The girl went pale, and scurried away. Destinee looked thoroughly fucked, so I guess I knew where he’d been now. She looked at the girl who was running away, and then back at Hendrick. I had a feeling they were friends.
“Fuck off, Destinee. Your friends are toxic and they’ve killed my night,” Hendrick growled, and Destinee hesitated but stepped away.
“Call me?”
“Not in this fucking century.”
She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “You are such a fucking asshole. Katrina was right, you fucking homo.”
Sampson’s growl was scary as fuck, and Destinee finally grew a brain cell, almost running out of the VIP area. We were quiet for a moment, each of them looking at me like I was supposed to be outraged or horrified or something.
In all honesty, I didn’t care, not even a little bit. What I did care about was the fact that Sampson was hard beneath my ass, and at some point his hand had slid even further up my thigh. I was still clutching Otto’s shirt, and his lips were so fucking close.
Oh shit. Oh fuck. I straightened, letting go of Otto and sliding off Sampson’s lap. I stood, clearing my throat.
“I think I’m kind of tired.”
Otto’s face shut down, and I had a sudden flash at how that must have sounded. They had no idea that my internal thoughts had cycled around from their relationship, to the uncomfortable ache between my thighs, and my lust for them, to the terribleness of that idea.
I reached out and stroked Otto’s slightly wavy brown hair. “It’s not that. I don’t care about you and Hendrick. Though actually, you could probably do better. I’m just exhausted. It's been an insane day.”
Otto nodded, though his eyes were searching my face for deceit, or my real feelings or something. I kept everything but my complete acceptance of his sexuality from my expression.
“I’m bi. We both are. That kiss…”
I waved a hand to cut him off, trying to ignore how manic it must have looked. “Was just making a point, I know. It's fine. I still have a guy to find. Nemo. That's the point of this.”
Hendrick snorted. “Nemo. We are finding Nemo. The irony of this is fucking hilarious.” He stood, stretching out his body. He had a hickey on his neck and stitches on his head that I hadn’t noticed until now. When did he get those?
Not the hickey. I knew when he got that, and it burned a little more than I wanted to admit. I looked back at Otto. “You can definitely do better.”
Hendrick waved a casual hand. “Just a warm hole, Viva. They mean nothing. The only people who mean anything are right here.” He looked over his shoulder at Sampson and Otto. He looked back at me too, and grinned. “Come on, let’s get some rest. Tomorrow, we skip the country for a while.”
I couldn't get the way his eyes had lingered on Sampson just as much as Otto out of my head. Did they all fuck? I had so many questions that I didn’t want to ask, not wanting to be rude. It was none of my business who did what. These guys were my meal ticket, literally, and nothing else.
Sampson sighed, scooping the remainder of the Belvedere from the ice bucket. “For the road. What a clusterfuck of a night.”
I should apologize to Sampson for kissing him. Actually, no. It made us even now—both kiss thieves, taking what we wanted without regard.
Sampson and Hendrick’s security peeled off the walls, and now I’d seen them, I didn’t think I could unsee them. The illusion of privacy was gone. By the time we got back out the front door, I was once again wrapped in the anti-flash jacket, and the car was idling by the curb in front of the club. They ushered me in first, with Otto sliding in after me. Sampson and Hendrick followed last, sitting opposite us.
The silence was tense, and I could feel the weight of unuttered words sitting heavily between us. Sampson handed me the bottle of vodka and I tipped it back, taking a gulp of smooth alcohol that didn’t burn until it reached my gut.
It was a nice burn though. At this rate, I was going to get used to the finer things, and my plummet back to reality would be a painful bitch.
I didn’t care. It had already been established that I liked the way it hurt.
Chapter 15
Hendrick
I was curled around Otto’s back, but his shoulders were tense. Sampson’s spare room was still dark, but the gray light of breaking dawn cast the room in a washed out light. I kissed his shoulder, and he sighed.
“Otto, what’s wrong? I missed you.”
