Free Crazy About the Baumgartners by Selena Kitt

do?”
    “Oh
you’ll most definitely do.” Doc stood, still looking at me with that hungry
gaze.
    He
was quite a handsome man, strong jaw and gorgeous dark eyes. And I knew he had
an incredible body. There was a gym at the hospital where he had privileges and
Mrs. B said he worked out there. Even if I hadn’t seen him naked, I could see
he was fit. He was dressed for clubbing, just a tight white t-shirt, an
unbuttoned navy dress shirt over that, and jeans. Since I’d been living with
them, I’d seen him dressed more casually, but somehow tonight it was different.
    “How
did I get so lucky, getting not just one but two gorgeous women on my arm?” He
offered one to Mrs. B and another one to me.
    Mrs.
B didn’t seem to mind the way Doc admired my too low-cut, too-short dress. In
fact, she commented on it.
    “Isn’t
she something?” Mrs. B asked as we got into the car, her in the passenger seat,
me in the back. “She’s going to get all the boys tonight. And all the girls.”
    “Oh
I don’t know about that.” I laughed.
    “It
feels so good to be kidless for a little while.” She sighed happily, leaning
back in her seat and turning on the radio.
    “Enjoy
it,” Doc said. “Because we’re going to be up nights pretty soon.”
    “I
know.” She smiled over at him, sliding a hand over his leg. “We’ve done it
before, we can do it again.”
    “How
are you feeling about the whole baby thing, Gretchen?” Doc asked, meeting my
eyes in the rear view mirror as he stopped at a light.
    “Who
doesn’t love babies?” I asked.
    The
club was dark and they’d decided to do an eighties night for their opening, so
we walked in to Hungry Like a Wolf by Duran Duran. Doc walked us to a
table and then went to the bar to place an order for drinks. I sat back, looking
around, taking it all in. They made it ladies night, so Mrs. B and I had gotten
in for free. As an advertising ploy, it had worked. The place was packed.
    “Want
to dance?” Mrs. B leaned in to talk to me, but she still had to yell. She
nodded toward the dance floor, already loaded with writhing bodies.
    “Let’s
wait for Doc!” I yelled back. I needed some liquid courage before I got up to
dance in this dress.
    Thankfully
he returned loaded down with drinks, sliding into the booth next to Mrs. B.
There were booths lining one wall, tables against the other. The rest was a
dance floor, with the DJ up high in a balcony section. High overhead was an old
fashioned disco ball they had turning with multi-colored lights flashing. It
was like old-school clubbing night.
    I
downed my mojito, feeling the alcohol burn my throat and heat my chest.
    “Come
on, baby, let’s dance!” Mrs. B grabbed Doc’s hand, nudging him out of the booth
with her hip, her dress riding high up on her thighs. She glanced back at me, holding
out her other hand. “You too!”
    So
it was the three of us on the dance floor together, mashed up with all of the
rest of the sweaty bodies, Bon Jovi’s Living on a Prayer thrumming
through my whole body. I watched them dance together, their eyes meeting, so
much heat between them I almost had to look away. There were a hundred people
around us and yet the moment was intimate, between the two of them.
    And
then they looked at me, and suddenly, it was between the three of us. I looked
between the two of them, feeling Mrs. B’s hip bumping up against mine, Doc’s
hand sliding over my lower back as we moved together. It was a fast song, but
our movements were slow, sensuous, deliberate. They included me, separate at
first, and then sandwiched between them, Doc behind me, Mrs. B in front, her
arms around my neck, my hands on her hips.
    It
was like sex with our clothes on and the excitement rose, higher and higher,
her breasts pressed to mine, Doc’s hands on my hips, and I felt his cock
against my ass. He was gloriously hard and grinding, making me gasp and
whimper. My reaction made her smile, dancing closer still, her thigh riding up
between