[Rachel] Touch all you like...

“Hey, nobody said anything about not touching,” she said. She reached back and ran her hand through his hair. When she saw Mark staring slack-jawed at her, she winked. “You too, babe.”

Jason didn’t need telling twice. He planted both hands on her ass. Mark was a little more reticent, but it’s not like she had much “rear” estate left open. “Like what you see?”

“Like what I feel,” Jason said.

La Tortura came to an end, and Rachel stopped dancing for a second. Not that she took Jason’s hands off of her. Shortly, another song started playing. “What was the dare again? One dance, or?”

“I think we need more than one dance,” said Jason.

“I’m not against it,” Mark agreed.

“Wow, two dogs,” Rachel said with a grin. The memory of Ben popped back into her head. All those arguments about ‘what are we’ and ‘I saw you looking at him,’ but he had never actually said he really, properly, seriously wanted her. Not that she wanted him to! She hated feeling tied down.

Metaphorically speaking, of course.

“I don’t mind,” Rachel said. “But I feel like dancing in clothes like this just isn’t the same.” She kept her eyes on Mark this time as she undid the button on her shorts. Still turned with her ass toward the boys, she let the shorts drop around her ankles, and kicked them over to where her espadrilles sat in the corner of the room.

As Rachel’s shorts hit the floor, a mix of anticipation and nervousness swept through the room. She felt the weight of their gazes, the heat of their attention. Mark’s eyes flickered between fascination and a hint of apprehension, while Jason’s grin widened, clearly enjoying the show.

Rachel adjusted her stance, feeling the cool air on her bare legs. She turned slowly to face them, her confidence never wavering. “I hope you two are up for a real challenge,” she said, her voice low and inviting.

Jason took a step closer, his hands resting lightly on her hips as if to claim his place. “You bet we are,” he said, his voice carrying a mixture of playfulness and seriousness.

Mark hesitated for a moment before joining in, his touch tentative but eager as he placed his hands on her lower back. The music shifted to a more sensual rhythm, the beat throbbing through the room and matching the quickened pace of their hearts.

Rachel started to move, her hips swaying in time with the music, her movements fluid and captivating. Jason’s hands roamed, his touch both confident and exploring, while Mark followed her lead, his hands tracing a more cautious path but clearly enjoying every second.

The temperature in the room had shot up by about ten degrees. Rachel glanced over her shoulder, catching Mark’s eye. “Relax,” she said with a playful smile. “Just enjoy the moment.”

Mark nodded, his apprehension melting away as he let himself get lost in the rhythm. Jason’s grip on her tightened slightly, his enthusiasm apparent. Rachel’s laughter mingled with the music. As the song reached its final notes, the room felt like a sauna. Rachel let herself let loose, her body responding to the heightened intensity. Jason’s hands explored more eagerly, his touch growing bolder, while Mark, now fully immersed in the moment, reached out to touch her.

Rachel had leaned back against Jason, her breath quickening as his hands traced a more intimate path. She felt the heat of his body pressed against hers, the rhythm of their movements syncing perfectly. Mark’s hands slid up her sides, his touch firm but still respectful.

The music shifted to a slower, more sensual beat, raising the bar yet again. Rachel locked eyes with Mark, a smirk playing on her lips as she guided his hands further up her body. Jason’s grip tightened, his breathing heavy.

Rachel spun around to face both of them, her eyes lidded, almost as if she were drunk. She leaned in, her lips close to Jason’s ear. “Let’s make this night unforgettable,” she murmured.

Jason responded with a low groan, his hands pulling her closer. Mark stepped in to align with Jason’s movements, creating a perfect web of fingers and skin.