Fuck shame.
“Yes. Please.”
Tolliver laughed. “Always so polite, even when you are asking us to fuck you. You are the sexiest adorable woman I have ever met.”
He kissed me as Sam slipped his fingers beneath my panties, pushing them to the side and finding my clit like it was magnetized. I moaned and pressed against his hand.
Tolliver turned so he could kiss me, hard, his tongue plundering my mouth. His hand moved beneath the neckline of my playsuit, finding my nipple and rolling it between his fingers. I made a tiny mewling noise as I arched into his grasp as white hot sensation ran through my body. Sam’s fingers circled rhythmically, building the desperate heat in my body, his eyes watching my face even as my own eyes closed against the pleasure. He slid one finger inside of me, stroking slowly, and my body moved against his hand, wanting so much more.
Tolliver moved down my body, pushing aside the neckline of my playsuit a couple of inches and taking the aching bud of my nipple into his mouth.
“Oh.” I twined my fingers in the inky soft blackness of his hair, holding him close as he sucked and lapped at my breasts, the steady pull sending heat straight to my core.
He lifted his head. “I am buying you a hundred of these suits, just for the ease of access to your beautiful breasts.”
“Speak for yourself. All I want is to taste her, but she’s trapped in these things until I can get her naked,” Sam groaned. With that, he plunged a second finger inside me, and I moaned.
“If you guys don’t quit talking and fucking make her cum already, I’m going to pull this car over and do it myself. Those noises she’s making are driving me crazy. I’m going to crash the damn car,” Oz whined from the front.
Tolliver dragged his teeth along my nipple and Sam started pounding into me, stretching me until I thought my heart was going to thump out of my chest. Sam leaned forward and kissed me, before trailing kisses and taking my other breast in his mouth.
I looked down at the top of their heads through pleasure hazed eyes, one dark and one light and both completely focused on my pleasure. They both sucked hard, and Sam pulled out his fingers out of me and flicked my clit before thrusting them hard back in me. It was too much and perfectly enough. The sounds of my orgasm echoed around the car. Wave after wave of pleasure left me, and the guys didn’t lift their heads or remove their hands until I lay limp in their arms.
The car swerved hard to the left and someone honked. Oz groaned. “I definitely chose the wrong day to wear skinny jeans.”
It turned out that the guys were taking me to Epicurean for dinner with the rest of the Sins. Although a stranger wouldn’t be able to tell what had happened in the back of that SUV in peak hour traffic, the rest of the guys around the table knew instantly.
Lux’s eyes appraised me, from head to toe, lingering on the small love bite I had on the side of my left breast from Tolliver's over-enthusiasm. “Are you okay?” He asked, his voice quiet enough that only I could hear it over the hum of the restaurant.
“I’m great, Lux. Don’t worry. I know what I am doing.”
“Do you?” he asked softly.
I couldn’t tell if he was chastising me or if it was an actual question. I decided I’d pretend I couldn’t hear him.
Valery came to the table, dressed in his chef's jacket and a pair of tight grey jeans that hugged his thighs. He even had one of those tall hats.
“Good evening, Cady. Tu es belle. You are beautiful.”
I blushed. “Thank you, Valery. Your restaurant is wonderful.”
“All the more so for you being here. Tonight, I have assembled some of my best dishes for you, rather than the table scraps I normally feed these heathens when they come into my restaurant. I have developed a nine course tasting menu just for you. They say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but I think the way to woo a woman is not so different.” He poured me a glass of white wine. “I must go before the kitchen burns down without me. I will send out the first course momentarily.” He kissed my cheek and hustled back through the swinging doors to the kitchen.
I hadn’t spent as much time with Ri and Valery, except on that first night, and I felt a little embarrassed that they knew I’d gone to second base with two of their friends. Hell, I was even at first base with Lux and Oz. How awkward. But I couldn't help but feel drawn to them anyway. It was definitely something ‘other’ sitting inside me, reaching out for them whenever they were near, and just wanting to ride them into the sunset.
