Club Saturday: Contemporary Menage Romance (Sarasota Sin Series Book 2)

by Talyn Scott

  Evan rubbed his eyes vigorously.

  Drake shook his head no. “My hands stay right where they are.”

  “You’re no fun.”

  “You have no idea what you’re saying.”

  She stripped nude stockings from her legs, while still balancing inside his thighs. Afterwards Vania curled up like a cat and placed her pussy back over his bulge. He gasped when she moved her ass back and forth, stroking him repeatedly.

  With a wicked smile, Vania rubbed his chest with her hands, and then brought them to cup his face for one of her soul-claiming kisses. When she came up for air, panting and ready for release, she looked him straight in the eyes and said, “All I want is to see your tiger-eyes watching me while you spurt deep inside my body.”

  Drake opened his mouth, but not a sound left it.

  Evan’s hand shot to his cock, holding on to it for dear life. He gave Drake a look, confirming what he was thinking. This woman was different from any other.

  This woman was theirs.

  “I’m throbbing!” Vania gained momentum with her upward slide. Her pupils dilated as her nipples poked through her lace. “I’m going to come!”

  She wasn’t the only one. A load was bearing down on Drake, so thick and hot. And, yes, dammit, he wanted to shoot it in Vania. After he wanted to see Evan devour her pussy without any finesse, wild and sucking, while tasting the mark of possession he’d left behind.

  Evan now stood behind Vania, his face tightening with lust, maybe some pain, and something else Drake had never seen. “Let it go, Baby.”

  “I… I don’t know how. I can’t seem to relax.”

  Oh, this was bad, even while drunk she was too stressed to come. “Relax,” Drake said through gritted teeth. “Look at me.”

  She shook her head so wildly that Drake released one hand from the back of the sofa to keep her from falling on her ass. When he steadied her, she sobbed in frustration.

  “Vania, I’m going to help you the slightest bit.” He lifted his hips, allowing her better friction as Evan’s hand secured her shoulder. “It’s not enough for me, but it will be enough for you.”

  “Help me by fucking me.”

  “Not while you’re drunk,” Evan reminded her.

  Drake’s fingers traveled over the curve of her right hip before they dropped to the front of her panties. He pressed his thumb hard against the fabric and located her swollen clit.

  Vania cried out in shock, her body stuttering on his. Drake sensed her pussy spasm above the thin fabric of his trousers. “It’s… happening!”

  “I can feel you, Love.”

  Evan kissed the top of her head and steadied her. “Tell me, Drake.”

  “She’s scalding me through our clothes.” Drake closed his eyes, thinking he would match her orgasm with his own, when the unmistakable sound of gagging met his ears. His head snapped up, eyes popping wide. “Vania?”

  Evan’s mouth dropped open in horror. “She’s sick!” In one fluid move, Evan lifted her and raced to the bathroom.

  Twenty minutes later, Drake was washing the rounded curves of her cheekbones after she’d brushed her teeth. “All clean.”

  “Thanks.” Still drunk, she smiled sadly. “I tossed up six grand worth of wine.”

  Evan laughed. “We’re not keeping tabs, neither should you.”

  Drake looked her over, thinking everything else appeared clean, even her hair because he’d held it from the toilet.

  “I don’t belong in your world.” She cupped her forehead as Evan and Drake led her from the bathroom. “Even your wine agrees.”

  “Enough about the wine,” Drake said as he scooped up Vania and situated her in bed. “Get some sleep.”

  She yawned. “No goodnight kisses?”

  Drake’s hard-on pulsated.

  With care, Evan turned Vania on her side. “That’s not a good idea.”

  “Mr. Easton, I didn’t think you were a good idea, either.”

  Drake chuckled while turning off the bedside light.

  Vania nestled in the down pillows. “But how could I love Matt, if I’ve wanted you two all along?”

  Chapter 9

  Vania opened her eyes, blinking up at hanging red poppies made from Murano glass. She must have missed the glorious chandelier once she’d settled in The Easton Hotel last night. The way the morning light glimmered through the red and black flowers was mesmerizing. She wondered what it would look like all lit up. But a vicious icepick was going to work in her brain, pounding and hacking, until she closed her eyes on a groan.

