5. Christina
Christina
5
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.
The man who was rescuing me (I think?) is totally focused on the scene between his friend and the drunk guy that tried to grab me. I carefully grab my shoes and edge away from the table, taking this moment as my opportunity to escape.
Tonight was supposed to be drama free. A drunk creep and a bar fight top the list of things that I would like to avoid during a peaceful night out.
I study the two large strangers that came to my aid. They are muscular and powerful.
Everything about them screams danger but that doesn’t stop the warmth from pooling in my core.
Hot, powerful, and dangerous? It sets off all my alarm bells. I should get out of here while I still can. Thankfully, they don’t notice my retreat. I’m grateful to them for their willingness to step in but everything about them makes me nervous. Men who act like that aren’t the type of men I want something to do with.
Especially in this city.
I almost make it past them and to the relative safety of the bar when the leaner of the two grabs me by the arm, his touch slipping over my wrist and settling on my hand. He laces our fingers together and drags me away. His grip is tight enough that I have no choice but to follow.
Frantically, I look around for Julia but she’s nowhere to be found.
His pace is fast, and I stumble in my heels. Before I know what’s happening, he stops and scoops me up in his arms, carrying me through the crowd.
What is happening?
He smells of bourbon and cedar. It’s such a uniquely masculine scent. I can’t resist pressing my face against him and inhaling deeply. Should I be concerned with where he’s taking me? One hundred percent, yes.
But, right now, I’m enjoying the way his muscles wrap around my body and the way his scent invades my senses.
He kicks open a door, leading us into a dark, quiet room. I look around, noting it’s some kind of office. It’s hard to see in here – the place is lit by muted sconces along the wall. My nerves start to kick into high gear.
Being alone with a man like this is… intriguing and terrifying at the same time.
He gently sets me down on the ground. I wobble a bit but find my feet.
“Are you all right?” He asks.
I don’t know how to answer that question so I study him instead. The lighting makes it hard to make out the designs of his tattoos that cover his forearms.
There’s something about him.
“I’m fine, thank you,” I say, trying to pull away from him. I need to escape. I can’t stay here with him.
He pulls me closer and my heart skips a beat.
“My friends will be looking for me. I’m fine, really.” I try again, clearing my throat and trying my best to sound confident.
He doesn’t acknowledge my response, just purses his lips and stares at me. The way he looks at me can only be described as hungry. It’s unnerving… and exciting.
He grabs my hand and leads me over to the small couch. He flops down and pulls me with him, situating me on his lap.
I sit stiffly. No one prepared me for what to do in this situation.
He’s large, but of the two that rescued me, he’s definitely the leaner one.
The muscles in his thighs and the strength of his hands are evident when he rubs my arms, his fingers trailing up and down my body in a gentle caress.
He feels good and it makes me shiver with awareness. I don’t hate the way he touches me, but I’m still unsure if I should let him.
I have no business feeling this good in this situation. This man is trouble, so why can’t I walk away?
“Are you cold?” He asks. His voice is deep, and his breath tickles my neck as he leans in.
“No,” I huff a laugh. “You make me nervous.”
Bravery – brought on by the alcohol in my system and the adrenaline from the last few minutes is making me blurt out my thoughts. I cringe at how awkward I sound.
He brought me here – to a quiet and private room. He’s been kind – rescuing me, making sure I’m okay. Honestly, it’s more than I expect from the men of this town.
But what I don’t understand is what he intends to do next.
“Good nervous or bad nervous?” He asks, trailing his fingers along my thigh. There’s amusement in his voice.
I hesitate for a moment, thinking of where we are, and which option is more likely. Did he bring me in here to get away from danger, or to make it more convenient?
“Good nervous,” I say, eventually, with as much conviction as I can. I don’t know if I trust that, but I also don’t think he would force me to do anything I don’t want or hurt me.
He’s not giving off the same vibe as the drunk out there.
And he’s not Matt.
Maybe he’s a good one. If such a man exists.
I swallow hard and take a good look at him.
Physically, he’s nothing like Matt at all. With his dark hair, muscles, tattoos, and style, everything about him screams that he’s a man who knows his way in the world. I run a finger across his knuckles, noting the scars.
This man is a fighter. He understands violence and uses it. Probably daily.
He’s not the soft, pampered, spoiled little trust fund brat who could never get his hands dirty.
Quite the opposite. This man looks as if he’s taken everything he’s ever wanted in life… including me.