“Not to sound like a whiny bitch, but you couldn’t have missed me too badly since you fucked Destinee the first chance you got.”
I rolled onto my back. “Wait, are you jealous?”
Otto rolled over, narrowing his eyes at me. “No. I know we aren’t like that. But she’s trash, Drix. We both know it, and if you’re going to stick your dick in trash, I’d rather it didn’t go in me straight afterwards.”
I mean, I could see his point, but… “Technically, you had your dick in me.”
Otto let out a frustrated noise and stood, uncurling his naked body. I knew it as well as my own. He’d been my best friend forever, and when I’d realized I was bisexual at fifteen, he’d once again stepped up to be what I needed. Sometimes I worried he wasn’t even attracted to me, but addicted to saving me.
If he was guilt-fucking me, he did it well. I was too selfish to question it. I needed Otto like I needed oxygen; I wasn’t sure how I’d survive without him. “Come on, man. Lie back down.”
He paused, the waistband of his sweats just sitting below his ass. I couldn’t help but notice he hadn’t put on any underwear. “You can’t take anything seriously, Drix. You’re like a wrecking ball.”
I frowned this time. “Is this about Viva finding out about us? Viva is cool, and if I’m not wrong, a little intrigued by the idea. I think eventually, we could get her to join us.”
Interest flared in Otto’s eyes, but it was quickly squashed. “I’m also not a gimmick for you to lure unsuspecting girls into your bed.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I love you, Drix. But we are too old for this half-measure bullshit. I want a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, and not to be a fucktoy with feelings who just makes sure you don’t do stupid shit like jump off a goddamn bridge.” He stormed out of the room, and I watched him go, shocked.
Jesus, I hadn’t seen that coming. I mean, for years we’d worked—I’d see other people, Otto would see other people, and if we were single, we’d see each other. It was the perfect system, and I thought we were both happy with it.
Apparently, I was wrong. I crawled from the bed, feeling the hangover this morning thumping in my temples. I wouldn’t go back to sleep now, not until I was so tired that I’d sleep through most of the international flight. I slid on my own sweats—one of the new pairs I’d bought yesterday—and slipped into the main living room.
Sampson was awake, sipping coffee and watching the news report, like he was sixty-five and not twenty-four. He raised an eyebrow at me. “You fucked up? Otto just stormed through to the bathroom like someone told him that the Easter Bunny wasn’t real.”
I shrugged. “I think he wants commitment. Not sure with who though.”
Sampson snorted. “You guys have been fucking for seven years, Drix. It’s time to either jump out of the closet or let the poor guy move on to some nice girl who’ll suck his dick on Sunday mornings, someone who he can dote on like she’s his sun and moon. Can’t all be just for you.”
Fuck, was that what Otto really wanted? Domestic bliss? I couldn’t give him that. I could provide him with a media storm, radical condemnation, my dad ruining his life. Nowhere in our future was a happily ever after—not for me, or Otto, or even Sampson. We were all victims of circumstance.
“He likes her, you know.”
I dragged my eyes away from the scrolling stock market numbers on the TV. “What?”
Sampson muted the sound and turned to me. “Otto. He likes Aviva. She’s like you, but safer. They’d probably be happy together. He’d smother her with love and s
he’d soak it up like an empty sponge. You should let him have her.”
I frowned, my gut twisting painfully at the thought of Otto and Aviva together, but I couldn’t point out which part of the equation hurt the most. Losing Otto, or the idea of Aviva being off limits. No, I did know which one hurt the most, but I was surprisingly uncomfortable with giving up chasing Viva as well.
I slid my gaze back to Sampson. “Don’t fuck with me, Sam. I’ve seen how you look at her too. You want to dirty her up just as much as I do.”
He shrugged, not denying it. “True. But I’d give that up for Otto.”
I turned back to the TV, staring at it sightlessly as I thought about his words. I’d give Otto anything he wanted. He could have my whole damn fortune, my kidney, whatever the hell he asked for. Because the idea of losing Otto hurt more than I’d ever imagined.
