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“Yes.” She took a deep breath. “I do.”
“But?” Tony prompted.
“But only with you there.” Though she looked directly at Cale, she addressed Tony. “I’m not looking to hop beds. I’d rather share them.” She attempted a smile as another uncomfortable rush of anxiety shot through her system. At least shesoundedcalm. “Now that my panties are on the doorknob, what about you two?”
Cale set down a length of shelving and dusted his hands on his hips. “Surely you’re not asking if I want you, Blondie. I think all three of us know I’ve wanted you since the first day we met.” When she only stared at him blankly, he added,
“Don’t you remember? You asked me if I had money for the vending machine then spent my ten even though you only needed a buck.”
Marcia couldn’t help but laugh. “I forgot my lunch. I paid you back, didn’t I?” Even as she responded, his statement played on a continuous loop in her head.
Surely you’re not asking if I want you, Blondie.
Hearing it said aloud, seeing the truth in his glacier-blue eyes—oh boy, she hoped she could make it to the club without spontaneously having an orgasm.
“Yeah, makes sense that would turn you on.” Tony shook his head, smiling. “Masochist? You? Never.”
“More like I appreciate a woman with balls.”
Marcia sucked in a deep breath as Cale came closer and tipped her face up to his. He and Tony were only a few inches taller than her five-six, plus her two-inch pumps. Even so, she felt as if she had to crane her neck to meet his eyes.
“Though I have to say,” his gaze dropped, “I appreciate those gorgeous tits more.”
She wet her lips and didn’t reply. But her racing pulse and hard nipples said plenty.
“Gorgeous doesn’t cover it, man. Trust me.” Tony tugged at the flimsy top of her dress, exposing her miniscule pink lacy bra. “Go ahead,” he encouraged Cale.
“Shouldn’t the lady tell me to go ahead?”
“Thank you,” she said, directing her attention to her lover. So much was said in the look they shared. She conveyed her gratitude for his setting up the threesome she hadn’t had the nerve to ask for and also for taking the lead when she wasn’t quite sure of herself. “Go ahead,” she added softly to Cale.
Tony kissed her forehead, the gesture surprisingly tender considering what they were about to do. “My pleasure,” he murmured while Cale’s long fingers freed her breasts.
“Gorgeous doesn’t cover it,” Cale agreed, staring so fixedly at her nipples that they lifted as if they were tugged by invisible pulleys.
“You can touch,” she said, her voice equally soft.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he exchanged a glance with Tony. “Not yet,” he replied finally, closing the hooks he’d just undone. Then he pulled her dress back into place and shot her a grin loaded with promise. “We’ll save that for Kink.”
* * *
“This doesn’t seem too bad, right?” Marcia tossed back the last of her second whiskey sour and smiled at her men. If she didn’t say so herself, they were the hottest guys there.
They were also the only guys she knew, thank God. To ensure that, she’d surreptitiously called Spence from the bathroom to confirm he and Kelly weren’t planning on coming by tonight.
There was being open-minded and then there was just disgusting. Hanging out in the same sex club as your little brother definitely fell into the disgusting category.
Luckily Spence and Kelly were knee-deep in store stuff. He’d been more than a little surprised to hear she was checking out Kink. Of course he’d had to do his full Spencer thing. He’d tried—and failed—to lecture her about the possible dangers of a sex club and what she needed to watch out for. She’d shut him up by telling him the guys she’d be having a threesome with would watch out for her just fine, thank you very much.
She grinned into her drink. God, she loved annoying Spence. Despite his being almost thirty-seven, he would always be her baby brother.
“Suppose it’s okay,” Tony said as he took another swig of his beer.
Blue light spilled over the bar from the sconces high on the walls, glinting off the rows of liquor bottles and adding an otherworldly quality to the room. The music, loud and suitable for grinding up against someone, was standard for this sort of joint. She’d been bumped more than once by couples dancing their way up to grab a drink. Or a handful of someone’s ass. Hers probably still had fingerprints on it from the last guy who’d tried to grope her before noticing how very taken she was.
As a couple of men wandered past, Tony squeezed Marcia’s shoulder, discreetly staking his claim. “Least I haven’t seen any cocks,” he added.
“I know. Dammit.” She hadn’t seen much of anything yet. Anything interesting anyway. Just people drinking and dancing and the occasional overenthusiastic couple executing tongue gymnastics. So far they’d only made it a few feet past the door. The place was freaking packedon a Saturday night.
