Chapter 12
Harrison
Hunter and I have been keeping to the shadows, waiting for her arrival. And damn, was it worth it?
She’s a fucking vision: baby-pink dress, matching mask, her strawberry-blonde hair perfectly styled.
She’s with her sidekick, Abigail. To be fair, she’s a good friend to her, more like a sister. I’m not sure who the tall woman beside her is, though. I’ve never seen her before, but she seems animated and is chatting up a storm.
“Do you know the one with the pink hair?” Hunter asks me as he hands me a crystal tumbler, two fingers of whiskey.
“Nope, never seen her before.”
“Hmm,” he replies, clinking his glass with mine.
“Cheers,” we say in unison.
“Oh my God, are you twins?”
I turn to find a group of girls giggling.
“Observant,” Hunter replies in a monotone response.
One of them starts to step forward, but I hold up my hand.
“Easy. Our girlfriend is here, and believe me, you do not want to see her jealous.”
Hunter smirks as he lifts his whiskey to his lips.
Although Ari may think she hates us, she does indeed have a jealous streak, even if it’s misguided as hate.
The girl glances back at her friends, who immediately set their sights elsewhere.
“Gold-diggers,” Hunter mutters.
I mean, he’s not wrong. There are always a few who manage to snag entry. Not that we mind, as long as the bouncers do their jobs. It’s what we pay them for, after all.
I wonder what Ari will say if she finds out we’re the ones who came up with the Mayfair Masquerade—and it’s all because of her.
We were looking to invest in the club scene, so this was a win-win: seasonal masquerades and an exclusive club too.
Glancing at my watch, I sigh and take a swig of my whiskey. We have another hour, but honestly, I’m not sure I can wait that long.
“Yeah, I know, man, but we wanted her to let loose and have some fun before we make our move.” As usual, his thoughts are in sync with mine.
So we move to a small table and watch.
Some guy approaches her, and I instantly tense, stepping forward, but Hunter grabs my shoulder.
“No. Wait and watch.”
She’s shaking her head and smiling at the guy, who holds his hands up and then backs away.
“She’s meeting us, remember? She’s not interested in anyone else.”
I arch a brow, because she was sure interested in us. Part of me wonders if, deep down, she has any inkling that her ‘mystery man’ is us. I guess we’ll find out soon enough.
My entire body tensed as another guy approached, and that’s how it goes for the next hour: people hitting on her, and each time she politely knocks them back. Only one guy doesn’t take no for an answer, and that’s when Abigail stepped in and grabs him by the balls. He soon gets the picture.
We have cameras watching her. They know to call for security if needed, and we could be up there watching her on screen, but we wanted to be close, just in case we need to step in.
I study her as it gets closer to revealing it’s been us who’ve been texting her all along. What if she doesn’t want us—want me—after everything unfolds?
It’s a fear I have even though the way her body reacted to us says otherwise. There’s something between us. All we need to do is show her, maybe give her enough orgasms until she fully submits.
Fuck, thinking of her submission, her on her knees while I fuck her throat and Hunter fucks her pussy, does things to me that I can’t even articulate.
Him painting her pussy white while she swallows everything I have to give. And it will be a lot, especially the first time. But she’ll take us like a good girl, even if she doesn’t know it yet.
Being free to openly enjoy her and treat her the way she deserves—not just in public, but in the bedroom too—and do not even get me fucking started on those freckles. I want to count each and every one of them as I pepper her with long-overdue kisses.
“Paper, scissors, rock?” Hunter asks.
I nod. “Best out of three?” I reply.
He shakes his head. “Nope.”
And yet it takes three goes before he pulls scissors, and I pull rock.
“Fuck. Looks like you’re up first.”
I down the remainder of my whiskey and make my way over to where Ari is dancing with Abi and the girl with the bright pink hair.
Ari has her back to me, and I step up behind her, gripping her by the hips. Everyone else she’s pushed away, and I expect the same reaction, but as she leans to the side to look over her shoulder and she sees my mask, a soft rush of air escapes her lips.
I don’t say anything, and neither does she, as I press into her and encourage her to move her body with mine to the music.
Abi and the girl move back, but not too far away.
We move like that for the remainder of the song, and I find myself unable to deny her allure as I lean down and kiss her just below her ear. She shivers at the contact, relaxing into me more.
She not only looks incredible, but she smells fucking edible too.
“Harrison,” she whispers, and I freeze.
“Shh, don’t make a scene, just dance with me,” I whisper, kissing her again. One of my arms wraps around her stomach, afraid she’s going to demand I let her go, but she gives a slight nod as I continue to move her, hips swaying.
Hunter and I agreed that the first of us would get two songs, and then the other would cut in.
So as the song ends, I kiss her once more on her neck and then let go of her hips, allowing my brother to take my place.
I glance over to Abigail, who watches the exchange, her eyes flicking between Ari and Hunter and back to me.
Then her lips curve into a smile before her attention returns to her friend, and I find myself relaxing a little.
Someone tries to grab me as I head to the bar, but I side-step them, because as soon as Hunter has his two dances, I’ll be right back over there for more.