Chapter 101

The bass from the dance floor still pulsed in their bones as they made their way to the velvet-lined VIP section. Bottles of champagne and mixers glistened on ice, catching the light like tiny disco balls. A fresh round of drinks was already being poured by the time the four of them sank into the plush booth.

Megan slid in first, Ashley right behind her, immediately curling up in her lap like she belonged there. Abigail and Emma followed, Abigail pulling Emma close enough that their thighs pressed and the warmth between them practically sparked.

Ashley grabbed a strawberry from the fruit tray and held it above Megan’s lips. “Open.”

Megan raised a brow but obeyed with a smirk, letting Ashley feed it to her, slow and teasing. “You trying to turn me into dessert already?”

“You are dessert,” Ashley said, licking juice from her fingers.

Emma laughed, sipping her mocktail with a hint of challenge in her eyes. “Y’all are gonna get us kicked out.”

Abigail leaned in and whispered, “Then we’d just have to finish the party at home,” before pressing a kiss behind her ear. Emma’s breath hitched, and she set her glass down before it slipped from her fingers.

A beat of silence passed, heat pulsing low and electric between the four of them. Then Megan leaned forward, eyes glittering. “Truth or dare?”

Ashley clapped her hands. “Yes! Finally. Let’s go.”

“Emma,” Megan said, smirking, “truth or dare?”

Emma raised an eyebrow, sipping her mocktail with a confident tilt of her chin. “You’re going straight for me, huh? Dare.”

Megan leaned forward like she was about to share a secret with the whole booth. “I dare you to sit in Abigail’s lap for the next ten minutes… and not kiss her.”

Emma froze with the drink halfway to her lips, then let out a laugh, full and warm. “That’s not a dare, that’s torture.”

Abigail opened her arms dramatically. “Come suffer, baby.”

Emma slid onto her lap, arms draping around her neck with practiced ease. Their bodies pressed together, and the instant warmth between them crackled like static. She smirked and met Megan’s gaze. “Okay, but… what happens if I can’t make it the full ten minutes?”

Abigail grinned before Megan could answer. “Yeah, Meg, what’s the punishment?”

Megan’s eyes glittered. “If you kiss her before time’s up, you have to whisper your dirtiest fantasy in her ear… in front of all of us.”

Ashley’s jaw dropped. “Wait—what kind of game is this?” Then she giggled and sipped her drink. “I love it. Carry on.”

Emma gave a thoughtful hum, settling in more comfortably. “Okay… I accept your terms.”

Abigail’s hands immediately went to Emma’s waist, thumbs stroking gentle circles just beneath the hem of her top. She leaned in, brushing her lips against Emma’s cheek—soft, slow, just barely a kiss. “Good luck,” she whispered.

“You’re evil,” Emma whispered back, trying to control her breathing as Abigail’s fingers trailed lazily up and down her spine.

Over on the other side of the booth, Ashley was feeding Megan a cherry from her drink, while Megan’s hand roamed her thigh under the table, both of them clearly caught in their own bubble.

Emma bit her lip hard, trying not to react when Abigail’s fingertips grazed the edge of her bra through her shirt. “You’re not playing fair.”

Abigail smiled, all charm and fire. “Never said I would.”

Minute three… and Emma’s breathing was already uneven. Her hand gripped Abigail’s shoulder tightly, her thighs tightening around her lap just a little.

Abigail’s mouth brushed along her jaw now, a featherlight touch that made Emma’s head tilt without thinking. “Just ten minutes,” she whispered again.

Emma’s resolve cracked. With a low, desperate groan, she crushed her lips to Abigail’s in a deep, molten kiss that drew a low hum of approval from both Ashley and Megan.

“Time’s up?” Ashley asked.

Emma pulled back just long enough to whisper in Abigail’s ear, voice husky, “I want to straddle your lap right now and slide down on your dick and fuck you right now without anyone knowing.”

Abigail blinked slowly, her pupils blown wide.

“Shit,” Megan muttered. “Okay, well… your turn, I guess?”

“Ashley,” Emma said in a soft moan as Abigail soflty bites her neck, “truth or dare?”

Ashley didn’t even hesitate. “Dare.”

Emma grinned. “I dare you to tell Megan what you want to do to her right now.”

Ashley’s face went pink, but she leaned into Megan’s ear and whispered something that made Megan freeze, blink, and then grin slow and wicked.

“Oh, you nasty,” Megan said. “You better not tease me.”

“Only if you deserve it,” Ashley teased, brushing her lips across Megan’s jaw.

Megan muttered. “Okay your turn,”

“I forfeit,” Abigail said, breathless, already kissing Emma again.

The club melted away again as their lips tangled, hands roaming and hips shifting.

Megan raised her drink toward Ashley. “To never surviving a game of truth or dare with these two.”

Ashley clinked her glass with a giggle. “To being grateful for front-row seats.”

The moment lingered. Abigail’s hand slipped up Emma’s thigh again, teasing just under the hem of her dress as they kissed. Emma’s fingers tangled in Abigail’s hair, tugging just enough to make her growl softly into her mouth.

