“I got something that will help,” Ezra said, handing me a bottle of tequila from beneath the seat and wrapping a sweater he’d left in the car around me.
“You’re definitely a few drinks behind us,” Cole assessed from the back. “Time to catch up.”
I laughed, pushing the bottle away. “Night’s over. I don’t want to get drunk right before I go to bed.”
“Night is definitely not over,” Ezra disagreed. “I say we all come back to my place and hang out in the heated pool.”
It was tempting. I was well aware of the fact that this would be the first time we were alone after putting our relationship out in the open. Was I willing to see where this night could lead?
I snatched the bottle and took a long sip, earning loud cheers from the three men. Ezra’s arm appeared around my shoulders and pulled me into his chest. “That’s our girl,” he said with a kiss.
“Are you sure we shouldn’t stop by Abel’s?” I asked, still worried about the lead singer. He had texted Ezra before we left the venue that he was tired and had gone home early in an Uber.
“Nah.” Ezra shook his head. “He’ll sleep it off and hopefully be over whatever came over him in time for our last session tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Abel’s quick disappearance seemed strange to me, but the guys knew him better, and I had to trust their judgement of the situation.
By the time we arrived at Ezra’s home, we were nearly finished with the bottle, and I was tipsy.
He turned on the lights and led us to his living room. During all my visits here, I’d never spent a lot of time in this room. My eyes immediately settled on the enormous framed photograph hanging above the fireplace.
I giggled as I looked at it while taking off my shoes. “Wow. That’s bound to get whoever you bring back here in the right kinda mood.”
It was a cover ofRolling Stonemagazine featuring the five men of Bleeding Moonlight, shirtless and draped over a single couch. They must have trained particularly hard before this shoot, because they all looked unbelievably ripped and seductive.
“Is it working on you?” I could hear the smirk in Cole’s voice as he wrapped his bare arms around my waist. In the time it had taken me to appreciate the photo, he had stripped down to just his jeans.
I swallowed, anticipation and excitement building inside my body. Of course it was fucking working. It would have worked on a goddamn street pole. “Maybe.”
He chuckled, his breath hot on my neck. “Let’s go to the pool.”
“I don’t have a bathing suit.”
“We won’t look,” Ezra said as he rummaged for something in the fridge. “Promise.”
“Liars.”
Laughing, Cole spun me around, his eyes sparkling with alcohol and lust. “Come on. I’m getting cold.”
He tugged on my hand, and I let him lead me through the living room and out into the backyard where Silas was already taking his clothes off.
“Ezra told me about your conversation,” Cole said in a low voice as he nudged up the hem of my shirt.
I blinked at him before pulling it over my head. “Oh?”
His eyes lingered on my chest before leveling back up to my face. “I just want you to know, me and him are on the same page about this. About you.”
The tequila was making me bold. “You like the idea of all of you sharing me?”
His eyelids fluttered as he took a ragged breath. “Yeah. I fucking love it.”
He dropped on his knees and started to undo my pants with his teeth.
“Jesus,” I groaned. Was it weird to be impressed with how efficient he was with his mouth?
The zipper down, he tugged on the fabric until it fell around my ankles. I stepped out my pants, and the cold night air sent a shiver through me.
Ezra had made it outside and was watching us with obvious interest, while Silas sat on the edge of the pool, drinking my body in with his eyes.
