Free Changing the Game by Jaci Burton Page B

hoarse. She was way too old for that nonsense.
    They were shown to a VIP table against the wall. Private, with an attentive waitress. Just the way Elizabeth liked it. They ordered drinks and settled in against the cushioned booth.
    “You enjoy dinner?” Gavin asked.
    “I did.”
    “Sorry I was occupied with Dedrick and Tommy. I really didn’t bring you out to dump you on Shawnelle and Haley.”
    “I’m a big girl, Gavin. This may come as a shock to you, but I can take care of myself.”
    “I’m sure you can. You were probably born not needing anyone.”
    Their drinks arrived before she could shoot a retort to his smart-ass comment. As soon as the music started, Shawnelle was ready to dance. Dedrick wasn’t, so Shawnelle stood, smoothed down her dress, and looked at Elizabeth and Haley.
    “Come on, girls. Let’s go rock the dance floor.”
    “Oh, I don’t think so.” Elizabeth shook her head.
    Haley grinned. “Sure. I’m game.”
    Shawnelle put her hands on her hips and stared down at Elizabeth. “You. Up. Dance floor. Now. No excuses.”
    Elizabeth was about to object, but the steely look in Shawnelle’s eyes and the fact that the music was pretty damn good made her shrug. “Okay, fine. We’ll dance.”
    “Yay!” Shawnelle took her hand and dragged Elizabeth out of the chair and toward the dance floor.
    It didn’t take long for the music to get her moving. Plus, Shawnelle and Haley were—she had to admit—a whole lot of infectious fun. It was obvious Shawnelle was comfortable with her body and didn’t mind shaking it. Haley was simply in love with her life and enjoyed the freedom she had now, so the two of them danced around Elizabeth while she moved her hips from side to side.
    When she twirled around, she found three sets of male eyes staring at them with rapt interest.
    Which gave her an idea.
    She flipped around and moved toward Shawnelle. “I think we can help Haley with her sex life while we’re out here on the dance floor.”
    “Oh, yeah? How’s that?”
    Elizabeth motioned toward the VIP table, and it didn’t take but a few seconds for Shawnelle to make the connection.
    “I see your point. Haley, honey, sandwich yourself in between Elizabeth and me, and let’s do a little dirty dancing.”
    Haley’s eyes went wide. “Huh?”
    Elizabeth moved in closer to Haley. “You want your man to want you, right?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then you gotta turn him on,” Shawnelle said.
    “Men love to see women together,” Elizabeth explained.
    Haley looked up at her. “They do? Why?”
    Elizabeth shrugged and bumped her hip against Haley’s. “No clue. Something about the fantasy of girl-on-girl action gets their motors running.”
    “Which means that you and me and Elizabeth are going to give your husband something to fantasize about. And when you get him in bed with you tonight, you’re going to ask him just how hot he thought it was.”
    Shawnelle slipped her arm around Haley’s waist, and Elizabeth did the same.
    “What do I do?” Haley asked.
    “Look at us like you want to eat us for breakfast,” Elizabeth said.
    “And move your body like you do when you’re in bed,” Shawnelle added. “Tommy’s imagination will do the rest.”
    “Oh, okay. I can do that.”
    Haley was a quick study. Though petite, she could move her hips. She tilted her head back, turned on her charm, and gazed at Elizabeth and Shawnelle like they were goddesses and she wanted whatever they were offering.
    The three of them undulated against each other to the slow, sexy beat of the song; snaked their hands up and down rib cages, waists, and hips; rocked crotches against asses; and put on quite a show for the guys. By the time the song finished and Elizabeth headed back to the table, it was patently obvious that Tommy wasn’t the only man at the VIP table turned on. Gavin’s dark gaze latched on to hers. He stood and held out his hand for her. She caught the telltale ridge of his erection. She took a couple sips