Things got really interesting when the music slowed. Delaney expected one of them to call dibs on her like they’d done every other time the DJ had played something slow, but instead this time they simply sandwiched her close and kept dancing. Being between them like this was different than sitting between them at dinner the night before.
But while Colt and Jagger were close, they never actually touched her. Even so, she could feel the heat coming off them. And suddenly, she was back in the fantasy she’d had last night about having a threesome with the two hot Marines.
Her heart beat so fast it felt like she’d just run a marathon. Her breath came in quick pants.
Was this what it would be like if they really had a threesome?
She could only hope.
That first slow song was followed by another, then another after that. Delaney could have stayed right there on the dance floor with Colt and Jagger until morning, but all too soon, the DJ called it a night and packed up his equipment.
It was just as well. One more slow song and she’d be all over Colt and Jagger.
The men were uncharacteristically quiet in the elevator, making her wonder what they were thinking. But their faces were unreadable.
When they reached their floor, Delaney slowly led the way to her room, not wanting the evening to end. At the door, she turned to Colt and Jagger. She wanted to invite them in, to ask them to spend the night in her bed, but she didn’t. Partly because she could never be that bold. But mostly because she’d be embarrassed as hell if they said no.
She had to stay something, though.
“I don’t think I’ve ever danced that much in my life,” she finally managed. “I had a really great time.”
Colt grinned. “Me, too. No reason the fun has to end already, you know.”
She stared at him not sure she heard right. But the heated look in those blue eyes told her she’d understood him just fine.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” she said softly.
“Why not?” Colt asked.
Did he really need her to spell it out for him? “Because you and Jagger are best friends. I don’t want to get between the two of you.”
Colt and Jagger exchanged looks, then chuckled.
“That's exactly where we’ve been hoping you'd end up,” Jagger said. “Between us.”
Delaney’s stomach did a somersault. “Like a threesome?”
Colt’s mouth twitched as he shared a look with Jagger. “Exactly like a threesome.”
Her gaze went from Colt to Jagger and back again. Both men were looking at her expectantly. Her mind whirled. Colt and Jagger were proposing the very fantasy she'd been obsessing about since they’d both kissed her last night. Could she really take them up on it?