Chapter Sixteen #3
After, hitting the Dolphin Plunge twice we headed back to the cabana.
I was starting to feel the sun’s rays and I knew I would start frying sooner rather than later.
Cole snagged us some grub and we chowed down after drying off.
We ended up lying on an oversized, cushioned lounge chair with our towels thrown over us as a make-shift blanket.
I lay in the middle like normal and dozed off, the day’s activities catching up to me.
I woke up only once when I heard Chloe say worriedly, “They’ve got to be crushing her. How can she even breathe?”
“Leave them alone,” Zane grumbled.
“Fine, but is she starts turning blue, it’s your fault.”
Zane grunted.
I fell back asleep with the now familiar comfort of their warm weight sprawled all over me.
***
“Where are we going?” I practically bounced between them on the cab seat we sat on.
We had finished the day at the park around 4:00 and it was well into the night now. Brent and Cole had said to dress any way I wanted when they surprised me, revealing that we were going out tonight. Alone. Without the group.
I had taken in their casual clothes, drifting toward the darker side, and went with my ballet skirt, ripped black hose, garters, converse, and a black bodice that pinned up the front.
My eyes were glittering silver with dark eyeliner and I had applied strawberry gloss to my lips.
I was dressed for a rockin’ night out on the town. Like I said, Saturdays are the best.
Brent grinned down at me, placing a hand on my jumping knee. “You’ll see.”
Dejavu. Not good.
I became immediately wary. “You guys aren’t tricking me are you?”
“Would we ever do a thing like that?” Brent lopsided grin grew even larger.
I tensed.
Cole ran his arm behind my head and smacked Brent on the backside of his head. “Quit scaring her.” His blue gaze found mine as he conveniently left his arm around my shoulders. “We aren’t tricking you. You’ll enjoy this. Promise.”
“We could have had a little fun with her after what she did to us,” Brent grumbled.
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. He was right. I was getting off easy.
I did start bouncing in excitement. This was going to be great, I just knew it.
We pulled up in front of…Firestone Live. Oh.
We got out of the car. I stared. Oh.
They paid the cab. And I still stared. Oh.
They watched me and I murmured in awe, “Who’s playing tonight?”
“Phantogram,” Cole stated factually. “We’re not really sure who…” That was all he got out.
I squealed and tossed myself into his arms, hugging him, and then Brent. I grabbed their hands and whispered, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
They watched me for a second, blinking. Then blushed, and grinned all goofy, extremely pleased with themselves.
I smiled and turned toward the building in reverence.
Brent murmured, “I do believe we did good.”
Cole coughed. “It appears so.”
“Let’s go,” I stated merrily and started crossing the street. I wasn’t going to wait another minute for this. They may not know who Phantogram is, but I did. The best. That’s all I gotta say. T-H-E B-E-S-T. Ever.
I was mute as we entered the building. Apparently, they had pulled a few strings with Mr. Fresby and we were ushered in as VIP’s.
I tried really hard to keep from gaping at everything and everyone I saw standing around, drinking and partying.
I’m fairly sure I saw a few movie stars or other famous singers here and there.
I gripped one of Brent’s hands and one of Cole’s as they led me upstairs to an area with a long white bar that overlooked a large space where people were grinding on the dance floor.
They ordered drinks in the crowded room and I was still in mute awe. I couldn’t believe I was standing here. I had been dying to come here for a few years now when the place was re-vamped. All the hottest bands played here, and for some, it was their first step toward true stardom.
I turned immediately to Brent and Cole and thanked them again. This was a dream come true.
They laughed and Cole handed me my drink as a lone man approached them. Drink in hand, my arm paused in mid-air, I did a double take. My eyes went wide. And I stopped breathing.
Oh. My. God.
It was Christian Bale. Shaking hands with Brent and Cole. Like old friends. They knew him?
Again…Oh. My. God.
It took all of me to not squeal and jump the man. I’m thinking Cole and Brent wouldn’t have appreciated that. And probably not Mr. Bale, either, seeing as how he was married. But, my-my. There were hardly words.
Which they soon found out when they introduced me to him.
My brain went numb and no words came forth, but I did manage to extend my hand for him to shake.
Yep, that was about it. They all stared at me.
