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Oliver only sighed, all the resistance leaving his body. “Let me call Logan.”
Chapter 9
Ithadtobea bad joke. After the most awkward car ride of my life I had ended up in a private room above a sex club with the woman I loved, and my rival, both of whom were listening intently as Logan gave us a tour of the available sex toys.
I had taken a seat on the California King that took up most of the room while I struggled to make sense of my surroundings. The wall directly across from the bed was an enormous window with a one-way tint. I hadn’t noticed it the night before, but the main room of the club was two stories high and had dozens of similar rooms on the second floor. We could see out, but they couldn’t see in, and Logan was quick to assure us that the windows were reinforced and strong enough to hold up to 600 pounds.
The other wall was lined with cabinets chock full of sex toys. They really covered all their bases. Dildos and strap-ons, whips and gags, blindfolds, ropes, pocket pussies, anal beads, even those thin things you stick down men’s urethras - bougies? Whatever they were I was happy to stay far away from them.
Daphne and Donovan were hanging on Logan’s every word as he walked them through all the room had to offer. There was a drawer filled with condoms of more varieties and flavors than I had ever imagined, right next to one stuffed with dental damns and latex gloves. There was no telling how much lube there was in the building. Requited may have been a sex club, but they could have been the poster child for safe and responsible sex.
I hadn’t expected to be set up in a private room like this, and I couldn’t fight the nerves that gathered in my stomach. Whatever Oliver had said to Logan had led to us getting the VIP treatment. What exactly was the plan here? Were we just supposed to sit around and talk about our feelings? I felt suffocated within the dark purple walls and dim light, like I was trapped in a viper’s den.
A knock at the door gathered our attention. A man I had never seen before opened the door, a bottle of Grey Goose in his hand.
“Reese.” It was Logan’s voice, but it was filled with an unexpected brightness. I looked back at him and found his face lit up.Oh. Looked like there was more keeping Logan at the club than just the work. At least that helped explain why one of the core members of the Graves family would end up at a place like Requited.
The man - Reese - smiled as he stepped into the room. He was certainly handsome, but in a quiet way. Logan, and Donovan for that matter, were both handsome in a charismatic, movie star kind of way. Reese was the kind of handsome that could hide in the wings but would dazzle you once you saw him - dark hair, dark skin, chiseled jaw, and a thin crop of stubble across his cheeks. Still, none of them could compare to Daphne, though that might have been the lesbian part of me talking.
“I thought you might need this,” he said, motioning to the bottle.
He set it on the table in the corner - which we had also been informed was sturdy enough to hold multiple bodies at a time - and pulled out three shot glasses.
“Oliver said you three needed some space to work some things out.” Logan crossed to Reese and looped his arm around his waist. “You have this room till morning.” He grinned up at him, oozing seduction. “I’ll take care of the bill.”
Reese only nodded, not swayed by Logan’s charms. “If you need anything, just press the buzzer by the door.”
“I’m not busy tonight, so I’ll come if you call. Otherwise, my Master and I will be downstairs.” He winked, and Reese seemed unsurprised by it all.
With that, they left, and the three of us were alone.
“Those two are definitely fucking, right?” Donovan wasted no time in breaking the silence.
I ignored him. “What are we doing here, Daph? What’s the point of all this?”
Donovan chuckled and went to the table. “It’s obvious, isn’t it?” He unscrewed the bottle and filled each of the shot glasses. He knocked one back before turning back to us. “Daphne needs to choose between us, but she can’t decide.” He shrugged. “I’ve been interested in you for a while too, Marina, so I’m game.”
I frowned. “You’re…interested in me?” I had always viewed us as rivals, and I had assumed he thought similarly.
He just waved his hand. “Don’t worry, I know I’m not your type.” The way he said it made me think he knew I was a lesbian, but I had never said as much to him.
I wasn’t sure what to say, but Daphne intervened by marching over to the table and tossing one of the shots down her throat. She slammed the glass back down on the table, then took the third one as well. When she spun around there was a new fire in her eyes. “He’s right. Let’s settle this.”
I gaped at them, my brain unable to process what they were saying. They wanted to have a threesome? To figure out her feelings? That was the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard. I didn’t even want to have sex with Donovan, or any man.
“You can’t be serious,” was all I could manage. It wasn’t what Daphne wanted to hear.
She stalked towards me without missing a beat and crawled into my lap, straddling me. She was so close I could smell the vodka on her breath. “Won’t you fuck me, Marina?” she whispered into my ear. Her hips ground against me. “I want you.”
Her eyes were glassy and laden with desire. But, there was something else hidden in their depths. Desperation.
I closed my eyes. “Fuck.”
I liked to think I was ready to meet any curveball life could throw at me, but I never expected to find my tongue deep in Daphne’s cunt while she sucked Donovan’s cock. There was a pang of jealousy that had burrowed inside of me, but, as much as I hated to admit it, it was kind of hot. She looked so sweet as she tried to take his cock, and something primal burned as she struggled.
Daphne was stripped completely naked, as was Donovan. She had pulled my shirt over my head before I realized what she was doing, but I still wore my bra.
I had pushed her down and dragged her legs onto my shoulders as I devoured her, and at some point, Donovan had rested her head on his leg for ease of access. I should have hated it; all of it. It should have destroyed me to watch him stroke her head as she choked on his cock, but fuck, it turned me on.
