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Callie was sorely tempted to rip the offending limb off and beat him to death with it. She scowled when Evander nudged her forward. “I need shoes.”
“That’s a shame. I like seeing you barefoot, especially naked. Throw in a lovely, round pregnancy tummy, and I’d be in heaven.”
She snorted. “After the complete carnage of today, you’ll be lucky. Some of those kids are gremlins. In fact, they give gremlins a bad name.”
“If they pout like you do, they’ll be cute gremlins. Now, get your ass moving. I’ve got your shoes,” Elias added when she started to speak. “You can put them on in the car.”
What the hell had she done, she thought, to deserve two such bossy men in her life?
*
It turned out they were joining Atticus, Alicia, and their friends for the evening. Because she’d been a brat—Elias’s words—they were apparently the last of the group to arrive at Braun’s fancy BDSM club.
Evander gave her some of the dark history behind the place on the drive over—death and destruction, all thanks to someone’s crazy parents. What was it with parental figures going bat-shit insane? Someone haddiedbecause of some guy having megalomaniac issues, for God’s sake.
Callie wiggled her toes nervously in her pretty blue shoes, thankful Evander couldn’t see them. She suspected he knew more of her tells than he was letting on, which meant she wasn’t able to hide herself as effectively as she was accustomed.
Elias drove their lease car down a long drive, pulling into an empty parking space when they reached the already mainly occupied lot. “We’ve arrived at our destination, Sir.”
“Don’t start with that Sir crap again, Elias. We’ll get on much better.”
“Force of habit,” he replied with a chuckle.
“I have ways and means of changing undesirable habits.”
Callie watched the exchange with rapt curiosity, her head twisting with each verbal volley. If they didn’t take such pleasure in having her between them, she’d swear on any Bible that they were gay; the heat shimmering from one man to the other and back again was tangible.
She wondered if they realized it.
A pulse of painful bliss bit her clit at the thought of themtogether. Would it be really weird or unexpectedly hot?Shethought it was definitely a sexy notion, especially with them being so big and rugged. Those broad hands running down arms thick with muscle, hard chests pressed together as they kissed…
Fuck, she should maybe consider a change of genre. All the time she was spending with the guys was warping her sense of innocence.
She jerked back to attention as the driver’s side door shut, and the one next to her opened. Sitting as still as she possibly could—her coping mechanism for the irritating jewelry terrorizing her sexual nervous system during the drive—she let her eyes slide over to the open doorway.
“You can get out now, minx.”
That was an option, she supposed, if she wanted her clit to pop off from the pressure as she rolled around on the ground in the throes of an orgasm. “You two can go ahead. I-I need to…freshen up.”
“Outside?”
“Yes.” Was that strangled sound her voice?
“Our girl’s on edge, Eli. Give her a hand out.”
To her horror, the big donkey reached in and snagged her wrist, hauling her from the vehicle. The sudden movement jostled her poor nubbin, weakening her knees with a thick surge of indescribable sensation. “Oh.”
The dark-haired jackass laughed, hooking an arm around her waist. “Shocking you is becoming one of my daily highlights, Callie. I’ve never known anyone with such an expressive face.”
“Wait until the clamp comes off.” Evander climbed from the car, stretching his long frame with a soft groan. He shut the door; Elias locked the vehicle.
They escorted her toward a long building constructed of wood and a hell of a lot of glass. Eli kept his arm around her middle, tucking her in close, while Evander’s slid around her shoulders, keeping her sandwiched between them.
Her heels clicked on the concrete pathway in the same nervous rhythm as her heartbeat.Tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick.Her stomach twisted nervously as she was propelled toward a wet-lit portico by strong, immovable arms.
The outside of the club was lovely, from what she could see. Someone had spent time building the base out of stonework, four feet of it, before the structure became constructed from wood. The glass in the windows was clear but dark, telling her it was either treated to keep nosy nellies from seeing in, or the room beyond wasn’t in use.
Bushes filled the space between the path and the club, but three in particular caught her attention. She wasn’t green-fingered, so she didn’t know what kind of bushes they were. That didn’t matter.
