Chapter 4
FOUR
EROS
She’s…coming.
She’s fucking coming, on a bar stool, in the middle of my bar, with what I’m now gathering is a toy buried deep inside her cunt.
One that I enabled.
I’d known they were up to no good, could hear Lala making these sweet little noises as Suki leaned in and stole the softest of kisses, but I hadn’t, in my wildest-fucking-dreams, thought they were doing this.
Hitting the button a second time, I watch as Lala’s body relaxes, her forehead falling to Suki’s shoulder as she catches her breath. My cock—the damned bastard—kicks against my jeans, wanting nothing more than to replace the toy and drive into her heat.
Thirsty fucker.
Clearing my throat, I slide the device back to Suki and steal a quick glance behind me.
No one’s watching, everyone either caught up with the game or their own conversations, but that doesn’t mean they weren’t just thirty seconds ago.
Turning back to the girls, I lean in closely, which proves to be a huge mistake because I can smell her.
Them.
Their arousal.
“As riveting of a performance as that was, you guys can’t do that here,” I all but choke out, holding Suki’s deep caramel gaze as best I can.
“Riveting, huh?” she muses, raking Lala’s hair out of her face. “So you enjoyed it…”
“Is grass green?” I toss back. “I’m sure every man in here who caught wind enjoyed it, too.”
The little minx waves off the last bit without care as Lala rights herself, her breaths still shallow, cheeks an enticing shade of pink. The satiated, wicked glimmer in those silvery orbs isn’t lost on me, either. “Care for a private encore?”
An encore?
“You can’t be serious?” I seethe, though my cock very much likes that idea. “Did you not hear the part where I said you guys can’t—”
“She doesn’t mean here,” Suki explains, and when I flick my stare her way, she smirks salaciously. “Here wouldn’t be very private now, would it?”
That’s when the lightbulb goes off. Every drop of blood in my veins suddenly heats with wild desire, visions I have no business thinking about sprinting to the forefront of my mind. “What exactly makes you think I’d be interested?”
Both women exchange a look, a long one at that, before succumbing to a fit of laughter. If they hadn’t drawn attention our way yet, they surely did now.
“Is grass green?” Suki parrots my words. “And that’s assuming, of course, that you’re freely available for an encore. If you’re not, forget she mentioned anything.”
Freely available—as in single.
I am, have been for a few years after my whore of an ex cheated on me with the man I considered my best friend, but that doesn’t mean shit.
“To be clear, I’m not agreeing, but just for shits and giggles—how would this even work?”
Lala arches a perfectly manicured brow. “What do you mean?”
“I’m freely available, but by the looks of it, you two are very much not.”
“We’re not, you’re right,” Suki concedes. “But we like to play with others from time to time. Is that a problem?”
“No, I’m just curious. My past experiences have been only with unattached women.”
Very unattached women, most of them strangers with a one-night expiration date.
Suki knocks back the remainder of her drink and slides the glass my way. “It’s simple, really. Wear protection, no means no, and if she drops the safe word, you stop.”
“What’s the safe word?”
“Tonight’s is flamingo.”
“Flamingo?” I laugh questioningly as Suki hooks a thumb at her girlfriend.
Lala shrugs noncommittally and drains her glass as well. “First thing that came to mind. Be glad it’s not one of our old ones like beaver or gooseberries.”
I don’t even wanna know…
I glance between both women, trying to find a hitch in their playful demeanor. “There has to be a catch.”
“There’s not, I can assure you. And frankly, you look like you need to blow off some steam, Grumpmeiser,” Suki coos, jerking my head backward.
“Grumpmeiser?”
“One of the many names we gave you since walking in,” Lala clarifies. “So is that a yes?”
My cock screams as much. I mean, their rules are no brainers.
Any man with common sense—and a shred of decency—would know this.
And despite the fact I wasn’t too keen on them taking up space in my bar, I can’t deny how utterly attracted I am to them.
They’re right, too. I do need to blow off some steam… But this is fucking crazy?
Is it really, though?
Turning the face of my watch toward me, I take note of the time. “I don’t close for another hour and a half.”
The girls exchange another look before Suki hits me with a bob of her shoulders. “We’re not in a rush. Fair warning, though, our place is about thirty minutes from here.”
“Then it’s lucky for you I live upstairs.” I grin. “Shall I get you two a refill?”