Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [74]
“Today,” Damon went on, “I didn’t have much business to take care of, just a few phone calls, so I took Brenna shopping.”
“Oooh, what’d you buy?” Jenelle asked, her perfectly coiffed eyebrows raising.
Brenna couldn’t hold in her light grin. “Panties.”
Jenelle gave her head a conspiratorial tilt. “And I bet you’re wearing them right now.”
“I am,” Brenna confirmed, feeling drunker by the second.
“Which pair?” Damon asked.
“It’s…a surprise,” she said, teasing him the same way he’d teased her about surprises.
“I bet you went with…classic black,” Jenelle offered, “to go with that killer dress.”
“We did get a black pair, but I think she went with the red,” Damon decided. “Since I ruined her last red ones.”
Brenna let out another short laugh, since they were both wrong—but said nothing.
Until finally Jenelle reached across Brenna, slipping her red, polished nails into the side slit of Brenna’s dress and pushing it toward her hip to reveal a swatch of fabric—the front of her leopard-print thong.
“Oh my God, you totally match my dress,” Jenelle exclaimed, and Brenna was trying to fight the surge of moisture between her thighs even as Damon laughed and Jenelle went on. “Mine match your dress, too—so maybe we should trade,” she said on a giggle. “See?” Then rose to her knees and lifted her dress to show off her own thong, this one of pretty black lace.
Damon shifted, too—moving to shut the curtain.
“What are you doing?” Brenna asked.
Damon arched one eyebrow. “Well, if we’re gonna start showing each other our panties, it’s probably time to close it. Unless you want me to leave it open.”
“No,” Brenna said. Because it only made sense. Because both she and Jenelle’s dresses were pulled up high enough to show their thongs. Even though she wasn’t sure exactly how that had happened.
When Damon adjusted the curtain at the foot of the bed, the space seemed to grow smaller, more intimate. And even though they could still hear the music beyond, people laughing, and the occasional moan or groan from another bed, it still felt very much as if the three of them were alone.
Which is when Jenelle, still upright on her knees, leaned across Brenna to reach for the wine bottle, already needing a refill—but lost her balance and fell forward, across Brenna’s lap.
All three of them laughed, but Brenna felt more aroused than amused. She’d never been attracted to another woman before, but Jenelle’s slender body stretching across hers made her pussy tingle still more maddeningly. And hadn’t she also felt unwittingly aroused each time she saw those billboards with barely dressed women? Hadn’t she gotten aroused watching all those topless showgirls with Damon earlier, thinking once more about how on display sex was here? When you were so surrounded by beautiful people, men and women, didn’t it all somehow mix and gel together? Wasn’t it all arousing? Hell, like it or not, even Kelly’s touch on the day she’d hoisted Brenna’s breasts upward had gotten her a little hot.
“Sorry,” Jenelle said, still giggling, bracing her hands on the red velvet in order to raise up.
But when she did, something strange happened. She stopped mid-sway, hovering directly over Brenna, and let her gaze drop to Brenna’s chest. And when Jenelle spoke, her voice had dropped an octave. “Are those…as pretty as I think they are?”
Brenna could smell the fragrance of Jenelle’s shampoo as a lock of the other girl’s long, voluminous hair brushed the ridge of her breast. She could barely breathe at the question, finally saying, “You’d…have to ask Damon about that.”
They both shifted their eyes to find that pure animal heat had invaded his gaze. “Yes, they are,” he said definitively. And as Jenelle eased back down onto the bed, her tan shapely legs stretched out beside her, Damon reclined next to Brenna, sliding his palm onto her torso. “Why don’t I show you,” he suggested.
Brenna thought about protesting, but the truth was, she didn’t want to. She’d told