Don’t blame me. I think they are cute and all, but the pretty boys aren’t my type. I like them darker, more damaged, Ace mused.
It was odd to think the voice in my head had a type other than my own. Maybe I should talk to Eli about Ace.
As if he could read thoughts, Eli turned to me. “I have gotten you an appointment with two of my colleagues. The best oncologist in the US, Dr Martha Yan, and a cardiovascular surgeon, Alrich Herchstein. They have agreed to a conference about your condition next week. I have taken the liberty of booking you in for tests at my hospital. Is that fine with you?”
I thought about my complete lack of insurance. “I don’t think my insurance will cover that.”
Tolliver gave me a look. “We’ve covered that. I will pay for anything you need done. I will have them bioengineer you a heart if that is what it takes. Don’t think about the cost. Think about getting well.”
I nodded and gave them both a small smile. My life was like a weird dream/fantasy right now. Like everything my teenage self had ever hoped for. The fleeting worry that I was rushing into everything and making a huge mistake washed over me. I wasn’t the kind of person who rushed into things. My life was a measured in tiny steps, not monumental leaps. But I shrugged it off. I wasn’t going to live my dying days in fear of making a mistake. It wasn’t like I’d have to live with those mistakes for long, anyhow. Silver lining.
Nine courses later, including two dessert courses and coffee, I felt less like a svelte goddess in my playsuit and more like fat Elvis before his death. I was a little worried the bulge of my drum tight belly was poking out of the plunging V of my outfit.
“I’m never going to eat again,” I groaned. The guys just laughed. I swear, they just inhaled each beautifully presented, tiny work of art that came before them. I wanted to take a picture of each dish before I took a bite.
“I could go a burrito,” Oz said, and Sam agreed. My eyes bugged out. Where the hell did they put it all?
Valery returned for coffee and sat down at the empty seat beside me.
“How was your meal?”
“Epic. Possibly even biblical,” I gushed. Because words could not describe the frothy little dessert the melted on my tongue as if it was made from air.
“I am glad you enjoyed it. These swine would not know good food if I slapped them in the face with a fresh Icelandic trout.”
The guys joked, and Oz teased and I wondered what my earlier worry was about. Somehow I fit with these guys, like they each held a little piece of my soul and now I was home.
Chapter Eight
I kissed Sam and Tolliver goodbye on the footpath in front Epicurean, the flash of waiting paparazzi dazzling me.
“Don’t worry, my scarf means that none of their photos will be usable,” Sam said, kissing me one more time. I'd wondered about the odd shimmery texture and pattern of his scarf, but I had just thought it was some odd fashion statement. I still didn't know anything about fashion, even after today's makeover.
The valet brought around the SUV, and Oz, Sam and Tolliver climbed in. Tolliver was back in the driver's seat, unsurprisingly. Oz was going with them to bring the car back to the apartment; Tolliver didn’t trust other people with his precious cars.
I stood between Ri and Lux, having said goodbye to Eli, who was on call for the ER again tonight, and was going to nap in Valery’s office. Valery still had three more hours of the dinner service before he could go home.
“Where’s your car?”
I asked the guys.
Ri grinned and took my hand, leading me around to a side alley behind the restaurant. Sitting under a street light are two mean looking Harley Davidson motorbikes.
I looked down at my outfit, and smoothed a hand over my tousled hair. I could do this. I’d always wanted to ride a motorbike.
Lux grabbed my other hand. “She rides with me.”
Ri smirked, and held up his hands. “No problems. As long as I get the first dance.”
“Dance?”
“We are going to Dante’s.” His grin got wider.
“But it’s not Saturday.”
