them. She stroked his lower lip with one fingertip and looked straight at him again. “Your eyes are beautiful, Ben. So dark and intense.” She leaned forward for a split second but then hesitated and backed away. She reached for her shot glass on the end table.

He glanced at Quinten, and his friend mouthed, “
Holy fuck
.”

His skin felt branded everywhere she touched him, with her thighs spread over his lap and her ass perched on his knees. Just a few layers of flimsy fabric separated him from what he wanted most in all the world. She fit him perfectly. All she needed to do was scoot closer. Much closer. Her body heat radiated through the thin layers of her outfit and sent a stronger corresponding wave of heat through his body, centering in his cock. He wanted very badly to touch her but kept his hands where they were. She seemed oblivious to his aroused state as she tilted the shot glass back and swallowed.

He forced himself to stay still instead of leaning forward to kiss the smooth expanse of her throat or sliding her forward so her pussy pressed against his cock which was aching ferociously.

“I think that was my last one, guys. I’m feeling pretty sleepy.” She looked Ben in the eye and suddenly seemed a little confused as to how she’d wound up in his lap and he smiled up at her. He’d known tonight was not the night so he couldn’t be irritated. At least not at her. She was adorable when she was tipsy and captivating when she’d climbed in his lap. His cock wanted different but he was in this for the long haul, not a quick lay. She seemed to be struggling for something to say so Ben helped her out.

“You’ve had a long day. When you wake up, we’ll go and see about your car, okay?”

“Okay. You’re so good to me, Ben. Thank you.” She leaned forward and pressed her forehead to his, her breasts perilously close to tumbling out of her top. He might be noble, but he was also man enough to admit he was desperate for a taste. “It’s been a long day.” She relaxed against him for a moment before she sat up and reached for Quinten, unfortunately leaving his lap and taking her silky warmth with her.

Quinten grinned at him over her shoulder as she hugged him sweetly, pressing those succulent breasts against Quinten’s chest. Ben stifled a chuckle when Quinten’s eyes rolled back in his head and he licked his lips.

“You’re so much fun to play with, Quinten. I want to play more again sometime soon.”

Quinten looked like he was in hog heaven as she snuggled against his chest, and he slid his arms around her. He groaned blissfully and murmured, “Me too, baby.” He made a show of biting his lip since only Ben could see.

He groaned softly as he squeezed her and she turned her face to his throat, smooched him there, and then let out a long, happy purr. “Why do I have to work for the two hottest guys in town?”

Quinten looked like he never wanted to let go. After a few seconds he grinned and softly said, “Baby? Camilla?” He glanced at Ben. “She conked out.”

Ben shook his head as he stiffly rose from the couch, mindful of the hard-on from hell that was going nowhere. “Let’s put Sleeping Beauty to bed then.”
Alone. Damn it.
He was going to be one cranky son of a bitch come morning.

He would’ve liked the opportunity to get more answers from her before they’d gone to sleep. He’d also wanted to plead privately with her about not wearing the costumes anymore. In a way, he was glad the topic hadn’t come up though because it would’ve broken the mood. Recalling the way she’d climbed into his lap, and then willingly sought Quinten’s attention answered at least one question.

Quinten rose from the couch, lifting her with him. “She thinks we’re hot.”

* * * *

Camilla woke up the next morning with a bit of a headache and a fuzzy mouth. She opened her eyes to find that she was facedown on the bed, under the covers. Recalling that Ben and Quinten had come over the night before, she yanked back the covers and sighed in relief to find herself still in the genie costume. On the heels of relief, though, came a little hint of disappointment and she wasn’t exactly sure why. Had she fallen asleep? She didn’t remember saying good night and going to bed.

She squinted at the alarm clock and saw that the time read ten o’clock. With a groan she sat up. The morning was already half gone and she still needed to see about her car. She listened to the house but found it completely still and quiet. Traipsing into the kitchen, she smiled when she saw a mug and a note on the kitchen counter by the coffeepot which was turned on and hot.

Camster,

You were still out cold when we got up this morning so we took care of your car for you. Call us if you need anything. We’ll be back with your car as soon as the work is done. Hope you’re not too hungover. My head is pounding.

-Quinten

PS…you’re kinda pretty when you’re sleeping…even when you’re snoring. Ben is Mr. Cranky-pants this morning.

She chuckled as she fixed herself a cup of coffee and started the shower in the bathroom. Once she’d taken a couple of Tylenol, bathed, and brushed her teeth, she felt considerably better. She walked naked down the hallway, stretching her arms over her head as she made her way to her room. She glanced into the living room and squeaked when she realized Ben and Quinten were standing there, gawking.

Quinten’s eyes were zeroed in on her bare, waxed pussy and his jaw was hanging slack. Ben’s eyes were doing a pea-in-the-whistle routine, consuming her from knees to knockers. She turned sideways and put a forearm across her breasts as she continued down the hallway, calling, “I’ll be right out, guys, as soon as I’m dressed.” Her words were met with utter silence. She didn’t know whether to laugh or blush. She wound up doing both.

Both men were fixing fresh mugs of coffee when she came into the kitchen a little later, dressed, with her hair dried and light makeup put on. She didn’t like to be seen when she wasn’t put together. She didn’t think the two men had noticed anything above chest level anyway.

“Sorry about the peep show, guys.”

“I’m not,” Quinten began to say but seemed to quell his enthusiasm when Ben looked at him. Ben’s dark eyes were unreadable as he turned them on her.

“We’re the ones who should apologize, Camilla. We should’ve knocked and waited instead of coming right in.”

He was back to calling her Camilla. No
sugar
now that it was a new day.
Shouldn’t have got your hopes up, girl.
He’d just been trying to make her feel better the day before. She glanced at Quinten and then eyed Ben carefully. Quinten must’ve been telling the truth. He did seem cranky that morning.

Ben held out her keys to her as she poured another cup of coffee. “We have a delivery coming in a little while so we’ll get out of your hair.”

“How much did the tires cost?”

“Don’t worry about it. We talked to Ethan this morning about installing another camera in the front parking lot. We’d been meaning to do it for a little while. What happened just pointed out the fact that it was needed. I covered the cost for you.”

“Nonsense. I can pay you back.”

“No. Keep the money in your savings.”

She sighed and looked to Quinten for help but he just smiled and shrugged. He wasn’t going to tell her how much they cost either.

“Thank you.” It was all she could say. For now. She’d call Torvel’s later and ask them how much the tires had cost and pay him back anyway.

She gave them both hugs. “Thank you also for watching over me last night, although I think it was totally unnecessary. But strip poker was fun…I think.” The memory was still a little hazy.

Quinten snorted in amusement. “It was definitely fun, Camster.”

She reached to tickle his ribs. He knew she couldn’t stand that silly nickname but he just laughed and sidestepped her as they headed for the front door.

Ben turned to look back at her, a faint smile on his face. There was something else in his eyes as he looked closely at her. “See you tonight?”

“With bells on!” she replied with a smile.

Ben groaned pitifully. “Hell, I hope not real bells. Those costumes are—”

Quinten shoved him out the door and smiled back at her. “No bells. How about going as a cowgirl? Denim. Jeans. Covers all the girlie bits up. A T-shirt, no—a
turtleneck
! It’s supposed to be”—she closed the door in his face while she giggled—“chilly tonight!” he called through the glass window in the door then smiled and waved. He turned to Ben as he walked out to his truck and yelled, “Hey, wait up, Mr. Cranky-pants! I need a ride back to the club for my truck!”