Emma moaning softly as Abigail’s tongue teased the roof of her mouth. When they broke, Emma was flushed, dazed.

“I need air,” she whispered.

“No you don’t,” Abigail replied, her hand sliding down Emma’s back.

Emma’s thighs were still draped over Abigail’s lap, her fingers tangled in her hair, their kisses deep and electric. Every roll of her hips made it harder to remember they were still in public. Abigail’s hands were under her dress now, thumbs brushing dangerously high on the inside of Emma’s thighs.

Emma’s breathing hitched. Her grip on Abigail’s shoulders tightened.

“Abby,” she said softly, her voice ragged, barely holding on.

Abigail looked up at her, lips swollen, pupils dark and wide. “Hmm?”

Emma leaned in, her forehead resting against Abigail’s, her lips brushing hers with each word. “You need to stop.”

Abigail smirked, smug and unbothered. “Why would I stop now?”

Emma grabbed her jaw—not hard, but firm—her tone low and trembling with heat. “Because if you don’t let me off your lap right now, I’m going to ride you in this booth. Dress hiked up, eyes on me, everyone watching.”

Megan choked on her drink. “Well, damn.”

Ashley let out a breathy, “Holy shit,” already fanning herself with a napkin.

Emma was still perched in Abigail’s lap, her dress slightly rumpled, lips kiss-swollen, and eyes burning with need. Her breath came fast as Abigail’s fingers teased the inside of her thigh, tracing lazy circles that made her twitch.

“Abby,” Emma warned again, her voice low and deadly sweet. “I’m serious.”

Abigail, ever the troublemaker, smirked. “You won’t.”

Emma’s brow arched. “I won’t?”

“Nope.” Abigail leaned in and nipped her bottom lip. “You’re all talk, baby.”

Emma’s gaze darkened. Without another word, she shifted her hips and swung a leg over, going to straddle Abigail’s lap right there in the booth.

Ashley’s drink nearly slipped out of her hand. “Wait—”

Megan gasped. “Oh my God—”

Emma’s dress had inched up with every movement, the silky fabric clinging to her thighs as she swung a leg over Abigail’s lap and settled into place. Her straddle was slow, intentional, and confident—like a dare she already knew she’d win.

The air in the VIP booth thickened, heat rising between them like steam in a sauna. Even the music seemed to thrum quieter, letting the electricity crackle around them.

Abigail’s hands instinctively landed on Emma’s hips, her grip firm but reverent, like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to hold on or if she might float away otherwise. “Emma…”

Emma leaned in, her nose brushing Abigail’s as her lips hovered dangerously close. “You said I wouldn’t,” she whispered, voice smoky and sweet.

“I didn’t think you’d actually—”

Emma smiled like a secret and let her hands drift down, slowly tracing the waistband of Abigail’s pants. Her fingers found the zipper and teased it, sliding it partway down with deliberate slowness.

Abigail’s breath caught. “You’re playing with fire.”

Emma pressed a kiss to her jaw, then leaned into her ear. “What if I told you,” she murmured, “I didn’t wear any underwear with this dress?”

Abigail’s eyes widened instantly, her breath leaving her like she’d just taken a hit to the chest. “Emma…”

Emma’s lips brushed over her jaw, breath hot. “Say I won’t again,” she whispered, the zipper halfway down now.

Emma’s smirk turned positively wicked as she adjusted herself in Abigail’s lap. She gave an innocent little bounce, her hips rolling once, slow and deliberate.

Abigail’s breath caught. Hard.

Emma leaned in, her lips brushing Abigail’s ear as she whispered, “I’ll ride you just like this… right here if you don’t stop looking at me like that.”

Abigail’s fingers tightened reflexively on her hips. Her voice was strained but playful. “Emma.”

Emma pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, full of fire and challenge. She gave one more bounce—teasing, taunting, and full of promise.

Abigail’s hands flew to her waist, halting her movement with a grip that meant business. “Okay. Nope. You gotta get up.”

Emma laughed, breathy and smug, as she eased off Abigail’s lap, smoothing her dress like she hadn’t just threatened to cause a public scene. “I warned you.”

Abigail’s hands squeezing Emmas waist “Okay, okay—I’m sorry! I was wrong. You win. I fully believe you now.”

Emma stilled, smug grin spreading across her lips. “Thought so.”

“OMG,” Abigail muttered, adjusting herself and tugging her zipper back up with a glare that didn’t quite hide her grin.

“Mmhm.” Emma kissed the top of her head, then glanced sideways at Megan and Ashley, who were both staring wide-eyed, mouths slightly open.

Ashley blinked. “I’m learning things.”

Megan raised her drink in silent agreement. “Y’all need supervision.”

Emma kissed Abigail once more, a deep, slow kiss that made her squirm beneath her. Then she slid back down to sit beside her, smoothing her dress like nothing happened.

Abigail groaned, covering her face. “I can’t take you anywhere.”

Emma winked. “Then don’t.”

Ashley leaned over and whispered to Megan, “Can we go now before someone actually gets arrested?”

Megan grinned. “Y’all ready to dance or nah?”