I shiver again. Everything about this guy is the opposite of what I want. He’s dangerous, violent, and probably a criminal.
Yet… I don’t remember the last time I’ve found a man this attractive. We’re alone.
I’m a little tipsy. He saved me.
Maybe I should do what Julia is always saying. Live a little.
With a deep breath, I test the waters by wiggling my ass into his lap. He groans, a deep sound that makes me giggle.
His large, calloused hands splay over my bare thighs, holding me tight against him.
Holy wow.
When his fingers dig into my skin, it makes my core clench and my breath start to come in short little pants.
My short dress is bunched up around my hips and every single nerve ending is aware of the way he touches me.
Slowly.
Firmly.
I startle when I hear the door open and close, but he doesn’t stray from his focus.
“Shh, it’s all right,” he croons into my neck. I feel his muscles shift beneath me, encasing me tighter. “You’re alright. You’re safe.”
In some weird way, I believe him. Maybe it’s not the kind of safety I’m used to, but this man – this stranger who has me held up against him, does make me feel safe.
I don’t think I could hide myself if I wanted to, and whoever just walked into this room is going to get a show because I would rather die right now than tell him to stop.
Maybe I need therapy. Maybe I’m just spiraling after the whole shitshow with Matt. I should be disgusted by the very idea.
But the idea of my sexy stranger touching me, displaying me this way – it’s causing heat to pool between my legs.
Oh God.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” He asks. His dark gaze is steady, burning me as he looks me up and down.
I hear the footsteps of the other person behind us, but I can’t turn around to see, my attention held hostage by the man in front of me.
“Your name?” He presses, licking his lips.
His full, perfect lips.
“C-Christina,” I stutter, desperately trying to even out my breathing. I don’t want him to know just how nervous he makes me. I swallow.
“Christina.” My name rolls off his tongue with a slight accent. Italian, I think. I love the way it sounds.
He places several soft kisses along my neck as a reward and my entire body comes alive. More. I want more.
“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”
“What’s yours? Your name, I mean?”
His thumb trails along the inside of my thigh and I temporarily lose the ability to form words.
“Nico. And this is Enzo.” He nods in the other’s direction. Definitely Italian.
The larger man from before sits on the edge of the table across from us. His frame appears even larger in this small space. He hands me a drink. I smile when I realize it’s still sealed.
“Thank you,” I say, looking up at him, realizing how much the two men look alike. Both have dark hair and dark eyes, but there’s a subtle difference this close. This one across from me, Enzo, is softer, kinder, despite his large appearance.
Enzo shrugs. “That asshole is gone, don’t worry, princess.” His dark eyes stare into mine. I could get lost in those eyes very, very easily.
“Took care of him.”
His lips quirk, and he glances over my head at Nico.
“Is she alright?” Enzo asks, this time clearly speaking to Nico.
“She’s fine.” Nico’s hands move to grip my thighs, his thumbs pressing so close to my underwear that I fear he’ll feel how aroused I am from this alone.
“Just a little nervous.” There’s humor in his tone, probably at my sharp intake of breath.
Enzo smiles, leaning closer. “Do we make you nervous, princess? Do you want us to get you a car home?”
The scent of smoke and something coppery clings to his skin. It’s musky and masculine and draws me towards him. I consider his words and what he’s offering.
It’s a choice. One that I didn’t expect to be offered. End tonight now. Go home and take the drunken asshole they saved me from as a sign that I should swear off men for a while.
Or…
Stay. With them.
I look over at Enzo and then down at where Nico’s hands are still moving across my body.
I don’t want to leave.
“N-no. I’m okay.” I stutter.
It’s the truth. I am okay. As for what I want… Well...
“See. I told you she would want to stay.” Nico sweeps the hair from my neck so that he can kiss more of me. “How old are you, Christina?”
I twist on his lap to be able to look at him. He looks young himself. His tan skin is soft, and despite the sharpness of his cheekbones, I can tell he’s around my age.
“Nineteen.”
He grins. “Excellent.”
I stare at him for a minute. “How old are you?” I blurt out.
The second the words leave my mouth; I want to take them back. It’s a dumb question.
Thankfully, he just laughs and rubs his thumb on my thigh.
“I’m twenty-four. And Enzo over here is twenty-two.”
“Oh.” My brain feels like it’s short-circuiting again because I can’t come up with reasonable conversations. “Do you like this club?” I ask, lamely.
