Chapter 30 #2
“Can we get out of here already?” the guy murmurs loudly into Val’s ear.
Val just grins coldly, looking right at me.
When life gives you lemons…make lemonade.
The idea hits like a bad cold. But it sticks and burrows deeper, twisting into my alcohol-dulled brain.
I’m confident this is not what my mother meant by making lemonade. But right now, staring at the man I can’t get out of my fucking head, when it’s clear he’s about to go home with two fucking people? Desperate times, as they say.
Desperate. Fucking. Times.
I drag my gaze back to Anna.
“You say you wanna do something crazy tonight?” I growl.
Her eyes light up. “Fuck yeah, baby.”
My jaw tenses. “What about a threesome.”
It’s the booze talking. I don’t want this at all. I don’t want her at all.
But I want him, even if it's merely being in the same room as him. Even if she has to be there, too. It’s partly that, and partly that I don’t want him to go with those two.
I need to feel what I’ve gotten way too used to feeling with him: that spark, that heat, that fire that explodes in me when I’m with him.
And yes, I know I’m drunk and not thinking straight, and that this is a horrible idea.
But all I can think about is looking into his eyes in that intimate way and feeling the feeling I’ve been missing since he left me, back in the alley.
…Even if it means this.
Anna’s face lights up. “Shit, you are bad, aren’t you?” She grins and bites her lip. “You want me to call one of my girlfriends?”
I slam back my drink, letting the alcohol burn though my system.
Numbing. Slowing. Covering.
“How about another guy,” I growl.
“Ooo, fuck,” she purrs. “You want to see me get double-stuffed?”
No.
“Yeah,” I mutter.
Anna’s grinning as she turns to survey the crowd. “Him?”
I make a face when she nods her chin at Nero.
“Fuck no,” I grunt. “And that’s his fucking fiancée.” I nod at Milena.
“She could play, too?”
Jesus.
“Ooo, or him?” She points at Bane, her eyes glowing. “He's hot.”
Yes, and staring right at Dove.
“I have a better idea.” I shove her off my lap and stand. “Wait here.”
This is a terrible idea.
I don’t want this.
I don’t even want to think of this.
But, Val…
All my vodka-dulled brain can think of is looking into his eyes. Of being back in that moment where it’s just he and I, and pleasure, and…
I come to a stop in front of him. Val breaks off from making the two pieces of shit on his lap giggle with some joke and looks up at me, his brow arched.
“Can I talk to you for a second?” I mumble.
The guy on his lap frowns. The girl gives me the fucking stink eye. I ignore them both and keep looking right at Val.
“I, uh, wanted to ask you about those motorcycle lessons.”
Val looks up at me, his eyes slicing me open. The seconds tick by, and my lip retreats between my teeth.
“Fine,” he finally murmurs. He flexes his thighs. “Off, both of you,” he growls. The two leeches on his lap begrudgingly stand, and we walk to the side, out of the group's earshot.
“Who the hell are they?” I hear myself hiss before I can stop myself.
Val stares at me, an amused look on his face. “None of your business,” he growls. “That’s who.”
I step closer to him, swaying on my feet. “You…”
“I what, asshole,” he snarls back.
“You think you can just fuck me and—”
“Oh, please,” Val groans. “Don’t get gay on me now, motherfucker.”
My jaw tightens. “I am a human being—”
“So am I!” he snaps, shoving my chest. “And I don’t want to be your dirty little fucking secret!”
My brow knits as I struggle to find the words I wanted to have ready.
“Who’s your fucking date?” he snaps.
“She…uh—”
“Yeah, I don’t really give a shit.” He exhales. “Okay, we both know you’re not interested in bike lessons,” he grunts, “so ask me whatever the fuck you were going to ask so I can get back to my fucking life.”
I nod, my hands shaking as I slowly inhale and look him right in the eye.
“I was, uh, I was wondering…”
“Spit it out—”
“Do you want to have a threesome?”
The words hit like wet meat on a metal table. Val stares at me, blinking, clearly not sure he heard me properly.
“With…me,” I mumble. “And her. Anna,” I blurt, jerking my thumb over my shoulder at her.
Val stares at me, his face shifting between confused, amused, and angry.
“Is this a fucking joke?”
I shake my head. “No—”
“Fuck you.”
“I’m serious.”
He barks a cold laugh. “Me too. Fuck. You.”
He starts to turn, but my hand shoots out, grabbing his bicep.
“Please,” I blurt, my pulse skipping.
God it feels good to touch him again, even if it’s just his forearm.
“You want to fuck her,” Val spits venomously. “With me.”
No, I don’t. But the thought of Val going home with those other two destroys me.
I know it's fucking pathetic. But I need him. I need to be close to him, to be intimate with him, even if there’s someone else there.
“Look, I just—”
“Fine.”
My eyes snap to his. Val is looking at me with a cold, brutal intensity that sucks the air from my lungs. But I don’t look away.
I don’t ever want to look away.
“Really?”
“I said fine, okay?” Val growls. “Now, are we doing this or not?”