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Authors: Myla Jackson
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she realized she liked this gig more than she’d expected. Dancing half-naked for a small group of men had a liberating effect on her. She’d never felt more powerful or feminine. The tough texture of the riding crop grasped in her fist only added to the Dominatrix part she’d imagined playing.
“Oh, boy! It’s lap dance time,” a man called out.
“Makes me wish I was the bachelor getting married,” another moaned. “I’d like to have me some of that riding my…”
His friend elbowed him in the gut. “Manners, dude.”
Isabella swayed to the edge of the stage and waited, her brows raised, her gaze on Sean, Tanner and Gabe. “Can a lady get a lift?”
The three sprang to their feet, each holding out their hands to help her down.
Tanner and Sean reached her first, grabbing a hand to help her off the stage.
Gabe stood in front of her, held out his palm and twirled her into his arms and back out again. “You’re beautiful.”
Her body warmed as his deep, rich voice coated her like melted chocolate. As much as she wanted to explore more of these three O’Brien men, the youngest awaited the traditional lap dance.
Sean gripped her hand and brought it to his lips. “Later.”
Tanner took her other hand and led her to his brother. “We’re not done.”
A thrill shivered over her body. Although the hour grew late, the night held more promise than Isabella knew how to handle. She stood in front of the handsome Jesse who would walk down the aisle the next day with his beautiful bride.
His head lolled back, his eyes glazed, a goofy smile sliding across his face. “I hope Ellie won’t be upset. Sure hate for her to stand me up at the altar.”
Isabella smiled. “I’ll be gentle.”
As the music swelled, Isabella swayed her hips, losing herself in the rhythm. Jesse looked so much like his brothers, Isabella imagined she was dancing for Gabe, Sean or Tanner, or better yet…all three. She sat in Jesse’s lap and turned her back to him, bending to reach for her toes, giving him a full view of her practically naked bottom.
“Spank her, man,” his friend shouted.
“Yeah, if you don’t, I will,” another interjected, laughing.
Isabella chose that moment to glance up.
Sean, Tanner and Gabe stood close, their hands clenched at their sides, their faces set in grim lines, their jeans bulging at the fly. Each man’s gaze locked on her exposed ass.
Isabella arched her back, bringing her breasts into view.
The three men sucked in breaths as one, their chests rising and falling as they exhaled.
Oh, yeah, the night could be a lot more interesting, if she chose to seduce all three.
A power surge like none she’d felt before ripped through Isabella, giving her the courage to ramp up the sex factor and make the lap dance more for the bachelor’s brothers than the engaged one, whose lap she occupied. She wiggled her bottom and rose to sit in his lap again, grinding her ass against the rising ridge in his jeans. Even the almost married man couldn’t resist a little action.
“You gotta stop that, or I’ll be divorced before I make it to the altar.” Jesse grabbed her chaps and pushed her toward his brothers. “Dance for my brothers. I’ll watch and think of my fiancée.”
Isabella stumbled toward Gabe, Tanner and Sean. Tanner caught her, his hands landing around her rib cage beneath the swell of her breasts.
“Let her dance with me. I’ll be nice.” A sandy-blond-haired man stepped forward, his hands held out toward Isabella.
Jesse shook his head. “No way, Ernie. Cassie claims you have arms like an octopus.”
“I’ll behave.” A dark-haired Hispanic man claimed. “ Por favor , let her dance for me.”
“Mario, you’re married. Keep it that way.” Jesse grinned up at his brothers. “Besides, my brothers are smitten with the lovely Isabella. I’m curious to see which one she chooses.”
Isabella frowned.
“Am I a game to you O’Briens?” She brushed Tanner’s hands away and
“Oh, boy! It’s lap dance time,” a man called out.
“Makes me wish I was the bachelor getting married,” another moaned. “I’d like to have me some of that riding my…”
His friend elbowed him in the gut. “Manners, dude.”
Isabella swayed to the edge of the stage and waited, her brows raised, her gaze on Sean, Tanner and Gabe. “Can a lady get a lift?”
The three sprang to their feet, each holding out their hands to help her down.
Tanner and Sean reached her first, grabbing a hand to help her off the stage.
Gabe stood in front of her, held out his palm and twirled her into his arms and back out again. “You’re beautiful.”
Her body warmed as his deep, rich voice coated her like melted chocolate. As much as she wanted to explore more of these three O’Brien men, the youngest awaited the traditional lap dance.
Sean gripped her hand and brought it to his lips. “Later.”
Tanner took her other hand and led her to his brother. “We’re not done.”
A thrill shivered over her body. Although the hour grew late, the night held more promise than Isabella knew how to handle. She stood in front of the handsome Jesse who would walk down the aisle the next day with his beautiful bride.
His head lolled back, his eyes glazed, a goofy smile sliding across his face. “I hope Ellie won’t be upset. Sure hate for her to stand me up at the altar.”
Isabella smiled. “I’ll be gentle.”
As the music swelled, Isabella swayed her hips, losing herself in the rhythm. Jesse looked so much like his brothers, Isabella imagined she was dancing for Gabe, Sean or Tanner, or better yet…all three. She sat in Jesse’s lap and turned her back to him, bending to reach for her toes, giving him a full view of her practically naked bottom.
“Spank her, man,” his friend shouted.
“Yeah, if you don’t, I will,” another interjected, laughing.
Isabella chose that moment to glance up.
Sean, Tanner and Gabe stood close, their hands clenched at their sides, their faces set in grim lines, their jeans bulging at the fly. Each man’s gaze locked on her exposed ass.
Isabella arched her back, bringing her breasts into view.
The three men sucked in breaths as one, their chests rising and falling as they exhaled.
Oh, yeah, the night could be a lot more interesting, if she chose to seduce all three.
A power surge like none she’d felt before ripped through Isabella, giving her the courage to ramp up the sex factor and make the lap dance more for the bachelor’s brothers than the engaged one, whose lap she occupied. She wiggled her bottom and rose to sit in his lap again, grinding her ass against the rising ridge in his jeans. Even the almost married man couldn’t resist a little action.
“You gotta stop that, or I’ll be divorced before I make it to the altar.” Jesse grabbed her chaps and pushed her toward his brothers. “Dance for my brothers. I’ll watch and think of my fiancée.”
Isabella stumbled toward Gabe, Tanner and Sean. Tanner caught her, his hands landing around her rib cage beneath the swell of her breasts.
“Let her dance with me. I’ll be nice.” A sandy-blond-haired man stepped forward, his hands held out toward Isabella.
Jesse shook his head. “No way, Ernie. Cassie claims you have arms like an octopus.”
“I’ll behave.” A dark-haired Hispanic man claimed. “ Por favor , let her dance for me.”
“Mario, you’re married. Keep it that way.” Jesse grinned up at his brothers. “Besides, my brothers are smitten with the lovely Isabella. I’m curious to see which one she chooses.”
Isabella frowned.
“Am I a game to you O’Briens?” She brushed Tanner’s hands away and
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