Enzo laughs and so does Nico. He brushes my cheek and leans in tantalizingly close.
“I do like this club, beautiful. It’s mine.”
I stare at him blankly.
“You own it? What?”
Who is this guy?
Maybe it’s the alcohol or that I’m not hearing him right.
Nico nods his head. “My dad gave me the place when I turned eighteen.”
Holy Shit.
“That’s quite the birthday present.”
I’ve dated a lot of rich guys in Glendale, it’s not hard when ninety-nine percent of the people are, but that’s a different level of rich. I look back at Enzo, hoping to find solidarity in the shock, but he just watches us and smiles.
“The family business stays a family business on purpose,” Nico says.
“Your family has more businesses?”
My nerves start up again as the chips start to fall into place. I’m really out of my league here.
Nico’s mouth grazes my skin. “I don’t want to talk about me. I don’t want to talk at all, actually.”
My core clenches when I get a glimpse of the hunger and desire swirling in his eyes. This man wants me.
It’s a heady feeling.
“What do you say, Angel? You’ve had a hard night. As the club owner, I owe it to you to make you feel better,” he whispers into my ear, sending goosebumps across my skin. “We can’t let you leave unsatisfied, can we, Enzo?”
“No, that wouldn’t be very chivalrous of us.” Enzo’s eyes darken as he prowls closer. For a large man, he moves with exceptional grace.
Like a natural predator.
Excitement sweeps across Enzo’s face as he gazes at my body. Nico’s teeth drag down the spot where his lips were moments before.
Holy crap, this is happening.
Nico repeats the process, nipping and sucking his way down my shoulder, brushing aside my thin straps so he can get access to all of me.
Nico’s hard beneath me, but it’s Enzo that I can’t take my eyes away from. He palms the bulge visible beneath the fabric of his slacks and I close my eyes to steady myself.
They both want me. I can’t believe this is real life.
I grind against Nico, and his arms immediately tighten around me. I don’t even think I know I’m doing it – it’s an instinct. A primal need.
An automatic response to feeling how one man wants me while seeing the excitement of another.
All because of me.
“Mmm. Aren’t you a bad girl.” Nico’s hands push my thighs apart and my head falls back against him.
“She’s been pretending to be shy, but I think she knows exactly what she wants, Enzo.” His fingers graze my skin until the sensation becomes overwhelming.
I whimper. He’s so close. I need it. My hips buck, hoping for a bit of friction. Anything to quell the ache building inside me.
Nico laughs. “She’s so wet already. Look at her, Poor Tina. You need this, don’t you?”
My chest rises and falls as my heart hammers, and I wait for whatever will happen next.
“Can Enzo touch you, Angel?” He asks. “Will you let him have what he wants?”
I look up at Enzo, my eyes hooded with desire. I watch him as he licks his lips and I desperately want to know how he tastes.
I nod my head shyly.
“Oh no, Angel, that’s not how this works. We need to hear you say it.”
“Y-yes.”
Enzo lets out a long exhale, as if he’s been waiting patiently for that permission since he walked into the room.
Is that why they brought me here? Do they want me that badly?
He drops to his knees before me, taking my beer from my hand and setting it aside. My legs tremble as his fingers hook the sides of my underwear and he slides the fabric down my legs, helping to lift the material around one high heel and then the other.
My instinct is to clamp my legs closed, but Nico doesn’t allow that.
“Don’t hide from us, Angel.”
My eyebrows knit together, and I bite my lower lip. If they get to see me, I want to see them.
It’s only fair. But I don’t have time to say the words as Enzo kisses his way up my thigh.
“You look delicious,” he says. A wicked grin spreads across his face.
I whimper as Nico bites down on my neck, his hands moving to cup my breasts now that Enzo holds my legs apart.
“Can I taste you, gorgeous?” Enzo’s deep voice rumbles against me.
“Oh,” I moan. The feeling against my neck makes it hard to focus on the sensation against my legs.
Can I taste you? Please, God, yes. The words alone make my muscles clench.
“Answer him, Angel,” Nico’s deep voice vibrates against my skin. His fingers stroke my nipples, twisting when I don’t respond.
“Y-yes.” My cheeks heat at my own brazenness.
“She’s so pretty.” Enzo takes two fingers, parting me open. “And so ready.” His tongue circles my clit.