And I stared mutely at Christian Bale. Where they appeared delectable and cool, I looked like a deer caught in headlights.
He chuckled and grinned at me, and I swear to God, I wobbled where I stood.
Brent and Cole started to scowl.
That woke me up. As pretty as Christian Bale is, Brent and Cole were exactly where I wanted to be.
So, my face broke from dumb shock into a pleasant smile and I bantered with him politely and leaned against the two men I loved.
His eyebrows rose slightly when Cole ran an arm around my waist and Brent’s hand ran up and down my arm, but other than that, he didn’t comment.
I did find out that they had done security for him when he’d had an overzealous fan stalking him and his daughter.
He had like them so much that he’d had them install his homes – mansion - security systems.
After the small talk was through he was pulled away by someone – ah, his beautiful wife – and they made doe-eyes at one another as they made their way down the stairs.
As they walked away, I asked nonchalantly, “So how many beautiful people have you done jobs for exactly?”
They gripped me tighter, positively growling. I laughed and poked them, turning so I could face them. “I’m just teasing.” They still scowled. “Okay, yeah he’s very pretty. But he’s not you two.” I leaned up and kissed them both on their cheeks.
Blue and green eyes softened instantly and I pulled on their hands after getting rid of the nasty drink I had been given. I swear it was supposed to be a Margarita, but the tequila in it wasn’t sitting right like it normally did. Oh, well. Alcohol wasn’t needed to enjoy my time with them, anyway.
I tugged them down the stairs and on to the dance floor. Unsure of how this was going to go down, I moved through the crowd and turned toward them hesitantly. Sleeping next to each other was one thing, moving and grooving around one another was something else entirely. But, they surprised me.
They circled me like sharks before Brent stepped in front of me and Cole behind me. They pressed in close as the crowd surged to a new song that was fast, but almost trance like. My breath caught as their bodies contacted mine, shoulder to feet.
Then, they started to move. Their hips rolled against mine.
Cole ran his hands down my sides, his fingertips grazing my breasts, and finding a stopping point on my hips.
Brent’s fingers laced with mine and he brought my hands around his neck, and then he slid his hands down my arms to grip my shoulders.
I shivered and started moving with them. We found a rhythm, working together and grinding against one another to the choppy beat. I’m not the best dancer, but somehow with them, they made me look good. And feel good. And want.
We continued dancing and sweating and turning each other on until Phantogram took the stage.
I should have been a heck of a lot more excited to watch one of my favorite artists, but instead I was panting and going crazy out of my mind with need.
The crowd surged further and we were pressed even tighter together.
Cole and Brent didn’t turn to watch the first song.
Neither did I. We stared at one another, caught together.
Everyone started screaming around us and jumping and dancing again as she sang hauntingly beautiful, blue and silver strobe lights flaring over the stage and crowd.
Slowly, Brent started dancing. Cole followed suit.
Then, I did. And, as one, we flowed like we fit.
It was hot and sticky and perfect. Need overtook me and my head fell back against Cole’s chest and I moaned, eyes closing.
They pushed harder.
Brent’s hand skimmed down my leg and he grabbed the back of my knee, hoisting it over his hip.
My eyes snapped open at the movement. He glanced at Cole.
Their eyes met over my head. I peered up at both of them.
Something was being communicated between them that I couldn’t follow from this angle, but when Brent looked back down at me, my body froze.
They continued to roll their hips against me, but I couldn’t move.
Brent’s head lowered to where my head rested against Cole’s chest. My lips parted in surprise and need. Oh, I needed this. I wanted this. I craved this. My brain screamed for him to kiss me as I panted and trembled between them.
And he did.
Brent’s heated mouth met mine with such force that I felt Cole take a step back, bracing himself and pressing back against us, keeping us from tumbling into the shrieking crowd.
I expected Cole to back away after that, but instead I felt hot pants of air against the soft spot between my neck and shoulder right before his lips and teeth landed there.
Brent’s tongue slid into my mouth at the same time Cole licked across my damp skin, nipping and sucking.
I cried out into Brent’s mouth and gripped both of their heads in separate tight fists.
Cole rumbled, “Fuck.” Then he sucked harder, running his hands between Brent’s body and mine, cupping both of my breasts and squeezing them in a possessive hold.