Chapter 14 Wren #2
“You see Wren on the couch? Ice pack to the face? Those two glued to her side like she’s the center of their goddamn universe?” Olive gestures between the boys without taking her eyes off Taylor. “That’s not an invitation. That’s a warning. Be a fucking girls girl for once in your goddamn life.”
Taylor scoffs, obviously offended, but Olive doesn’t flinch. That kind of shit doesn’t fly with her. Nothing pisses Olive off more than when girls choose men over other girls. She’s always been that way.
“Go dance. Or better yet, go home. But stay out of this.”
Taylor glares at her for half a second before turning with a frustrated huff, muttering something about people being touchy. Her heels click angrily against the floor as she storms off and heads for the stairs.
Kage doesn’t watch her leave, neither does Lennox.
Their attention cuts straight back to me.
I’m still sprawled across the couch, ice pack clutched to my cheek, the club spinning slightly behind my eyelids.
I try to sit up, but my balance wobbles and I sink back against Lennox with a quiet groan.
My limbs feel like wet noodles. Gross. I’m never drinking again.
Could be the possible concussion though.
Lennox moves quickly behind me, a steady arm slipping behind my back. “Easy, little phoenix.”
Kage takes my other side, one large hand bracing my arm as they help guide me upright.
They treat me as ifI’m some fragile thing they’re trying not to break.
I’m sandwiched between the two of them, dizzy and aching, and somehow more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.
Maybe it’s the alcohol taking over, but every inch of my body that’s touched by their skin is ignited and I feel like a fucking inferno. Phoenix, indeed.
“You good?” Kage murmurs, his hand lingering at my lower back. There’s that heat again. I need his touch everywhere, all over my body.
“I’m fine,” I lie, as I lean back further into his touch, words slurring just a little bit. “Why didn’t the two of you get kicked out?”
Kage’s grin is immediate. “Because, little bird. It would be kind of stupid to kick out the owners.”
I stare at them, dumbfounded. Ain’t no fucking way, brother. Who just owns a club these days? Rich people I guess. Holy shit, are they rich? How the fuck did I manage that?
“Devils Den,” Lennox adds, as if the name should’ve given it away.
I snort, unable to help it. “Fitting.”
Kage laughs, brushing his thumb along my cheekbone where the ice pack left condensation. “Didn’t hear you complaining when we showed up like your own personal reapers.”
“She couldn’t,” Lennox deadpans. “She was too busy bleeding on the floor.”
“Hey!” I snap, slapping Lennox's shoulder and making both of them crack up. I don’t think I’ve ever heard Lennox laugh before, or even see a genuine smile on his face. Not one that’s this deep. It’s probably the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Kage turns to the girls still hovering nearby. “Don’t worry about Wren. We’ll be taking her home. You ladies go enjoy your night.”
Taylor is long gone and Harper turns to leave, but Olive watches them with that skeptical older sister energy.
I love her so much, but this is probably the first time I actually wish she’d leave.
I feel bad that I’m even thinking about it, but I have two really hot, ridiculously sexy, huge men practically glued to my skin and I would very much love to get laid.
“Can I trust you guys?” she asks, arms crossed over her chest.
“I’ll be fine,” I say quickly, forcing a smile. “Go have fun. Don’t worry about me.”
Olive narrows her eyes, but I can see her softening. She lets out a breath, then jerks her chin at the boys. “If she’s not still hot, breathing, and walking straight tomorrow, I will cut your dicks off and wear them as earrings.”
Kage snorts, that sexy crooked grin of his playing on his face. “I can’t promise that she’ll be walking straight, but I can promise the rest.”
Lennox rolls his eyes at Kage’s comment and says, “Noted.”
“Wren, I’ll be…on the lower level for a bit if you need anything.” Olive shoots me a look like she’s trying to mentally tell me to call her if shit goes south.
Kage and Lennox whip their heads in Olive’s direction before their gazes land on each other, eyebrows raised questionably high. What the fuck is on the lower level?
Olive gives the boys a quick wink before flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder and spinning on her heel, disappearing into the crowd to find the girls.
Then there were three.
The weight of their presence crashes down around me, thick and all consuming. My body feels like it’s vibrating, either from the music or the fact that two hot men just practically went to war for me. Either way, I feel it all over.
