Chapter 3
THREE
LALA
“Cash or card?” Mr. Sexy Grump says upon returning with our drinks.
Both Suki and I eyeball the martini glasses now sitting in front of us. They’re…pink. And glittery. I mean, bonus points for being on-theme, but where the fuck did this dude get edible glitter? He doesn’t look like someone who would just have it on-hand.
“Card,” Suki answers curiously. “Go ahead and start a tab.”
The bartender tips his head by way of response and heads for the register not far away. “Enjoy, ladies.”
“Wait, what’s your name?” The question flies past my lips of its own accord, curving one of Dude’s dark brows all over again.
Those blue eyes flick our way as he taps a few buttons on the screen. “Why do you need to know my name?”
“So that we’re not calling you Dickhead for the rest of the night,” I toss back.
Suki snorts an unceremonious laugh beside me, a sentiment he doesn’t find as funny as he goes on to glare a red-hot laser right through my forehead. Only I feel it between my thighs instead, my clit throbbing against the toy as a result.
“Eros,” he says simply.
“Your name is Eros?”
Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh.
“Yeah?” he carps. “What’s yours?”
Fuck.
“Lala,” I state matter-of-factly—as if that were any better.
Eros chuckles in disbelief and cocks his head to one side. “Your name is Lala?”
“Her name is actually Darla,” Suki corrects, snapping my head her way with a glare that could rival the very one Eros flashed at me not thirty seconds ago.
Why? Whyyy would you tell him that?
“Darla?” Eros all but squawks as Suki unleashes another devious snicker. “Like Darla from The Little Rascals?”
Sighing—because this happens every time—I nod in concession. “Sadly. Gen X parents, big fans. Hence why I tell everyone my name is Lala.”
Thanks Mom and Dad.
“Tragic,” he affirms, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say there’s a subtle smile tickling his lips. Then he turns to Suki. “And you?”
“Suki.” She grins brightly, taking a sip of her drink.
Eros tips his head, but doesn’t issue any commentary this time. Instead, he sets his big, tattooed hands on the bar top and leans toward us. “Well, now that we’re all acquainted, I’m gonna go check on the rest of my customers. If you need anything, just holler.”
He’s gone after that, the defined muscles of his broad back staring back at me as he stalks to the other side of the bar. Given the ink creeping up his neck and what I’ve seen of his hands, I can’t help but wonder if the rest of him is tattooed as well.
Or what that physique would look like without clothes…
Jesus, those chocolates are really starting to get to me…
“I know that look,” Suki says after a beat, redirecting my attention to where she sits. She’s smirking and all, the gold flecks in her brown eyes somehow brighter than usual.
“What look?”
“The ‘he’s fine as fuck and I wouldn’t mind climbing him like a tree’ look.”
“Oh, please,” I scoff. “I was definitely not looking at him like—”
The vibrator comes to life all over again, simultaneously stimulating both my clit and that one particular spot deep inside me.
Takes every ounce of self-control I possess not to moan aloud.
Not that my efforts will last long. The more Suki kicks up the vibration, bringing me closer and closer to the precipice of ecstasy, the harder it’ll be to contain.
“Say that again. You weren’t what?” she counters, reaching between my legs to pull my stool closer.
The feel of her palm slowly sliding up my thigh only heightens the effects of the toy, curling my fingers around the stool’s edge. “Suki…” I beseech quietly.
“Go on, baby girl. Admit it. The tattooed grump got under your skin.”
“He didn’t get under my skin,” I defend, trying and failing to clench my thighs together.
“Lies,” she purrs, her teeth gently nipping at my bottom lip. “Come on…be a good girl and say it.”
I barely take another breath and she ramps up the vibration yet again, drawing out a moan I had no intention of releasing. Just like each one that follows because the longer I go without giving her what she wants, the more she increases the speed.
“Okay, okay, fine!” I finally blurt out, on the verge of exploding. “He’s hot as fuck.”
Suki hums appreciatively, grazing her palm higher and higher up my thigh, but she doesn’t stop there. For the next twenty minutes, she toys with me to hell and back.
Whispering dirty words.
Raking her nails along my skin.
Shooting me up to the edge, then letting me fall before I can detonate.
At one point or another, she drags a lone finger along the lace of my panties, gently pressing the toy impossibly closer.
I have no doubts the mewls slipping past my lips have drawn attention our way, their stares utterly palpable, burning down the length of my spine.
The exhibitionist in me is on cloud nine, the masochist, too, but the chocolates have definitely worked as advertised, and if Suki doesn’t let me come in the next five minutes, I’m going to scream.
Eros will surely kick our asses out the doors then.
As if on cue, the man himself reappears on our side of the bar. I turn my head in time to see the miffed cinch of his brows and the slight curl of distaste on his lip.
“I don’t know what you two are up to over here, but—”
Suki chuckles and slides the phone his way. “Showed up just in time. Do me a favor, will you?” she quips, unaffected by his demeanor in the slightest. “Hit the pink button.”
Eros’s gaze instantly snaps down to the proffered device, then back up to her face. “And why would I do that?”
“Don’t ask so many questions, Grumpy Gills. Just do it.”
“Please do it,” I plead with him, knowing that if this damned toy goes off one more time—with both of them in my presence—I’m going to crumble into a million heavenly pieces.
With one last look at an encouraging Suki, Eros shifts his attention to me and obliges to my request. In nothing but sheer seconds, I'm detonating, holding that wicked blue-eyed stare as I struggle to keep quiet through the tidal wave of my orgasm—in the middle of his bar.
Doesn't take long for him to realize what's happening.
Not when my lips part and I'm clawing the bar top for dear life.
"Stunning, isn't she?" Suki purrs, locking a hand around my throat. "Shame you can't hear how pretty she sounds, too."