Sampson was right—if Otto wanted to woo Aviva, I’d let him. She’d give him everything I couldn’t, and probably more, you know, considering I didn’t have a vagina.
I really, really wished I didn’t have to though.
I looked back at Sampson. “Do you think it’s greedy to want them both? Is that even possible?”
He frowned. “Anything is possible, if you want it bad enough.”
Let’s hope he was right.
Otto had chilled the fuck out by the time we were ready to head to the airport. It might have been because he spent the afternoon down with Aviva in the hotel’s salon getting her hair done, then helping her pack. Sampson’s words about him liking her came back, but I mean, he’d known her like a day. She might pick her teeth with a steak knife or chew loudly, which Otto hated. Maybe she didn’t like cats or fantasy books. Pretty sure Sampson was getting ahead of himself.
We were having a summer rain burst, and I stood beside Otto under the awning as the doorman loaded up the bags. Aviva stood beside Sampson while he gave orders to his assistant, her eyes wide as she took in all the luggage we had between us.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured to Otto, and he looked over at me. His eyes were sad but he was smiling.
“I know, Drix.”
“You know I love you, right?”
He shrugged. “I do. As much as you can love anyone who isn’t your reflection in the mirror,” he teased, and I punched him in the arm.
“Shut up. Like you don’t spend ages in the bathroom getting ready every day.”
He just chuckled, and I relaxed a little. Finally, all the bags were loaded, and the trunk on the hire car barely shut. Sampson pushed Aviva gently toward the open door, his hand lingering on the small of her back.
“He likes her, you know,” Otto murmured.
I laughed. “He said the same thing about you.”
Otto looked comically shocked, but I hustled him to the car. We needed to leave, and I was excited. I’d been to Europe a dozen times, but as a kid, my brain had been too wild to fully appreciate these places for the first time. They’d just looked like another city, just like every other fucking city really. So experiencing it through Aviva’s eyes would be something new in a world where nothing was ever new.
She had on a flowing black skirt that ended just above her knee, but it had ridden up a little and was showing the long length of her pale legs. I wanted to run my tongue up the inside of those thighs and not stop until she screamed my name. Otto poked me, and I realized he was waiting for me to climb through to the back row of seats.
I flopped down in the seat right behind her and leaned forward until I could inhale the scent of her shampoo. “Excited?” I whispered in her ear, and her whole body shuddered. I wondered what she’d do if I sucked that cute little earlobe between my teeth.
“Yes,” she breathed, and I almost thought she was answering my thoughts, until I realized she meant she was excited.
“Let’s go!” I yelled to the driver, and he peeled out of the park. My security detail was on a change of shift, and I wanted to be in the first class lounge sipping mimosas before they realized I wasn’t in my room. Hell, better yet, out of the country completely. Evan was cool; he hated my detail. Thought they were incompetent assholes.
Besides, no one would give a fuck about me in Europe. Why would they? Evan was enough for all of us.
Aviva’s phone rang again and she put it on mute. Sampson watched her out of the corner of his eyes, still talking to his assistant on the phone. “Just get it done,” he snapped, and then hung up. I would have hated being his assistant—Sampson could be a fucking asshole when he wanted to be. I knew he paid the guy well, probably as compensation for pain and suffering. Aviva’s phone started ringing yet again, and he looked at it pointedly.
“Should you answer that?”
Aviva shook her head. “It's my parents. They’ve been blowing up my phone for the past day. I messaged them and told them I was fine, but I don’t think they believe me.” She hesitated. “Once we’re in London, I’ll answer their call. It’ll be too late then.”
Otto was frowning, but Sampson just shrugged. “Okay.”
Aviva was a grown woman. She could live her life however she wanted. If that meant ignoring her parents, so be it. None of my business. I laid my head back and watched the sun fall behind the skyscrapers.
