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“You gonna show me where your sitting or are all three of these for you?” he mumbles, drawing me out of my internal struggle of brain versus vagina.
“Oh uh, yeah sure, umm, this way,” I force out as I quickly turn, ready to haul ass back to the safety of my table. Except, I spin so quickly, that I trip over my heels and slip on the shiny concrete surface. If you’ve never worn heels, you wouldn’t understand the struggle to stay upright.
Thick, strong fingers dig into my elbow, catching me before I fall. His hand wraps tightly around my thin arm and I’m pulled into a large, hard body. My heart races and I’m not sure it’s from narrowly avoiding catastrophe, or from the dark presence that’s glued to my back.
“Watch where you’re going, Lavender,” he grunts as he pulls me in tighter against his body.
I gulp. Why the fuck would he just call me that? It has to be a coincidence.
His hand slides up from the crook of my arm, tracing my skin as he goes higher, higher, higher. My eyes close and my head tilts back, dropping onto his chest. I haven’t seen him yet, but Iknowwho he is. Every single time I’m near this man, even if it’s across the gym, I’m acutely aware of his presence.
Our eyes always gravitate toward one another. It’s like there’s some sort of invisible pull between us, yet neither one of us are willing to act on it.
Mario’s hand glides up my arm and across my shoulder, showing no signs of stopping in his slow, torturous movements. He drags his fingertips gently, almost teasingly, until he reaches my collarbone. His fingers trace the dip between bone and skin slowly, from one side to the other. My heart is thumping so hard in my chest that I know he can feel it. His breath tickles my ear as he leans in closer to me.
“Wearing this dress should be a sin. Every man in my club wants to fuck you right now. Was that your goal? To tease them until they beg you to let them have you? Hmm? Do you enjoy making every cock in here hard?”Oh, my fucking shit.
He continues his assault on my chest, dipping his finger to trace the deep plunge of the sweetheart neckline. I can’t move, can barely breathe. My eyes remain closed, my body unmoving, too terrified to break the spell we’re under. My pussy is dripping, my clit throbbing, and my nipples begging for his teeth.Their teeth.
“Does that include your cock?” I whisper. The music may be loud, but I know he heard me, judging by the pause in his movements.
“What do you think?” he murmurs as he grinds the evidence of his arousal into my ass. I moan like the slut I am, making his chest rumble. “Don’t talk about my hard cock unless you’re willing to take care of it, Lavender.”
The name breaks the spell and my eyes shoot open. I pivot quickly, coming face to chest with the fucking pinnacle of my wet dreams. I swallow hard as I look up, finally,finally,I’m close enough to this man to see his face.
And damn, he was worth the fucking wait. His face is chiseled masculine perfection. His jaw is sharp and covered in days of scruff, but it doesn’t look lazy on him, it looks powerful as hell. His lips are plump and his eyes are golden brown. I bite my lip to stifle the moan building in my throat. I want him. This man right here? I want him so badly and in such filthy fucking ways that my mother would drop dead if she heard my thoughts.
“Why do you keep calling me that?” I ask instead of mewling like a cat in heat.
Mario reaches up and twirls a piece of my violet hair around his finger before giving it a rough tug. “I’d think it’s obvious, no?”
“Look, not that this isn’t cute, but where can I set these drinks down?” Zander grunts as he juts his chin toward my table. I take a much-needed step away from Mario and his sexual prowess, getting some distance before I drop to my knees in the middle of this club for him.
“Right, sorry,” I murmur as I once again turn and walk back to the girls.
I reach the table and am met with three mouths hanging wide open as they look from me to the men behind me, and then back to me again. Poppy and Remi have questioning looks on their faces, but Lily looks tickled fucking pink. No, not just tickled. She’s goddamned giddy. She’s clapping her little hands like a four year who was just given tickets to Disneyworld. What the fuck?
“You came!” she squeals, making my eyes shoot comically wide.
“What the fuck?” I hiss, staring at my sister as if my eyes alone can incinerate her. This fucking bitch set me up!
Zander slides the drinks onto the table and drops down onto my chair as Rook brings two more stools over. I’m vaguely aware of what’s going on around me, but I cannot for the life of me drag my eyes away from Lily. She’s looking between the three men with a massive smile on her face. She nods silently, still grinning like a psychopath, as though she’s having a conversation with herself.
“What the fuck is going on, Lil?” I groan as I squeeze my eyes closed and shake my head. It’s a rhetorical question because I already know the answer.
“What? They own the club. I can’t tell them not to show up on their busiest night, can I?” she asks, all condescending and shit.
They own the club? Of course, they fucking do. Mario called ithis clubafter all. I was just too turned on with his hands on me to realize it at the moment.
“Do you know them or something? I’m so fucking confused right now,” I say as I rub my temples with my eyes closed.
I’m still standing when I feel hands brace themselves on my hips and before I know what’s happening, I’m being lifted into the air as though I weigh nothing. I’m deposited gently onto one of the stools which is then tugged right next to Rook whose also sitting. His arm drapes over my shoulders and he tucks me into his side.
“Why are you talking about us like we’re strangers, Flower?” he murmurs into my ear. I shoot my head in his direction and almost fall off my chair when I find were only an inch or two apart.
“Because we are strangers! I don’t even know your names!” I screech as I toss my hands up.
Has everyone gone crazy? All three of them are just touching me and tugging me around like we’re besties. Lily is looking at the four of us like we’ve just announced our engagement. Remi is smiling like the Cheshire cat. At least Poppy has the decency to look uncomfortable with the men’s proximity.