My hips buck as I gasp and shake against Nico, who holds me in place, making me take every second of pleasure.
My eyes slide shut as I release a strangled moan, unable to look at Enzo’s dark curls between my legs. His large hands dig into my soft thighs, forcing me to open for him as he strokes my clit, alternating soft passes against me with small increases in pressure, like he knows just what to do to make me come undone.
“Does she taste as good as she looks?” Nico asks, his voice thick and heavy.
“Even better.” Enzo pauses, looking up at me as he licks his lips, before continuing his worship between my thighs.
I’m breathless in no time, panting, pleading. A sheen of sweat coats my body, and I’m grateful as Nico tugs the neckline of my dress down, allowing the cool air to brush my skin.
“Were you hoping for this?” Nico murmurs into my skin as I shake against him. “I bet you were. You like being a good little slut for us, don’t you, Angel?”
I whimper as he pinches my nipples again.
“Tell me you’re our bad girl, Angel,” he commands.
“I—oh.” My words get trapped in my throat as Enzo’s pace quickens. “I’m your bad girl.” My lips tremble as my hips tilt. Nico’s hard length presses against me as my body twitches uncontrollably. I’m so close already, and they’ve only just started.
I won’t last much longer. And they both know it.
Enzo’s tongue slows, alternating between flicking softly against my clit, to tracing up and down my center, pausing to dip inside me when he knows I’m too close. He repeats this, tortuously bringing me right to the edge before stopping once more.
“Please,” I groan. “Please.” My fingers dig into Enzo’s hair as I try to pull him closer to me.
His eyes roll up to meet mine as his lips close around my clit and suck.
“Enzo,” I scream. The pleasure builds and builds as two men worship me in tandem. Nico’s kisses against my neck become more aggressive, his teeth tugging my skin. I can tell he’s leaving behind marks, but I can’t be bothered to care. Not when his fingers twist around my nipples and make me see stars.
Enzo’s fingers slip inside of me. One at first, stretching me, before sinking in a second. The way he curls his fingers against my wall in time with the increased pressure from his tongue circling my clit is the best thing I’ve ever felt.
“Oh, god. Don’t stop. Please.” My voice is breathless as I lean back into Nico. My legs press against Enzo’s face, trapping him right there.
“Just like that.” My nails scrap against his scalp. “Please. I’m going to come.”
Pain and pleasure mix together. Nico is my pain. Enzo is my pleasure.
I want them – need them – both.
When I don’t think that I can take anymore, when I’m convinced that what I’m feeling is too much, and that I might die – I explode. The timing of their mouths against my sensitive skin pushes me over the edge, my orgasm bursting through me. I cry out and jerk against both of their holds, my scream tearing through my chest as my pussy pulses around Enzo’s fingers.
Holy shit. What did I just do?
Enzo is relentless. He licks me through the rolling waves of pleasure, while Nico strokes my hair until I slump against him, my body wrung out and exhausted.
My chest rises and falls heavily and I have to close my eyes to catch my breath.
What was that? Did I really just let that happen? I’m too tired and too satisfied to feel embarrassed by the state I’m sure I’m in. My nipples are still hard against the cool air, exposed because Nico dismantled the top of my dress to free me of my clothes. My knees are shaking against Enzo, who lingers there, preventing me from closing my legs or pulling down my dress.
“Good girl,” Enzo says, approvingly, finally standing and letting me go. “You did so good, princess.”
I feel a press of lips against my forehead, but I’m too sated to open my eyes and see which man did it.
“So beautifully responsive for us, Angel,” Nico agrees.
Blindly, I reach back against me, finding Nico harder than before. I move my fingers back and forth against his length, but his hand wraps around my wrist, and he places a kiss on my temple.
“No. Tonight is just about you.”
Dropping my hand, I let my body lie limp in Nico’s hold as Enzo lifts my legs and drags them onto his lap as he sits down next to us.
“But I wanted—” I yawn, covering my mouth. Exhaustion is weighing on me heavily.
Sleep hangs heavy against my eyes. I’m not used to coming this hard.
Well, actually, if that’s what it’s supposed to feel like, I haven’t come at all. Jesus.
Enzo chuckles, as if he can read my mind, while his hands are stroking my legs. “There will be other nights for what you want, I promise.”
I snuggle into Nico’s chest.
“Don’t worry, Angel,” Nico says, stroking my hair, and placing a soft kiss on the top of my head.
“We’ll take care of you.”