“I could get used to this, if I wasn’t getting married tomorrow.”
Douglas winked at me. “Why would you trade in wild nights of dancing with your own personal harem for boring married life?”
“Aren’t harem boys usually eunuchs?”
“Definitely no eunuchs here,” Alex said, gruffly.
We laughed at that. Alex’s sexual conquests were almost as legendary as, well, my own. I’d tested those waters a time or two and decided he had earned his reputation as a cocksman. Of course, Douglas wasn’t a slouch in the bedroom, either. The only mystery for me was Neil. Bedroom-eyed, soft-spoken Neil was a big question mark to me. I glanced at him now — wondering things probably better left unknown.
The limo turned a corner a little too sharply, which pressed me a little closer to Alex. “Hey, Mr Limo Driver,” I called through the darkened partition. “Please be careful! I’m getting married tomorrow.”
The partition lowered enough for me to see blue eyes staring at me in the rear-view mirror. “Yes, ma’am. My apologies.”
I giggled. “Is OK.”
“It’s official,” Neil said. “She’s drunk.”
I harrumphed in a very unladylike fashion.
“I am not drunk. I’m just a little bit tipsy.”
Alex’s hand, which had been on my knee since the corner turn, seemed to have accidentally slid up my thigh. “Well, I’m drunk.”
As if to prove his intoxication, he stroked my thigh seductively. His fingers felt warm on my bare skin. I couldn’t tell if he was messing with me or being serious. The possibility that he might be serious was exciting — and also proof that I was most definitely a little drunk. I made a low murmur of pleasure and the three men laughed. I didn’t like that at all. I was the bride, damn it! I wanted to be pampered and coddled and. . other things.
“Uh-oh. Watch out, Alex,” Douglas said. “You know how she gets when she’s drunk.”
I tilted my head and finished the last of the champagne in my glass before holding it out for another refill from Alex’s bottomless bottle. “Do tell, Douglas. How do I get?”
“Oh, love, you know how you get,” Alex answered good-naturedly as he refilled my glass. “Don’t you?”
Alex, more so than the other two, always knew how to calm me down from one of my bitchy moods. I looked into his twinkling green eyes and smiled. I covered his hand with mine, wondering if I dared move his hand just a couple of inches higher. The thought made me squirm and sigh.
“Oh yeah. I remember now.” I licked my lips, noting the way his gaze followed the tip of my tongue from one corner of my mouth to the other. “I get very needy when I’m drunk.”
“Very needy,” Alex said. “That’s certainly one way of phrasing it, babe.”
“She’s needed me on more than one occasion.” Douglas smirked, giving Neil’s shoulder a nudge as if the whole thing was a big joke. “Haven’t you, doll?”
I pouted. “I don’t remember.”
“I remember.” Alex topped off my champagne glass. “Douglas’ birthday, three years ago. You did naughty things with his birthday cake and then you disappeared into his bedroom for a good half-hour-”
“It was an hour,” Douglas interrupted.
“Fine, a good hour. And when you came out you had birthday cake in your hair-”
Douglas laughed. “Among other places.”
“I did not!” Of course I had, but I felt like I needed to defend my feminine honour in the face of their laughter at my exploits.
“Then there was that night we got thrown out of that club — what was the name of it? — because you pulled me into the bathroom. The women’s bathroom,” Alex went on.
I glared at him. “My zipper broke on my dress.”
“Before or after he went into the bathroom with you?” Douglas asked.
Neil had remained quiet through their ribbing, but now he finished his beer and shook his head. “You’ve never needed me.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but he was right. All of my drunk fooling around over the years had been with Alex and Douglas, mostly because I knew they didn’t take it more seriously than what it was. Neil was different, though. I always suspected he had a bit of a thing for me and while I adored him and thought he was sexy as hell, his attraction was purely physical. I might play with the boys, but Simon had my heart and I felt like that was the one part of me Neil might demand if I let things go too far. But, like earlier, I was starting to wonder what I had missed.
“My loss.” I gave Neil a sad smile. “You know I love you anyway, right?”
“I don’t think we’re talking about love here,” Neil said, looking away as the limo moved through the quiet city streets.
The mood had shifted in the limo and I looked at Alex with dismay. Sensing my discomfort, he offered, “Well, the night’s still young — and she’s definitely drunk.”
The men laughed, even Neil, and I relaxed a little. It was hard to think about Neil’s hurt feelings with Alex’s hand making slow, sensual circles on my thigh. I wriggled against him, which moved Alex’s hand just a bit higher on my leg and under the edge of my dress. He was so very close to touching my pussy I considered how much more I could slide down before I would be on the floor. It was a fleeting thought — and an unnecessary one. Alex spread his fingers on my thigh. His long fingers. Then he wiggled them lightly against the edge of my panties. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.
“Guess she’s feeling needy,” Neil said. “Is the bride-to-be wet already?”
I made a face at him. “That’s rude.”
“Yes, it is,” Alex agreed. “And I don’t know if she’s wet.”
They laughed at me again. I couldn’t help but laugh with them as I enjoyed the feeling of Alex’s finger rubbing lazily against me. “You are all bad,” I said. “And I love it.”Alex leaned down to whisper in my ear, “If you spread your legs just a bit, love, I promise you will love it even more.”
How can a girl say no to that? I did as he suggested, spreading my thighs far enough apart that my dress rode up to my hips and gave Douglas and Neil a glimpse of my lacy white panties. I watched them watching me, getting more and more turned on by the way the night was going. Alex cupped my panty-clad pussy and gave it a gentle squeeze. I gasped, Douglas groaned and Alex made an appreciative sound low in his throat. Neil just stared, his heavy-lidded eyes watching me. I looked past him and saw another pair of eyes staring at me from the rear-view window. I smiled and winked, thoroughly enjoying the attention.
“Oh yes, the little minx is quite wet,” Alex confirmed. “Despite your little white virginal panties, I think you’re the bad one, Victoria.”
I nodded in agreement. “Oh yes, I’m quite bad.”
“Should I stop then?”
By way of an answer, I covered his hand again and pressed it to my pussy. “You’d better not.”
“We’re almost to the highway,” the driver announced. “Shall I make one last rest stop before the drive to Las Vegas?”
Just then, Alex slipped a finger under the edge of my panties and pushed just the tip into my pussy. “Yes,” I gasped. Then, quickly added, “No, no! That won’t be necessary.”
“Excuse me, ma’am?”
I met the driver’s eyes in the rear-view mirror again, wondering just how much of our back-seat antics he could see.
“I’m sorry, we were talking about something else,” I said breathlessly as Alex pushed his finger inside me just a little bit farther.