He cheated i chose two firefighters novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184 The Waitress

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“Alright, Ladies and Gentlemen, I need the bride to come to the dance floor alongside her bridesmaids. I also want the woman wearing red to step onto the dance floor. A small

game is preparing to begin.”

Dylan passes an object to me. “Take this blindfold, approach her quietly from behind, and

secure it over her eyes.”

The opening notes of Nine Inch Nails‘ “Closer” begin to pulse through the room. This band is truly fucking awesome. Her back remains turned toward me as I move silently up behind her. I raise the blindfold and place it across her eyes. I hear her sharp intake of breath as

her hands lift to touch the material. I speak softly, my voice low near her ear.

“Shhh, just enjoy,” I whisper.

After fastening the blindfold, I slide my palms from her bare shoulders down along her bare arms. I can sense a tremor moving through her. My gaze sweeps the area and I notice who I presume is the groom performing the same action with his bride, while several other men

do likewise with the bridesmaids.

My hands take hold of her hips, and I begin to sway with her to the music’s sultry rhythm. Logan and Dylan approach us. Logan positions himself in front of her, and Dylan stands

beside us. Dylan’s hands settle on her stomach and lower back while Logan’s hands go to

the sides of her neck. All of us sway together, our hands moving slowly, rubbing and

stroking her body as the strobe lights conceal much of our motion and where our hands

rest. I bend close and exhale softly into her ear. I observe goosebumps rising across her

skin. Logan leans in to kiss her forehead, her covered eyes, the tip of her nose, and then

brushes her lips lightly. Dylan licks and sucks at her bare shoulder.

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“You are so fucking beautiful. This smooth, sexy body is absolutely gorgeous. These lush

hips and glorious ass are making me so hard,” I murmur, my voice low near her ear.

I see Logan lower his head and lick her ample cleavage. She gasps, her body quivering. Dylan’s hand, which had been on her lower back, reaches down to squeeze her left buttock.

I hear her moan, and her head falls back against my chest. Once Dylan removes his hand, I press my hardened shaft against her ass. Another low groan escapes me. I glance around

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and see every woman on the dance floor receiving similar attention from their respective partners. Lifting my head, I scan the surrounding crowd. Women are kissing men, some men are kissing each other, and there is also some girl–on–girl action taking place. I chuckle quietly. We have unintentionally transformed a bar into a semi–sex club.

I lean toward Dylan and ask, “How did you manage to arrange this?”

“I spoke with the bartender, who fetched the owner. I told her we were surprising our girl, whom we hadn’t seen in a year. The bartender asked if I was the guy she wanted to follow his dreams. That caught me off guard, and he said to the owner, ‘Let him do whatever. She deserves a grand love.‘ The owner said no sex and then charged me a thousand dollars.”

I chuckle softly before returning my focus to giving our girl some attention. Logan is now kissing her fully. I flick Logan’s ear, and he glares at me. Then he turns her toward me. I run my thumbs gently over her lips before capturing them with my own, kissing her senseless. I have wanted to do this since the very moment I opened the door for her on Thanksgiving. I

moan into her mouth and sway my hips so my hard cock rubs against her soft stomach. I

plunder her mouth. I feel my heart thump heavily. When I end our kiss, she licks her lips as

though savoring my taste. I then turn her toward Dylan and watch as he kisses her. The

crowd erupts with wild cheers.

“Time to leave. Logan, you drive her car,” I state.

I gather her into my arms and start walking out with her. The bartender whistles, holding up

her jacket and purse. Dylan walks over to collect them. He thanks the bartender and tips

him a hundred dollars. Once outside, I see Logan look inside her bag and retrieve her keys.

Dylan unlocks the truck, and I climb into the back seat with her. She tears off the blindfold.

Her eyes lock with mine, and she gasps. I smile at her.

“Hi, Pumpkin. I hope you are ready for us, because you are about to be punished,

thoroughly.”

I watch her swallow hard, and I release a dark chuckle. This is going to be so fucking fun.

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