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“Eager to get to him?” His voice comes out in a low grumble, like I’m bothering him by asking.
“Eager to get this over with.” His head snaps in my direction, giving me a view of his light golden eyes. Maybe he can hear the double meaning in that statement or maybe he can detect my hesitancy. Eager to be done with Novak and move on, but also eager to no longer be under their control.
“He should be here soon.” His attention goes back to scoping out the club, roaming over the bar and the visible exit points. Always making sure he’s one step ahead of everyone else, ready to go on the defensive if needed.
Even though I should be doing the same as him, I can’t seem to tear my gaze away from his gorgeous body. He’s wearing his typical black-on-black attire, but he makes it look so damn good. His black button-up tightly molds to his large frame, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, giving me a perfect view of those muscular forearms.
Seeing this man's arms is enough to make my knees buckle from how damn sexy they are. His top two buttons are open, allowing me a little sneak peek of his toned chest and gorgeous brown skin. He has a solid leather belt holding up his black jeans that tightly hug his firm ass, making me want to squeeze it so fucking hard the marks from my fingernails get embedded into his delicious skin. Even his damn black shoes have me ready to go into a tailspin.
Let’s face it. The man is sexy as fuck. He’s every woman’s wet dream come alive, scars and all. He’s a vision with his sharp jaw lined with the perfect amount of stubble and his angry scowl that’s permanently placed on his face, which only makes him that much hotter.
“He’s not going anywhere, darling. You can blink and he’ll still be there.” Blais’ playful tone filters through my ears, pulling my attention away from Theon.
“Shut up.” I push my shoulder into his before I can even stop myself from touching him. He’s giving me the most genuine smile after catching me eye-fucking his best friend, but he doesn’t seem to mind the contact I just initiated.
“Just callin’ it like I see it.” He wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer into his side. His thumb grazes back and forth over my hip, sending a signal straight to my spine. The warmth of his palm seeps through the thin material stretched over my curves, making me wish I was naked under his touch right now. It takes everything in me to not wrap my arms around him, but I don’t want to trigger him. I know he didn’t mind the initial shoulder bump, but I don’t want to risk going full force on him and ruining the plan.
Butterflies fill my stomach knowing he’s getting better with the connection. Even if they do end up killing me, at least I can know that I had a part in helping Blais overcome some of the pain he holds from his traumatic childhood.
Instead of ruining the moment, I inhale his sandalwood cologne. His crisp gray shirt perfectly balances out his pale pink hair. Instead of wearing a button-up like Theon and Ace, he went for a simple Henley to pair with his tight black jeans that have rips in the knees. He even concluded his look with black combat boots, giving him the perfect mix between an emo rocker and a sexy playboy. I just wish I could see more of the intricate tattoos that line his body.
“Alright, sit over there while we wait for Novak to arrive,” Ace demands, standing at the railing, watching the crowd below. Being up here feels like I’m the queen of the castle looking down at everyone in the kingdom.
It’s apparently the VIP section that’s reserved for them and their entourage of the night, but right now, it’s just us here. Anyone could look up and see what we’re doing, but with the intimidating stares coming from the guys, no one would dare look here unless asked to.
The booth is a neutral gray, shaped in an open semi-circle, showcasing a perfect view of the dance floor, but I’m not going to just sit there and look pretty.
“How about no.” I slip out of Blais’ hold and push my body into Ace’s, just as he turns around to face me.
My chest presses into his torso as I tilt my chin to meet his angry face. The fiery gaze meeting mine would be enough to burn me alive if I was a weaker woman, but all it does is make my skin ignite with lust. Even if he’s the biggest jerk I’ve ever met, the jackass makes me horny as hell.
“What did you say, temptress?” His low, raspy voice promises punishment for defying him.
“I said no. I’m in this, so I’m not sitting in the background like a little toy waiting to be played with.” Bringing my hand up, I pat his cheek condescendingly, letting him know he can’t push me around right now.
Before I can pull my hand away, he latches onto it forcefully, squeezing my wrist. “I thought you liked playing games?” He quickly looks over my shoulder before returning his gaze to mine. His other hand grabs onto my hip before a solid body presses into my back, pushing me harder into Ace’s chest.
Looking behind me, Blais’ gorgeous face comes into view. It’s full of lust and desire, but it’d be more surprising if the man wasn’t horny.
“Do you want to play a game with us, darling?” Blais whispers in my ear as he runs his finger down the side of my face to my neck, before he wraps his large palm around it, giving it a squeeze. My heart races as his rough skin threatens to torment me.
Do I? Honestly, I know they’re messing with me, but I can give it right back. They play games and so can I. Every nerve in my body is alive, ready for them to touch me, play with me, use me.
Fuck, maybe I am a needy whore when it comes to them, but it’s hard to resist these assholes. My thighs slowly rub together, feeling the dampness soaking my panties already. They’ve barely even touched me, and I’m already dripping wet for them.
Opening my mouth, I attempt to agree, but no words come out, so all I can do is nod.
A little too eagerly.
“You’ve gotta use those words. Tell us what you really want.” Ace takes my attention away from Blais, sending my body into even more of a crazed state. The authoritative tone of his voice makes me want to give in, but it also makes me want to defy him because of the promise of punishment laced within it.
“Yes,” I choke out as Ace’s hand trails across the exposed skin between the top and the skirt of my dress, forcing goosebumps to erupt across my stomach.
“Yes, what?” he growls.
“Yes, I want to play.” Lord, I’m giving in way too easily. I should be putting up a fight, I should be arguing, but the thought of having these two right now is all I can focus on.
“Good girl,” Blais says, squeezing my neck harder, pulling me back into his body, allowing Ace to straighten up.
