Chapter 45
HANNAH
“These are the private rooms.” Dane points down a long hallway with multiple doors before opening the first one on the left.
Stepping in, my eyes bounce around the dimly lit room and I’m immediately overwhelmed. There is a massive, maybe bigger than king size, bed in the middle of the room. The dark wood bed posts have multiple rings attached to them as they trail up toward the ceiling.
A wall display takes up half the area behind it showcasing different types of toys, ropes, and floggers. There’s a Saint Andrew’s cross on the opposite side of the bed and a cage on the other.
I’ve never seen anything like this in my entire life. Not that I’ve spent much time in lifestyle clubs, but I just had no idea this would be what it looked like.
I’m surprised at how clean and classy everything is.
The front entrance had a waterfall and peaceful ambiance that let you into a large open bar area with plenty of high tables and seating.
Mind you, the club is closed so no one occupied the space when we walked into it but it was pristine and elegant.
As we walked past the bar, there was an area called the Chat Room that donned the old AOL symbol and even had the welcome note and door shut sound as you went in and out of it. Dane said it was a safe meeting room for people who utilize the App that led to the creation of this club.
We passed by a stage area that I didn’t ask about because I blushed just looking at it, then passed by the voyeur rooms—expansive rooms similar to this one but with floor-to-ceiling glass windows for spectators—and now we’re here in the private rooms.
Now that we’re in the room, behind closed doors, the sexual tension is high—as it usually is when the three of us are together, and if I wasn’t already blushing at the furnishings that make up this room, I’m flushed by the two men inside of it.
There’s no denying the chemistry between us and as much as we all have our moments of hesitation, there’s also nothing that feels more natural than when we’re spending time together.
I can feel their eyes on me as I make my way over to the bed, sitting down at the end of it. The energy in the room is electric and it sets my skin on fire or perhaps it’s just the searing gaze they both have on me.
Sitting on Dane’s lap during the game was the most excruciating foreplay I’ve ever experienced.
His fingertips grazed over every inch of my body, alternating under and over articles of clothing.
Sneaking under the waistband of my leggings, teasing me endlessly.
I squirmed at his touch as I watched Ethan sneaking glances at us, smiling and laughing while talking about baseball for the first time in years.
The mixture brought out a happiness I didn’t know I could feel.
So now, as they prowl around me, I’m fully intoxicated by the look of desire behind their eyes.
They mirror each other as they step toward me and my pulse kicks up more than a few notches. I graze my teeth over my bottom lip, sucking it in, and I can’t hide my smile or the way my body shifts underneath me as they get closer.
Ethan steps to my left and leans forward, placing soft kisses along my shoulder as Dane shimmies to my right, cupping his hand over my face before running his hand through my hair. He leans down caressing his lips against my jawline just as Ethan does the same on the other.
Their tongues brush over my skin, making their way toward my mouth and I can’t help but moan as goosebumps bloom over my skin.
My noise elicits a groan from Dane. “God, I fucking love that,” he confesses before swiping his tongue over the seam of my lips just as Ethan does the same, all our tongues merging together all at once.
Their hands roam over my body as we kiss, sharing moments between each other. It feels like it did that last night in Paris, when they both finally gave in and the craving we all have for each other outweighed everything else.
“I want both of you.”
“How do you want us, baby?” Ethan asks, still kissing my jaw.
“I want you both in me at the same time.”
They share a look with each other. Ethan’s eyes are wide and skeptical, while Dane has that mischievous look behind his.
“Are you sure, Poe?”
I nod, biting my lip.
“I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
Dane smiles as he stands, walking over to a dresser next to the bed. He opens one of the drawers pulling out an unopened bottle of lube and two condoms.
“Figures you know your way around here,” Ethan whispers under his breath, but I can tell in his body language he instantly regrets his words.
Dane freezes, shifting just his eyes to look at him.
“I have a history. A past. I can tell you all the good shit and I can tell you the really horrible, bad shit. But I’m here now with you guys and I don’t want to be anywhere else. I haven’t wanted to be anywhere else since we met.”
Ethan nods, rubbing the nape of his neck.
“I’m sorry. I’m protecting Hannah,” he pauses, before confessing the biggest part of all, “protecting myself.”
“You don’t have to.”
There’s a brief silence and I take advantage of shifting the conversation. I hope I’m right in my assumption about Dane, because his answer could change Ethan’s mind about where this is going.
“I don’t want those.” I point at the condoms.
Dane’s brows raise as he looks at Ethan.
“Hannah—”
“I want to feel you both and I want you both to feel each other. If we’re doing this, I want to do this.”
Ethan sighs. “Are you clean?”
“I provided a clean test to Avec Plaisir the night we met,” he pauses, but confidently holds his chin high as he says, “and I haven't been with anyone else since.”
I knew it.
I can’t help the small grin that passes over my face as I glance up at Ethan.
I’ve known this beautiful man almost my entire life. We started dating in high school and he’s always looked at me with admiration, love, and desire. I can see a shift in him as he absorbs the words that Dane just told him and I love that he’s finally starting to trust him.
“I have to tell you though…I haven’t ever had sex without one so I make no promises on the length of my performance,” Dane adds, as he tosses the condoms back in the drawer, then turns back to me. “Where do you want me, Poe?”