Chapter Thirty-Nine

We’re walking down the busy streets of Seattle, the city lit up by the night lights. I’m wearing a black bodycon dress that has a scoop neck but is completely backless. It’s my favorite for two reasons. One, it shows off everything in just the right places, and two, no bra is required. Win-win.

Zay and Dom are both wearing black dress shirts. While Zay wears black jeans because I don’t think he owns anything else, Dom is wearing black slacks because, again, I don’t think he owns anything else. There isn’t a pop of color on any of us apart from my red lip stain, and honestly, if that doesn’t sum up our personalities, I don’t know what does.

We come up to a club, and Dominic and Zayden both skip the line, both on either side of me, arms wrapped around me as we walk straight up to the bouncer. One look at the guys and he’s opening the rope and letting us through. I glance at both of them suspiciously, but Dominic’s face is impassive, and Zayden gives me a smirk and a wink as we move through the long hallway.

Dominic tosses out cash for our covers to one of the employees before we step into what is practically another world. The music is thumping so hard the walls are shaking, and the dance floor is absolutely packed. We don’t make it five steps through the door before a man in a nice three-piece suit is rushing up to us.

“Mr. Graves.” He addresses Dom before doing the same to Zay. “It’s a pleasure to have you join us tonight. We have a VIP section reserved for you if you’ll follow me.”

“Thank you, Sean,” Dom says easily as we follow after who I’m assuming is the manager up the stairs.

“How does he know you guys?” I ask in Zayden’s ear.

“You know Dominic. Always an entrepreneur,” he teases.

I frown at that before turning to Dom.

“You own this place?”

He looks down at me and nods, pressing a kiss to my head before we crest the corner to a lavishly decorated area. The black leather booth and jet-black table top oozing simple elegance as a waitress in lingerie comes up to us, smiling widely.

“What can I get you all?”

“Tequila?” Zayden suggests.

“No!” Dom and I shout at the same time, turning to each other and chuckling before I look at her.

“Can I do a vodka tonic?”

“Same,” Dominic and Zayden say simultaneously.

The girl nods and rushes off to the VIP bar as my eyes roam over the area. There are four other booths up here, two of them taken up by a group of well-dressed guys. My eyes linger on one in particular. He looks familiar. His arm is wrapped around a gorgeous woman with jet-black hair as she tells him something that makes his blonde head throw back with a laugh.

I feel a sharp pinch come from my side, and I look to see Zayden glaring at me. I roll my eyes at his insecurity before I speak.

“I feel like I know him. Who is that?”

Dominic and Zayden both look at the guy before Dominic speaks.

“Trevor Michaels, quarterback for the Crusaders.”

Ah, that makes sense. I don’t watch football personally but the guys at the bar usually have me put it on every Sunday during the season.

“Two boyfriends is plenty, angel,” Zayden scolds with a tight jaw.

I scoff at him before pressing a kiss to his lips. His bunched-up shoulders relax immediately as his hands begin running up and down my body. I pull away from him, though, and reach a hand behind Dom’s neck. He comes to me easily, bending down to deepen the kiss, while Zayden seems to refuse to let go of me.

Feeling a presence beside me, I see the waitress set down our drinks on the table, giving me a subtle wink of encouragement as she does. So she’s obviously a girl’s girl, and I instantly love that.

I pick up one of the drinks, tossing it back in one go before I hand it to her. She laughs lightly.

“Another?”

I nod eagerly. “Keep them coming, please.”

Zayden chuckles. “Better take it easy, angel, or we’re gonna be carrying you out of here.”

“That’s the plan.” I wink.

Three more vodka tonics later, I’m bordering the line between super buzzed and drunk when I grab the guys’ hands and drag them to the dance floor. They dance with me for a song or two, but both end up pulling away and watching me with appreciative smirks. I watch as Dom and Zay both take turns sending murderous glares to all the men around me. Slowly, the packed dance floor begins to part around me, and it actually makes me a little sad. I want to dance and have fun, but they aren’t dancing with me and forcing everyone to back away from me like I have the plague.

When I turn my head, I lock eyes with a gorgeous brunette. Her hair is in large barrel curls, touching her low back as she dances. The red dress she’s wearing fits her like a glove and makes her tits look like they defy gravity. My eyes rake over her from head to toe. God, she’s literally perfect. What I wouldn’t do to have toned legs like that or practically glowing, creamy skin like hers.

She gives me a slow smile before curling her finger toward me. I don’t hesitate, slowly making my way deeper into the thick of the crowd, as I come to stand a bit in front of her before I continue dancing. Now that I’m closer, I can tell that her eyes are emerald green, so bright they practically shine despite the near pitch-black club around us.

