Myths and Gargoyles Jamie Hawke (i read a book .TXT) 📖

now spat some out. Grabbing a napkin and wiping her chin, she laughed, nodded, and said, “And you won’t again just because you think she’s hot?”

“Of course I would!”

She grinned. “Right here, under the table?”

I looked around, totally caught off guard by that, but the tablecloths were long enough… it could work.

“Again, joking,” she said, apparently realizing I was very seriously considering doing it. “You’ve never done that… have you?”

“Gone down on someone in the middle of a restaurant?” I scoffed. “Uh, no.”

“I don’t really know what kind of guy you are,” she admitted. “I wouldn’t judge you if you had.”

“Well, until today I wasn’t the type to get handjobs in moving cars. And I certainly wasn’t the type to have airport security aiming guns at me.”

She grinned, reached over, and took my hand. “That was so hot. In the car.”

For a long moment she just stared at me and I stared back, almost uncomfortable but so lost in thoughts of taking her right there that my arousal beat out any other feelings.

“Come on,” she finally said, pulling me by the hand onto the dance floor.

“Oh, I don’t really dance,” I protested, but she had me over by Red, my mind losing its focus, and then Pucky was moving too, and it was like I was in a trance. These two ladies were hotter than anyone I’d ever been with, that was for sure. More beautiful than probably any women I’d ever even talked with, actually.

“I wish they were playing salsa music,” Pucky said but shrugged as a hip-hop beat came on, only a handful of others dancing while those at the tables glanced over from time to time.

“This is more my style,” Red said. “For dancing, anyway.”

Pucky grinned my way, and then took my hand and let me spin her as if it were salsa before pulling me close, and then, to my surprise, leading me to Red as the base thumped.

Red looked up at me with large, light-blue eyes and allowed a hint of a smile to touch her mouth. She seemed amused, but I wasn’t sure why until Pucky came up behind me, taking my hands and placing them on Red’s hips.

I didn’t resist. Red went with it, moving her body and putting her hands on my shoulders, then lowering herself and letting her hands run down my chest, along my hips, and to my legs as she got low. Pucky laughed and did the same behind me, and I glanced around, relieved to see nobody looking our way.

“They won’t,” Red said, coming slowly back up, her hands lingering at my waistline and playing with the edge of my pants. The back of her fingers brushed against my skin and I shuddered with anticipation.

“Won’t what?” I asked.

Red grinned. “I still have the cloak on. They only see us dancing, nothing out of the ordinary here. So if I do this…” She suddenly reached into my pants, using her other hand to deftly undo the top button so there was room, and then grabbed me by the balls. “Nobody would think anything, except what we want them to think they see.”

I cramped up, my body so not ready for that. Her fingers were a bit cold but damn, it felt good. Pucky was still there, dancing, and now her hands were moving to my exposed skin as she smiled at me. She licked her lips and nodded toward the people sitting around the room. Sure enough, nobody was reacting as I would’ve expected them to. The only heads turned our way were a couple of older guys likely checking out the ladies. My guess was they were jealous, but I had to laugh at how jealous they’d be if they really knew what was going on here.

“Wow,” I finally said, instantly hating myself for not being able to say anything more original than that.

“Wow is right,” Red said, moving her hand from my balls to my stiffening cock.

Pucky lowered herself behind me again, still moving with the music, but this time taking my pants with her—only enough to leave me exposed. Again I cringed, expecting some old lady to shout out at the sight, but nothing of the sort happened.

“Look,” Red said, nodding to the window on the other side. It was dark now, so we could see our reflection. Sure enough, even as she started stroking my fully exposed cock, Pucky behind me reaching underneath and fondling my balls, the reflection showed the three of us dancing. No red cloak, no exposed cock.

“This could get interesting,” I said.

She laughed. “We can’t get horizontal, if that’s what you mean. While it could still hide what we were doing, someone would probably come over and ask what the hell we were doing lying on the dance floor.”

Pucky chuckled. “One time my clothes were totally torn during a fight, and Red’s cloak really came to my rescue.”

“Except that the other Myths still caught damn good glances your way,” Red teased, and Pucky groaned.

“Don’t remind me.”

It was funny, but honestly my mind was having a hard time concentrating on much of anything other than the euphoria of them working me as they were.

“Pucky mentioned what you two did earlier,” Red said, leaning into me, continuing to stroke and now taking my hand and sliding it up her shirt, letting me know I was welcome to touch her as well. “I figured, since we’re a team and all…”

“And I said it made sense,” Pucky interjected, now taking my other hand and guiding it behind me to her inner thigh. “After all, we don’t want jealousy or anything like that creeping in on the team.”

“No, we wouldn’t,” I said in a bit of a daze, one hand now moving up and brushing along the bottom of Red’s round breast, the other moving up Pucky’s inner thigh until I felt the heat of her, and then her wet panties. I moved them aside and started massaging her clit as we danced—though at this point,