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Mav almost spits out his beer at my words, coughing when he swallows it instead.
“Poor, sweet, girl,” Tyler chuckles, pulling me toward him. “Give them to me.”
He deftly moves up my thighs, ripping them right off of me. My jaw is still open as he’s tucking them into his pocket.
“I’m going to need to go shopping for panties,” I sigh.
“Does this happen often?” Mav asks now that he’s not dying.
“Often enough lately to need to go shopping.” I shrug.
“You lead an exciting life, Layla,” he smirks. “Want that tequila shot?”
“Please,” I say.
One more drink won’t hurt anything and I want to explore the club.
“Are you okay?” Tyler asks into my ear as Mav orders my drink.
“I got an apology, an orgasm, and Atlas told me he fucked me over five years ago because he was running away from his feelings for me,” I tell him softly.
“Well fuck,” he mutters. “I need a shot too, Mav. Can’t let you drink alone, Little Flower.”
Tyler hasn’t had anything else to drink, so I smile brightly at him. God, it feels so much better not to be wearing wet panties. Grinding while dancing always sounds like a great idea until you’re greeted with the aftermath.
Totally worth it, even if I have a lot to think about. Words don’t make things better, even though his gray-green eyes were sincere.
“Layla?” Mav asks, handing me my shot. Nodding, I clink my glass against Tyler’s before drinking it. Funny enough, that one didn’t sting as badly and there’s a warm feeling in my tummy.
“Thank you, anyone want to go exploring?” I tease. Three sets of eyes turn predatory as they grin. I find I really like Mav’seyes on me right now. Maybe it’s the tequila, but I want to do something fun and a little outrageous.
“Absolutely,” Tyler says. “This is one of the only times we can get away with it. Everyone signed their NDA, and there’s a no photo policy inside of the club. I think I need you to sit on my face, Baby.”
I have no air in my lungs as I stare up at him. I think I just fell a little farther in love with Tyler Mallard. Damn, I need that right fucking now too. My pussy is a hussy, and I love it.
“I think you just became the prey, mate,” Draven snickers.
“If you don’t almost die because her thighs tried to murder you, then you’re not doing it right.” Tyler smirks.
“Do you want a cock with your side of orgasm, madam?” Draven asks, as we start to walk, in a really terrible French accent. Barking a laugh, I shake my head no before reconsidering and doing the opposite.
“So yes, you want my cock, Lovely?” he croons.
“Yes, please,” I tell him, biting my lip. Mav ambles along next to us, watching in amusement.
“You’ve bitten off a lot between the two of them,” he says with his brow raised.
“Are you questioning if I can handle them, because I’ll have you know I absolutely can,” I inform him before blushing to the roots of my hair. I’m not as naturally blonde as Lennon, so my roots are brown. I have to get it touched up occasionally, because I’ve never liked how it washes me out. I started to dye it shortly after I met my sister.
I learned early on from her that if you don’t like something, it’s okay to change it.
“Layla,” Tyler roars with laughter.
“I… fuck,” I sigh, hiding my face.
“Please, go on about how you can take both our cocks, Chickie,” Draven grins as he throws his arm over my shoulder. “Feel free to tell him all about my sexual prowess as well.”
“I don’t think you have any outside of your fancy dick,” Mav teases him. “Layla, does the cock jewelry make that much of a difference? Do I need to get one?”