The trip to the airport was quick, and we managed to get our bags checked in and get situated in the first class lounge almost immediately. We had an hour or so until our flight, and I intended to wash down my meds with some scotch and nap on one of the plush recliners.
Sampson peeled off from the group, heading toward the bar. “Get me one too,” I shouted, and he gave me the finger.
“I’m going to get some food,” Otto grumbled. Good. He was a fucking grumpy asshole when he was tired and hungry, like a damn toddler.
That just left Aviva. I looked over at her, and she seemed… tense.
“You okay?”
She darted her eyes in my direction and nodded tightly. Yeah, I didn’t believe her. I grabbed her hand, dragging her down a short hallway to the bathrooms. I pushed her into one of the family rooms and locked the door.
“No, seriously? Are you okay?” I softened the natural arrogance of my tone, trying to emulate Otto. “We don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to. We can walk out of here and I’ll buy you a ticket home. It won’t matter at all.”
Her lips fell open and her eyes went too wide. “No, I want this. I’m… Oh god.” She started sucking in air, and you didn’t have to spend half your life in rehab to know she was having an anxiety attack.
I pulled her into my arms, anchoring her to my chest. “Hey. It’s okay.”
She just wheezed harder. “I can’t breathe.”
Dammit, where was Otto when I needed him? He’d be able to talk her out of this. I didn’t have his way with words. Fuck, the only thing I could do with my mouth was…
Well. That wasn’t a bad idea.
Picking her up, I put her on the bathroom sink. “Viva, this is purely medicinal and definitely isn’t breaking the rules,” I warned. I pushed her back against the mirror and thanked the interior designer for low countertops as I dropped to my knees in front of her.
“What… Oh shit.”
I kissed my way up her thighs, nipping the soft flesh between my teeth before looking up at her. “This will settle your wild emotions. Like a good dose of Percocet.” I grinned from between her thighs, and I met her eyes, with their blown out pupils. “I’m still going to need that enthusiastic yes though?”
I could feel the heat of her pussy on my face, and it was the longest five seconds of my life as I watched and waited for her whispered, “Yes.”
Hell motherfucking yeah. I gripped her panties and pulled them off, stuffing them in my pocket so they weren't on the dirty bathroom floor. Gross.
I pulled her toward my face and flicked my tongue against her clit. She hissed, her thighs trying to wrap around my head, but I pushed them wider. I fucking wanted to see. I darted a look up at her face, just to make sure she was still with me as
I swirled my tongue around her clit this time, and her head fell back against the mirror with a moan.
Okay. Swirly it is. I sucked her clit into my mouth and hummed my pleasure, grinning as her body rolled against my face. Then I swirled again.
Oh fuck yeah. I was going to enjoy this. Fast and intense was my forte. We had a plane to catch, after all. I ran my tongue up and down her slit before thrusting it inside her dripping core. Viva got wet fast, and I loved it. I lapped at her, nudging her clit with my nose until she had her hands buried in my hair and was riding my face.
Fuck, she tasted divine. I slid my fingers inside her and she gasped, clenching around them immediately, her greedy little pussy trying to get what it wanted. I could have told her that I would always give her what she needed—she just had to ask.
Pulling back, I looked up at her, and her lip was puffy from the way she was gnawing on it to keep her moans quiet. “Do you want to come, Viva? Want to soak my face?”
“Oh god… Yes,” she moaned, and I thrust my fingers back inside her, curling them as I sucked on her clit. She screamed, before pulling a hand out of my hair and slapping it over her mouth. I couldn’t help the smile on my face as she came on my fingers, soaking my hand and my face.
When her body stopped pulsing around me, I withdrew and sat back on my heels. She stared down at me from the counter, boneless and lazy, like a beatific goddess.
“Feel better?”
She blinked at me slowly, a small smile curling her lips. “Yes.”
Chapter 16
Sampson
I couldn’t work out if he’d fucked her in the bathrooms or what, but when Otto and I had finally found them, it had been to the sound of Good Girl’s orgasm, and I wasn’t sure I could ever unhear it.
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