Ri chuckled. “Holding out for S&M night, were you? Don’t worry, Beautiful Girl. We can go tomorrow too, if you want. I’ll take you any night you like.” He winked and threw a leg over his bike, pulling a black helmet down over his head. I appreciated his muscled thighs and the way his leather jacket pulled tight across his shoulders. That guy was just pure sex. There was no way I could ever null his lust abilities.
He revved the bike and sped out of the alley, the steady vibration of the motor’s purr thrumming in my chest.
“Ugh, he is so ridiculously hot it’s not fair. I feel like he should come with a warning label. Warning: will have incendiary effect on your panties.”
Lux just grunted and handed me a helmet. “I’ll take your word for it.” He shrugged out of his leather jacket. “Take this too.”
I slipped my arms into the sleeves, appreciating the lingering warmth of Lux’s body, and the smell of leather and man. It was a heady mixture that spoke straight to my libido.
He hopped on to the bike and patted the seat behind him. Thank goodness my Louboutin’s were bootie style. The spikes actually look a little badass biker-esque.
“Where’s your helmet?” I asked, running my fingers over his scalp. I felt the tiny ridges of old scars running in a criss cross pattern across his skull.
“Don’t need one.”
“Are you guy’s immortal?”
I had wondered this one and off for a while. Could they die? If I redeemed them, would they die again? Just fall to the ground in a pile of ash? I needed answers to these questions before we worked out how I was going to help them. I didn’t think I could become so invested in them, only to watch them die at the end.
Huh, I wonder if that's how people thought about me?
“Yeah. We can’t die by most mortal means.”
“What if I strapped C4 to your chest and detonated it?”
“I don't think any being can come back from that.” He sounded amused. “Is there a chance you might do that?”
“Well, no. But it’s nice to know where the line is.”
“Just get on the bike,” he grinned, and I couldn’t help but smile back. I threw a leg over the bike and kind of half shimmied, half dragged myself onto the back. It’s not as easy as it looks in the movies, especially when you are as short as I am. Even with the fuck-me heels.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my torso tight against his. When he turned on the bike, the rumbling sensation went straight between my thighs.
“Hoo boy. Why don’t more women ride bikes?”
“Hang on.” With that, he revved the bike twice and tore out of alley, my arms becoming steel bands around his waist. I could feel every hard nuance of his abdominals, the strength of his back and the wetness between my thighs. Woah.
We tore through the traffic, weaving in and out of cars, going so fast that the lights blurred in my peripheral vision. I couldn't hear anything over the roar of the engine, even when we had to stop at the lights. I loved it.
We rolled past Dante’s, the line to get in snaking around the block. The sign was lit up in blood red neon, flames licking around its edges. The club was apparently called ‘Dante’s Seven Circles’ but everyone just shortened it to Dante's. We pulled into the staff parking lot around the back. Ri was there, leaning up against his bike, looking as sexy as… well sin.
“How was your ride?” he asked, double entendre fully intended.
“Invigorating,” I smiled coyly back, and he laughed.
“Welcome to Dante's, Beautiful Girl. Let your corruption begin.”
We pushed through a back fire exit and into a long dark hallway jammed with people lining up for the bathrooms. Ri led the way and Lux was at my back, a hand on my hip.
When we finally got to the main room of the club, the place was packed, probably past capacity. There was hardly any room to move without rubbing up against a stranger, and the dance floor was a writhing mass of bodies.
From what I could see over the heads of supermodels on teetering heels and gym jocks with shoulders as wide as a VW, the club was set in circles. In the center of the room was a round bar, a dozen leather clad bartenders behind there. The women wore tight bustiers and leather mini skirts, and the men wore tight leather pants and no shirts. Not one of them had an ounce of fat on them and they definitely looked sinful.
Around the bar was standing room, people talking, flirting, and in one spot doing a drug deal in a rather obvious manner. Beyond that was the dance floor, a slightly sunken circle of smoke, flashing lights and grinding people. Above us was a balcony that circled the room in curving arches, and more people were jammed up there.