Kage shifts beside me, his thigh brushing mine sending volts of electricity straight to my clit. He keeps his hand on my back but he doesn’t say anything. Lennox hasn’t moved an inch, but I can feel the tension radiating off him like a current. Why aren’t they saying anything?
Maybe I should say something. Or maybe I should try to stand up?
I should definitely not do what I’m about to do, but all I can think about is the way Kage looked at me as if I was the only thing that mattered in the room, and the way Lennox’s disgust turned to fury when Taylor wouldn’t back off.
They didn’t just want me, they claimed me. And now I need to claim them.
“I don’t know what the hell you two are doing to me,” I mutter, voice thick with heat, “but it’s working.”
Kage’s grin returns. “Yeah?”
I don’t answer, I just grab him. Fisting his shirt, I drag him down to me, mouths crashing together like we’re trying to eat each other alive.
His hand goes straight to my throat, choking me in this most delicious way, owning me in ways only he knows how.
His mouth is hot and greedy, his split tongue slick and invading mine, both tips moving in ways that make my thighs clench so hard it hurts. It’s filthy. Unholy.
His tongue strokes mine, two places at once, fast then slow, curling and teasing.
He already knows exactly how to wreck me.
I moan into his mouth, and he eats the sound like it feeds him.
My body arches into his, and suddenly his other hand is under my ass, gripping like he’s ready to throw me over his shoulder and fuck me on the nearest surface.
I want that. God, I want that so fucking bad it’s pathetic.
I can’t even pretend to play it cool. I’m grinding into his thigh, heat pulsing between my legs, completely drunk on him.
He can probably feel my wetness soaking my panties.
His split tongue flicks against mine again, then drags slowly down the seam of my lips before he nips and my bottom one, sucking it between his teeth.
“Fuck,” I gasp, and he groans in response, strangled and rough as if he’s holding back something darker.
Lennox is a storm less than half a foot away, and I can feel the pressure building in the space between us. I don’t have to look to know he’s watching every second, his fists clenched, cock probably just as hard as Kage’s grinding against me.
“She’s drunk,” Lennox growls. “You’re thinking with your dick.”
Kage breaks the kiss, but not by much. His mouth hovers just above mine, breath hot as hell. His tongue flicks out, those two sinful tips licking into the corner of my mouth, a silent I’m not done with you yet.
“She’s thinking just fine,” Kage murmurs, voice rough with lust. “Aren’t you, baby?”
I nod, desperate and breathless. “Don’t stop.”
But Lennox steps in, his hands are on me before I can blink. Big, rough palms around my waist, dragging me back just enough to make me whine. My back brushes up against his cock, just barely, but it’s enough to tell me that our little show was turning him on just as much.
“Not here,” he grits out. “She’ll hate us for it tomorrow.”
Kage huffs a bitter, frustrated laugh but doesn’t argue. His eyes stay locked on mine, full of heat and promise.
“Then we take her home.”
“Damn right we do,” Lennox says, his voice a growl in my ear. “But she sleeps. You touch her again before she sobers up, I’ll break your fucking fingers.”
I whimper at that and Kage smirks. “I like it when you talk dirty to me,” he coos, and then blows Lennox a kiss. I don’t know what the fuck is going on there, but I like it.
I’m trembling between them, thighs pressed together as if it’ll stop the ache.
Spoiler alert, It won’t. Is blue clit a thing?
If it is, then it’s definitely this feeling.
If I thought I hated Lennox before, I definitely hate him now for not throwing me onto the table and fucking me until I see stars.
They help me up, and my legs barely work. Kage’s arm slides around my waist, firm and possessive. Lennox presses in at my other side, solid and tense, as if he’s one second from snapping.
I glance up at Kage, still breathless from the kiss. “I’m not that drunk. Seriously, a punch to the face really sobers a bitch up.”
He grins. “Oh yeah?”
I nod, all confidence, until I trip over my own feet like a damn idiot.
Lennox catches me, muttering under his breath, “Sure you’re not.”
I mumble something about it being concussion related and not alcohol related but apparently that doesn’t matter. Kage just laughs, rough and wicked, and now I know I’m in trouble.
But it’s the kind I’ll beg for.