Chapter 14 #2
“I heard you were the one that blew it up.”
He chuckles. “The guys wanted me to, and who am I if I don’t entertain at a dinner party?”
“Sara’s not like those others.” I look him over.
“I know. That’s why I want her.” At least he’s not ashamed to say it. That’s better than any of us.
“Are you exclusive?” I arch an eyebrow. This guy plays the field. It’s well-known.
“She hasn’t asked for it.” He drinks a sip and meets my eyes. His face completely serious. “But I’m giving it to her because I know not to fuck this one up.”
Makes sense. “But she isn’t exclusive to you?”
His grin slowly reappears. “I haven’t asked for it. She’s entitled to whatever pleasure she seeks out. But I’m in this.”
I nod in acknowledgment and hold my glass out for him to add more whiskey. When he sets the bottle down, I lift my glass to him. “May she get all the pleasure she deserves.”
He chuckles and clinks our glasses together. “I’m all for that.”
Sara
My pillow is hard and not very comfortable, but it smells absolutely divine. Male voices penetrate the fog of my sleep. What in the hell is happening?
I lift my head and stare at someone’s leg. Not someone. Dante. I’m wrapped around his thigh like he’s my pillow. I sit up and look around, but I don’t recognize the room at first. It’s definitely not my bedroom.
The stage at the other end with red scarves scattered over it makes my brain catch up. Oh, shit. I passed out at the strip club. I’m also on the bed with Dante, who’s sitting upright. What the hell did I do?
“What’d I miss?” I straighten and meet Dante’s amused gaze.
“You gave us a striptease that put the dancer to shame.” Finn laughs as my gaze jerks to him. “You should have plenty of dollar bills shoved in your panties.”
I pat myself and find I’m still clothed. I pick up a pillow and fling it at him, hitting him square in the chest. “Not funny.”
“It definitely wouldn’t have been funny at all, princess.” Drew stands over at the bar, sipping an amber-colored liquor. “But it would have been sexy if you hadn’t passed out.”
My cheeks flood with heat. I rub my head. How much did I drink?
Wyatt sits in a chair with his hands clasped between his knees. His dark eyes find mine and I’m caught like a moth to a flame. The others all hold my attention, but Wyatt pulls at me, makes me want so much more.
Closing my eyes to break the connection, I flop back on the bed. “Where’s Kayla?”
“She said to tell you she’d hit you up in the morning for details.” Finn laughs. “I like that one.”
“You can’t have her. She’s my friend.” I put my hands against my forehead as I stare up at the mirror above the bed. I didn’t notice it earlier, but why would I? It’s on the ceiling. “So, this mirror? Is it actually useful or do you just catch yourself at really weird angles?”
I prop up on my elbows and look around the room, figuring one of them would know.
“Anytime you want to play in here, princess, you let me know and I’ll make it happen.” Drew winks.
I grin and wink back.
“Not tonight.” Dante stretches next to the bed. Fuck, he’s one hundred percent gorgeous. I’m lying on a bed with the four guys who star in my dreams nightly surrounding me. How can I make this happen?
I’d have to be bold and just start stripping. Maybe put on a show of my own.
“Come on, pipsqueak. We should head home. You’ve got work in the morning.” Dante reaches his hand down to me.
I blow out a breath and take it, letting him help me up from the bed.
Drew steps over to me and pulls me into a hug. “I’ll text you later.”
“Thanks.” I’m still a little groggy and definitely still drunk.
He cups my cheek and kisses me softly. He whispers, “Behave, princess.”
His brown eyes search mine and he gives me another kiss.
I sigh as he pulls away. I could just pull him down to the bed and find out what happens. It’s tempting, but also probably the wrong move right now.
“What happened to Maya?” I almost forgot. “She knows Tom.”
“We know, flower.” Finn wraps his arm around my shoulders and leads me to the door. “She was a little helpful, but not really.”
I turn to look at Wyatt. His face is as blank as ever, but there’s heat in his eyes as he looks at me. If it weren’t so hopeless, I’d totally make a play for him. But he doesn’t want me. Not like the others do.
Finn leads me through the club. It’s a little darker and grittier now. I don’t know what time it is, but it must be late. How long did I sleep?
He opens the door for me and we step out onto the sidewalk. A black car waits for us. Wyatt slips into the front seat while Dante and Finn sit on either side of me in the back.
Hello, awkward. I lace my fingers together in my lap.
Neither of them has brought up this weekend.
I don’t think they’ve even told each other what happened.
I’m definitely not up to confronting what happened in Tom’s office.
That tension that lingers. The longing that sparked.
I’d love to be caught in a Dante-Finn sandwich any day.
When I shiver, Dante shrugs out of his jacket and drapes it over my shoulders, surrounding me in the fresh ocean scent that clings to him like I wouldn’t mind doing. Though apparently in my sleep I have the balls to grab onto him and not let go.
“I’m coming in with you, pip,” Dante says quietly.
The others don’t know my parents are out. It’s probably late enough that they’ll assume my folks and Caitlyn are asleep. This one is nonnegotiable so I don’t fight it. I just nod.
I’m still tipsy and sleepy, so having him with me will make it easier to fall into bed quickly. Yes, I’d love to pull him into bed with me, but that can’t happen. Not tonight. Maybe never.
I sigh and rest my head on Dante’s shoulder.
“Sad thoughts, flower?”
I turn to Finn. “Just thinking of what will never be.”
“Never say never.” He strokes his finger along my jawline, sending a fever rush through my blood.
“Some things will never be.” I glance into the front and see Wyatt’s eyes in the mirror watching me closely. I drop my gaze to my lap. No matter how much I wish things were different.
That doesn’t mean I don’t want the others and what they’re offering.