“We’ll go up. That's the VIP area. We’ve got a table,” Orion yelled over the heavy bass of the music.
We climbed a curving set of stairs, and Ri led us to the back corner of the VIP section, where three plush black sofas sat in a U shaped on a raised dais, a long glass coffee table in its center. Lux guided me to the couch that was up against the wall, and sat down next to me. We looked down over the rest of the VIP like overlords on their fiefdom.
“Um, isn’t this a little over the top? We aren’t royalty. Why isn’t anyone else sitting here? I’m pretty sure that kid over there made like seventy million dollars last year and had six number one songs? And isn’t that the guy from the superhero movie? You know the one with the really awesome arms? Shouldn’t the club put a big name here, rather than just… well us? A bartender, a fighter and a nobody.”
Ri let out a huge, booming laugh then and even Lux cracked a grin. “What made you think I was just a bartender? Tolliver owns this club, and he is co-owner of Epicurean and a bunch of other businesses around the world. The guy is seriously loaded. This is the owner's table. We definitely get to feel like King Shit up here. If we aren't using it, which is most of the time, we let some of the more elite clientele up here. But tonight it's reserved for our Queen.”
People were naturally giving us the side eye, and I wasn't very comfortable being the center of so much attention.
“Would you like to dance, or maybe a drink?” Ri asked, motioning to a waitress in tight black pants and a torn white tank that barely covered the underside of her boobs.
I was even less comfortable on the dancefloor sober. “Tequila and lemonade, please.”
The waitress nodded at me. “Sure thing.” Her eyes skimmed over Lux’s body. “How about you, Lux? What can I get you?” The invitation in her voice was pure sex; she may as well have just asked if he wanted to fuck right there on the couch.
“Grey goose. Bring the bottle.” He placed his hand on my thigh and I resisted the urge to punch the air in victory. Take that super-hot waitress with perfect boobs.
She looked at his hand, and Ri’s arm still around my shoulder, and curled her lip ever so slightly. Apparently, I had been found wanting.
She left with the orders, and I sank back onto the couch between their bodies. “People are going to think I am sleeping with you two.”
“So?” Orion whispered in my ear, and I shivered. “That waitress thought I was a slut. A slut completely unworthy of your attention at that.”
“I don’t give a shit what other people think. Yours is the only opinion I care about,” he licked the outer shell of my ear and I nearly came right there on the couch.
“You are dangerous, Orion… uh? What's your last name? Ac
tually, I don’t know your last name either, Lux. I can’t believe I’ve thought about having sex with you, but don't know your last names. The waitress was totally right.”
“Pfft. Raquel just thinks she’s the shit. Want me to fire her?” Orion asked, in complete seriousness.
I wasn’t that petty. Okay, I had to seriously think about it, but in the end my morality won out.
“No. It’s fine. It’s something I’ll have to get used to if we are going to do...this.”
“This?” He asked as he kissed his way down my neck.
“Helping you and the other sins find your redemption, or whatever,” I looked down at my feet and mumbled, “and the sex.”
“What was that, Beautiful Girl?” I could tell by his smirk he knew exactly what I said. I raised my chin and looked him dead in the eye.
“I said if the eight of us are going to be fucking, then I will need to get used to the slut shaming. I mean, I probably am, by definition, but I don’t care.”
Lux grabbed my chin and turned me to face him. “You will not speak about yourself in such a derogatory sense. You are a beautiful, sexual woman and we fully intend on worshipping in the way you deserve to be worshipped. Yes?”
God, I drowned in those eyes every time the focused on me. There was something arresting about them that drew me in and kept me trapped until he chose to release me.
“Yes.” It was a breathy whisper.
Unfortunately, Raquel returned at that moment, placing the tray of drinks on the table with a hard crack. She unloaded them slowly, her ass toward Orion and her breasts towards Lux. If I wasn’t so annoyed, I’d be impressed by her ability to twist like that and still look natural.
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