Her eyes seem to look me up from head to toe, assessing me the way I just did her. When her eyes come back up to mine, she gives me a smile that has heat flushing through me.

“Your eyes are incredible,” she practically shouts to be heard over the music.

“So are yours!” I say.

She smiles at me before wrapping her arms around my waist, dragging me into her until I’m straddling her leg. I take up the same stance as we start dancing together, using each other to grind and move our hips. Her hands don’t stay on my back for long before they’re wandering lower, cupping my ass and pulling me against her harder. I feel my dress rise at the move, but I don’t bother to pull it down, enjoying the friction her thigh is providing me as I continue grinding against her.

We dance like that for a minute or so before she releases my ass, riffling through her purse and coming out with two white tablets. She puts one on her tongue before offering me one. I frown at her.

“What is it?”

“E, baby.” She smiles, pushing some of my hair away from my neck as she leans in to talk in my ear.

“I’ve never done it before,” I admit.

“I’ll help you,” she says, her lips accidentally brushing my earlobe as she speaks.

Before I have a chance to speak, an arm is wrapping around my stomach and yanking me backward, a deep voice in my ear.

“What the fuck are you thinking, baby?” Dom’s voice practically growls as he begins dragging me through the club.

I look to see Zayden practically screaming at the girl, his hands twitching at his sides like he’s having a hard time controlling them. They fall out of view, though, when Dom begins practically carrying me down a hallway. We aren’t near the VIP section, this looks more like an employee’s only area before he pushes a door to our left open and drags me inside.

There is a couch and a couple of chairs, almost like it’s a private little hangout area. The club music is still thumping in the room, and I can’t help but move to the beat. Dominic is staring at me with an unimpressed look when Zayden slips into the room, an equally grumpy look on his face. God, it’s almost hard to tell them apart when they are both sulking like this.

“Whatttt?” I draw out with a soft giggle, the buzz from all the drinks hitting me at full force.

“That was reckless,” Dominic says.

“And stupid,” Zayden finishes.

I roll my eyes as I continue dancing.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You were about to take drugs,” Dominic says.

“From a fucking stranger!” Zayden fumes.

Do they always finish each other’s sentences, and I’m just now realizing it?

“But I didn’t,” I point out unhelpfully before I break off on a laugh.

Zayden closes the distance between us, coming up from behind me and whispering against my neck as he speaks.

“You wanted to, though. You were letting her run her hands all over your body. What else were you going to let her do to you, angel?” he asks, his hand running down my body before coming to the hem of my dress, slipping underneath as he pushes a finger past my panties and inside me.

I inhale at the intrusion before a breathy moan falls from my lips.

“She’s fucking soaked, brother. I think grinding with that little club rat got our girl all hot and bothered.”

“Oh really?” Dominic says, moving toward me and caging me in from the front.

I feel his hand slip beneath my dress as well before he also forces a finger inside me. My head rolls back, resting against Zayden’s chest, as Dom practically purrs, “Fuck, baby. Did you like her smooth body against yours? Were you wondering what it would be like to feel her lips on yours, her tongue on you?”

My pussy pulses at his words, and I nod my head. She was beautiful, no doubt about it, and in that moment, I probably would have done more than kiss her. I’ve never been with a woman, and never really thought I was attracted to women, but I may be retracting that prior way of thinking because the idea of hooking up with her has my pussy practically drenched.

The guys, my guys, continue finger fucking me together, forcing my pussy to spasm and clench with each thrust.

“I know she’d love it,” Zayden says. “I don’t know how I’d like that, though,” he says with almost a pout.

“Aw, come on. Every man loves a little girl on girl.” I smile lazily as I look up at him.

“Fuck yes, but I can’t be certain I wouldn’t snap her neck the instant you were done with her just for touching you.”

“Zayden!” I laugh in both shock and horror.

“What?” He shrugs innocently, like there is nothing wrong with using a human for pleasure before killing them.

I shake my head as Dom’s thumb drops to my clit, rubbing quick circles against me that have my hands bracing against his shoulders.

“Let go for us, baby. Let us see you soak our fingers with your sweet cum.”

One of them pushes deeper inside of me, pressing against my G-spot and sending a white light sparking behind my eyes. I practically scream my release as I begin thrusting against their hands, desperate for every bit of pleasure possible. Once my orgasm subsides, I let out a choppy breath before giving them a sloppy smile.

I open my eyes, looking to see Dom first. I loop my hand behind his neck, forcing his mouth against my own as our tongues tangle together. We’re roughly broken apart when Zayden yanks me away, claiming my mouth for his own. Again, we’re only together for seconds before Dom rips me away from him, picking up where we left off. I’m in the middle of a metaphorical, or not so metaphorical, I suppose, game of tug of war. Honestly, between these two godlike men, I’m not mad about it.