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Eventually, he gives me a book to read, but I am too distracted to do anything but stare at the pages. As usual, he pretends like nothing of importance has happened while I find myself staring at the wall most of the time. I am not sure how to even describe the rift in the fabric of my reality. How my life has been flipped upside down, and all I can think about ismore.
It must be late evening when we finally get back to the room. Words are still limited on both sides, but it’s not as tense as before. As if we have both figured out a way to walk across the tightrope that exists between us without the fear of making the other person fall.
I can already hear people partying in the common area, the loud thudding music dulling the sharp yells and cheers.
“Drink?” I find myself asking Bastian, feeling restless and full of jittering energy.
He licks his lips and gives me a quick grin. “Sure, Luce.”
My stomach flutters, but I say nothing, simply smiling back.
After showers and a quick change of clothes, we head over. My anxiety spikes when we push through the doors, heads snapping to look at us and I suddenly wonder if everyone knows what happened after Bastian hit Barker with a pool cue.
“Maybe this was a bad idea,” I say quickly, my nervous gaze finding Bastian’s steady one.
“Nonsense,” he assures, placing a hand on the small of my back, ushering me in.
Luckily, the attention does not stay on us long, the dispersed crowd eventually going back to their conversations. While Bastian leads us to a few chairs near the bar, I spot London sitting on Alley Cat’s lap, but I do not bother waving, her lips glued to his. While we wait for drinks, my gaze is continuously lured toward the pool table on the opposite side of the room. Every time I realize what I am doing I startle, quickly looking away as if people would surmise what happened earlier just by me looking at the scene of the crime.
“Here,” Bastian says, handing me a vodka soda.
“Thank you,” I mutter, happy to have something to hold.
His eyes sweep over my face, studying me. “You okay?” he says, but he doesn’t sound worried. No, instead he sounds amused. “Remembering anything of importance?” he adds, and the small grin he lets slip should infuriate me, instead it just makes my cheeks heat.
I try my best to look unbothered, innocent even, while I answer him, happy to play along. “No, nothing of importance.”
He keeps his darkening gaze on me while he hums, taking a sip of his beer, and then slowly sets it down. When he breaks eye contact with me, it’s only for a split second, but I suddenly feel the space between us become so charged, I know exactly who he just spotted before I turn around and look.
As soon as I swivel my head, my eyes land on Barker standing near the corner with some other men from the club. I don’t bother being subtle, his interested gaze already on us. The right side of his face is bruised, his shoulder-length hair covering some but not all of it, his split lip a little swollen but his blue eyes still hold the same need as before. Lust coils low in my stomach at the sight.
I turn back to Bastian, matching his questioning gaze. We do not exchange a single word. I simply nod before taking a slow sip of my drink.
Bastian stands up and then leans down close to my ear. “What Lucy wants, Lucy gets,” he rasps, and I am left breathless, squeezing my thighs together as I watch him walk away.
I turn in my seat, mesmerized as he approaches Barker in slow, assured steps. Leaning close to his ear, Bastian whispers something to him and then points his chin toward me. Two sets of piercing eyes slide to mine. My heart skips a beat as I clutch my vodka soda with both hands. Barker nods, telling something to Bastian I am too far away to make out, and then turns around without a second glance, disappearing behind the double doors.
Bastian gives me a jerk of his head toward the exit, and I’m up on my feet before I can convince myself otherwise. I discard my drink on the bar and take quick strides reaching him in record time.
I follow him out, through the now familiar hallways, all the way to our room. The silence is thick, tasting like honey on my tongue. When we finally turn the corner, I spot Barker waiting outside our bedroom door. With the limited experience I have of him, I have never seen him so serious. His casual smile has disappeared, replaced with serious intent while he tracks our movements. The words are left unspoken while Bastian unlocks the door, letting me walk in first, Barker second.
I step into the room, and face the bed, slightly dazed. When I hear the lock latch, the sound snaps me back to attention. I turn on my heels to find both men watching me. I expect nerves, apprehension even, instead, all I feel is elation, mixed with needy anticipation.
“Take off your clothes, lay on the bed, and keep your legs spread wide,” Bastian says, cutting through the silence. He takes a step closer, and then another. “Don’t move until I say so.”
A small gasp escapes my lips at his demand.
I stay frozen for only half a second before I pull my t-shirt over my head, my curls tumbling over my shoulders when I let it drop to the floor. The bra follows quickly after. I hear a throat clearing close to the door but I don’t look as I diligently continue to take my clothes off, pushing my shorts and panties down my legs, and slowly stepping out of them.
Again, I wait for the usual feeling of shyness, of needing to hide my body from prying eyes but it never comes. I sit on the bed, the mattress creaking under me and then slide myself closer to the pillows. I first glance at Barker, his body tight, eyes hooded. Then, I look over to Bastian, similar heat emanating from his expression, and let my legs fall wide.
Both men move forward, like an instinctual half-step, lured by the sight of me displayed like this and I can’t help but feel powerful for that small fleeting moment.
Bastian’s voice slices the air, low but steady. “Barker, make my girl feel good, won’t you?”
For a small, quiet moment, I am not quite sure what he means, but one look at Barker’s sudden debauched grin answers my question. I feel my chest and cheeks flush, my legs falling even wider open at the sight of him prowling up the bed on his hand and knees. My eyes snap to Bastian as if unconsciously looking for permission, but then Barker’s hot tongue finds my clit and I let out a small whiny moan, my head falling back onto the pillow.
“No need to be gentle, she won’t break,” Bastian growls, a lewd grin dimpling his cheek. “Isn’t that right, Luce?”
