“Yes,” she answered.

“Do you want to leave?”

“No,” she said quickly.

“Come here,” he said, and pulled her to him.

Working to quell her nerves, she fell against him, his hand going to her thigh. As skin touched skin, her private parts came alive.

He pitched his voice low. “I’m guessing you’ve never been to a club like this.”

She hesitated, finding it hard to keep a coherent thought with his hand so close to her sex. She shook her head no.

“But you wanted to, right?” Mac arched a knowing brow.

“What makes you say that?”

He slid his hand higher. His voice dipped to a sensual pitch. “The heat between your legs makes me say that, sweetheart. You’re on fire.”

Damned if he didn’t want to give her a night to remember. The first of many, he hoped.

As her eyes dimmed with need, he wondered just how far she’d like to go tonight. He knew that deep down, she wanted to be a part of all this, and while he’d asked for her submission, he wasn’t about to push too hard and frighten her off.

“Do you see something you like?” he asked as she zeroed in on Blake and two pretty blond girls who were staying at the ranch. The three were all wrapped up in one another on the dance floor, their bodies simulating sex as they moved and gyrated to the music.

Her throat worked as she swallowed, and her chest heaved as she watched the action.

“Jess?”

“Yeah?” she asked, like she was having a hard time focusing on conversation as people around them became intimate.

“Do you see something you like?” he asked again, and that’s when Blake turned their way and caught her staring. His friend whispered something to the girls, and then made his way over to their table.

He cast Mac a knowing grin. “I thought you said you weren’t coming?”

“Change of plans,” Mac said, scrubbing his jaw.

Blake turned to Jess, his smile slow and inviting. “The lady looks like she wants to dance.” He shot Mac a quick look as he held his hand out to Jess. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Fuck yeah, he minded. He minded a lot. He glared at Blake. Sure, they’d done this kind of thing before, and he’d never been a possessive man, until now…until Jess. But how could he say no? Jess had been watching him intently, with interest, and he wanted to give her what she wanted.

Before Mac could answer, Blake grabbed her hand and gave a tug.

“Oh, okay,” Jess said, and when she slid from the booth, she fell against Blake. He gave Mac a grin as he led her to the dance floor, and Mac clenched his jaw as he watched his pal lead his girl away. Blake pulled her in closer, and Mac sucked in a sharp breath as he worked to get his shit together. Christ, there was no way Blake could know how much it bothered him to see Jess in his arms, considering all the times they’d tag-teamed in the past.

The music changed, became slower, and Blake splayed his hands over her back, coming perilously close to her sweet ass. Oh hell no! That sweet ass was his. Mac climbed from his seat and moved through the throng to come up to her from behind. As he pressed his chest into her back, he felt a tremble move through her, a tremble that told him so goddamn much. Fuck, she liked this. She liked being between the two of them. Not that it really surprised him. Not after reading her journal. There was no doubt he wanted Jess for himself, but if he wanted to show her he cared, then he’d do whatever he had to, to give her what she wanted.

“Hey,” Mac said, whispering into her ear.

He gripped her hips and spun her around to face him, and when he caught the flush on her cheeks, the two girls Blake had been dancing with earlier came back to hijack him.

Blake laughed, and before they dragged him off he said, “I’ll catch up with you for a beer later.”

Mac pulled her in tight, and as her body pressed against him, his cock swelled. She sucked in a breath and turned when a couple beside them moaned. He felt her shudder as the half-naked duo began to rock against each other. As the man’s hand moved beneath the woman’s skirt, a small sound caught in Jess’s throat.

“Do you like what you see?” Mac asked.

She turned back to Mac and when he saw the way her eyes dimmed with desire, he widened her legs with his knee, sensing she wanted the same. She moved against his leg, desire dancing in her eyes. His mouth found hers and he kissed her deeply. As their tongues tangled, he explored her body, running his hands along her curves. He lifted her hands and put them above her head, then ran his fingers down the length of them, dragging his thumbs over the outer swell of her breasts.

He felt her stiffen, and inched back to see her.

She blinked, and as her breathing grew rapid, she stole another glance around the club. Her smile fell. “I…uh…I have to go.”

He clenched his jaw hard enough to grind bone, his bliss disappearing as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, wanting to assure her everything was okay.

“Which way is the bathroom?” she asked as she inched away from him.

Without giving him time to answer, she darted toward the hall.

Fuck.

He was about to go after her when Blake came back. “Who the hell is she, and where did she come from?”

He watched her disappear around the corner, and when she was out of his sight he sent his friend a quick glance. “I grew up with her.”

Blake shook his head, his eyes full of disbelief. “You’ve known her for years, and I’m just now getting to meet her?”

“I’ve been crazy about her my entire life,” Mac admitted. She’d been the first girl he’d fantasized about, fallen for. And even though he hadn’t talked to her in years, he’d always thought about her. Kept tabs on her to make sure she was okay. Now that he’d had a taste, he only craved more.

Blake nodded. “Yeah, I can see why. And I guess I can see why you’ve been keeping her to yourself. But I think your girl wants to play.”

“We’ll play,” Mac said, looking back down the hall where Jess had disappeared, and hoping like hell he hadn’t blown things between them. He turned to Blake, looking him dead in the eyes. “But you should know…this time, I’m playing for keeps.”

Blake’s head came back with a start. “You’re fucking kidding me.”

Mac gave a slow shake of his head. “Nope, not even a little.”

“So she’s hands-off then?”

“Yes, and no,” Mac said, and leaned toward his friend, wanting only to do right by Jess and give her what she really wanted.

A few minutes later, after explaining his plan to Blake, Mac went to collect her. “I’ll catch up with you later,” he said, then made his way toward the bathroom.

When she came out and found him standing there, a gasp caught in her throat.

“Jess,” he said, everything inside him reaching out to her when she blinked up at him with bright-eyed innocence. “I’m sorry.” He shook his head and pulled her against him. “I thought you were ready for this. You seemed curious, so I thought—”

“Mac,” she whispered.

“Yeah, baby,” he murmured.

“I want to go.”

“I know,” he said, putting his arm around her waist to lead her toward the door.

She stopped in her tracks. “No, Mac,” she said, her lashes dipping lower over her dark bedroom eyes. “I want to go…” She paused, took a deep breath, and nodded toward the loft upstairs. “Up there.”

When she parted her lips in a silent invitation, conveying without words what she wanted, his heart thudded in his chest. Thrilled, yet hardly able to believe this turn of events, his mouth crashed down on hers, not about to waste another second. He kissed her long and hard, pushing his knee between her legs.

She rocked against his knee, her movements sexy and intimate as he continued to kiss her. Her breasts scraped over his chest, and he pulled back, drew a shaky breath, and said, “Let’s go.”

Walking quickly, he guided her down the hall and up the winding staircase until he reached his private room. He pulled his key card from his pocket and noticed the look on her face.