Zayne cursed. He knew exactly what Ethan was telling him, and what to do next. He pulled his dick from Dani’s mouth, and as he began to get himself off, Ethan took his lips in a blistering kiss, biting and sucking at them until it was all too much.
Zayne tore his mouth free, coming all over Dani’s face and hair. It was sexy and messy, the way all good fucks should be, and as Ethan reached down to adjust his own dick, he looked back to where Red was standing.
Her eyes were shut and her head was tilted back. She looked as though she were imagining exactly what he’d suspected—what it would be like to be the one down her knees—and that made her perfect.
Red was their third.
“SO, UH, I told you,” Shayla said, as Chloé followed her out of the conference room like she was in some kind of trance. “Thinking about coming here and actually doing it are two very different things.”
Yes. They. Were. And she was still trying to wrap her head around what she’d just seen.
Talk about visual overload, not to mention stimulation. Her body was practically humming with arousal as they made their way back to the bar, and it was all she could do not to excuse herself and go somewhere private to take care of the ache between her thighs.
Wow. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this turned on. In fact, she wasn’t sure she ever had been. Ethan and Zayne were the sexiest men she’d ever seen in her life, and just thinking about the commanding way they’d taken charge of that woman on the stage made her body heat all over again.
Because what would that be like? To give up control to them for just one night? She shook her head, hardly believing where her mind was going. Was she really imagining herself as the woman kneeling at their feet? Because that wasn’t like her at all.
She didn’t do well at being ordered around. She’d always been headstrong and fiercely independent. So to find herself fantasizing about being so compliant was shocking, to say the least.
Then again, according to Shayla, everyone in that room wanted to be at the “bosses’” mercy.
“You’re being unusually quiet over there,” Shayla said as she found them a seat back at the bar.
“Am I?” Chloé climbed up onto her stool and found it a little more…difficult to get comfortable this time.
“Yes. Yes, you are. Are you okay?”
She was more than okay. She felt as though her eyes had been opened for the first time, and she couldn’t help but wonder where Ethan and Zayne were now. Where had they gone after Zayne untied that woman and scooped her up in his arms?
“Chloé?”
“Huh?” She turned to see Shayla looking at her expectantly.
“I asked if you were okay.”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Great, actually.” She bit down on her lip and looked around. “Do you know where they would’ve gone after…” She paused, not really knowing how to describe what they’d just seen.
“They? As in Ethan and Zayne?”
“Mhmm.” Chloé did another quick scan of the bar, this time not batting an eyelash at the activities taking place around her.
“Whatever you’re thinking, stop it.”
Chloé pulled a face. “I’m not thinking anything.”
“Bullshit. Ugh, I knew bringing you here was a mistake.”
“What? Why?”
“Because you don’t understand the meaning of the word no. That’s your fathers’ fault, not yours, but still, you see something you want and you have to have it.”
“And what’s wrong with that?”
“In this situation? Everything.” Shayla sighed and shook her head. “Can I trust you to behave while I use the restroom? Or do I need to pay the bartender to play babysitter?”
Feeling bad for stressing her cousin out, Chloé smiled and patted Shayla’s arm. “Go. I promise to sit here and be on my best behavior.”
Shayla narrowed her eyes, but slipped off her stool. “I won’t be long.”
Chloé nodded and shooed her on her way, and as she watched Shayla disappear, an all-too-familiar voice asked, “This seat taken, Red?”
Chloé’s back automatically straightened and her thighs clenched, as she slowly turned on her stool and came face to face with Zayne. He was fully dressed now, in a tight black t-shirt and ripped blue jeans. But all she could see as she stared at him was his naked body as he stroked his long, thick—
“You can speak, can’t you?”
“Yes,” she blurted out, then cleared her throat. “And the seat isn’t taken, as far as I know. Though I’m pretty sure everyone in here would give it up for you anyway.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized how they could be taken—and so did he, judging by the way he ran his eyes down over her.
Chloé’s heart began to thump, and all she could think was: I promised to behave. I promised to behave.
“We still talking about the seat, Red?” Zayne slid onto the stool, his feet still touching the floor even after he sat. “Or is there somethin’ else you want to give up to me?”
“Um…” She wasn’t one to usually get stuck for words, but after everything she’d seen this man do tonight, her brain had ceased functioning.
“Would it help if you whispered it in my ear?”
“No.” She laughed at his audacity, and that cocky bad-boy smile from when he’d walked up on stage reappeared. “You think you’re really charming, don’t you?”
“What? You don’t think I am?” He feigned a hurt expression, and Chloé shook her head.
“I think you’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”
“Hmm, but at least I’m wearing clothes now.”
Chloé’s cheeks heated at the reminder, and an image of Zayne’s pierced and tattooed body flashed through her mind.
“Can I get you a drink?” He gestured for the man behind the bar, but Chloé shook her head.
“No. I’m fine.”
“You sure? It’s on the house.”
That’s right. This is his house, she reminded herself, but again shook her head.
“Boss,” the bartender said as he came to a stop opposite them. “The usual tonight?”
“No, let’s go with something a little stronger. Four Horsemen?”
“You got it.”
The bartender pulled out four bottles of liquor, and as he poured them all into a glass, Chloé’s eyes widened.
“Not much of a drinker?” Zayne asked.
“No. But even if I was, one sip of that would knock me flat on my back.”
Zayne picked up the glass and held it her way. “Then be my guest.”
Chloé laughed. “Nice try.”
“Can’t blame a guy for trying.”
She licked her bottom lip, feeling a little braver now. “Is that what you’re doing?”
“It better be,” someone said.
Zayne’s eyes shifted over her shoulder, and Chloé knew exactly who was standing behind her—Ethan.
She swallowed and gripped her purse a little tighter as he walked by her and stopped by Zayne’s side. Still dressed in his fitted black suit, he was a much more intimidating presence than Zayne. Add in the stern line of his mouth and intense eyes focused on her, and it was all Chloé could do to sit still.