  Feathers tickled her nose, rough pounding feathers… “Oscar!” Vania swatted away her cat’s paw. “Stop playing with my nose.” She bolted upright, vaguely hearing Oscar hiss as he landed on all four paws and pounced across the golden, hand-knotted rug. “And don’t pee on anything.”

  Her hand felt suspiciously lighter. With a flex of her fingers, Vania noticed her engagement ring was missing. “Where did I leave it?”

  “If you ask me,” a sultry voice full of dark promises called from the corner, “a doctor could’ve afforded a larger diamond.”

  She found Drake still wearing yesterday’s suit, sans his jacket and tie. His shirt was unbuttoned past the collar, revealing smooth, tan skin. Vania lifted her eyebrows, realizing he must be waxed. She wondered how far he took it… Something glimmered between his forefinger and thumb.

  “Hey, what are you doing with my ring?” Then, she realized she was addressing a man who could snap his fingers and give her job to another. Vania clamped her mouth shut.

  He pushed away from the table, where he’d set up his laptop, and walked to her. “You tried to throw it from the The Compromise’s balcony last night.” He towered over her, his hair as dark as his pants, both glistening from the sun peeking through the French doors. “Don’t you remember?”

  Truth told, she didn’t recall much after she’d packed and convinced Drake and Evan that Oscar didn’t deserve to be left in Matt’s clutches. “No, I don’t remember.”

  “No?”

  On the nightstand to her left, Vania spotted two empty bottles of wine. “Oh, shit, I got drunk.” And since Drake was still wearing yesterday’s suit, she whispered, “And you stayed with me, all night?”

  He walked even closer, watching her face as he stepped right up to the bed. “You shouldn’t get drunk with men you don’t know, Vania. One night, you might not be with Evan or me.”

  “I stopped getting drunk in my twenties. Last night was…” She reached for the covers that fell to her waist and yanked them over her chest. “I’m practically naked!”

  “You’re wearing more than some wear to the feature pool.” He cocked his head. “Relax.”

  She sat in only her corset slip and panties. The lingerie was an old set, but the underwire plumped her heavy breasts to a semblance of perkiness, yet obviously he’d seen everything else. She wanted to cry, wanted to scream at him for seeing her dimply thighs. “Where are my clothes?”

  “You slung them across the floor after you danced and partly stripped for us.” He lifted a bottle of sports drink from the nightstand.

  “I s-stripped for you?”

  “Yes, Vania Lange, and we are standing on dangerous ground right now.” He pressed the bottle to her lips, gripping the back of her head when she tried to pull away, and tipped the liquid in her mouth. She swallowed repeatedly, looking up while he was looking down, watching him watching her, his face impassive but his body blistering with heat.

  “Dangerous ground?” she asked when he pulled away the drink.

  “Hmm.” His eyes moved up and down her body, seeming to look past the covers she clutched against her torso. “You’ve given lap dances to two of your bosses.” Arrogance ignited those amber eyes. “Actually, more than one dance but I lost count.”

  Panic descended. “You’re lying!”

  “You think so?”

  “I know so. You’re a circling shark in the business world and you never lose count of anyt
hing. Besides, I don’t know how to give lap dances.” That was a lie. She’d taken a class with Cora, right before Cora’s sister got married in Vegas. Matt had received the benefit of her training, for a while. Until he’d had enough of her.

  Drake sat down on the bed, pressing against her. Expensive suit material slid against the damask covers, inadvertently stroking her skin. His arm came over her shoulders, draping her with his strength, washing her in his scent. How did he smell this delicious without a shower and a fresh change of clothes?

  “You danced for us, Vania.” He took a long sip of the sports drink and returned it to the nightstand. “But nothing else happened. You wanted to be in our arms, yet we don’t take on drunken women. Ever. And even though you asked nicely for some rebound cock, nothing came of it.”

  Her face burned, probably turning the color of her corset. “Sorry about that.”

  “Don’t be.” His gaze swept to the pulse throbbing in her throat. “We have eject buttons, each of us. I don’t think yours was necessarily pushed last night, but it was damn close.”

  “Doesn’t matter. I’ve no excuse for drinking, dancing, and stripping.”

  “Hey, don’t blush like that. What I saw of your succulent body will be playing in my head during this morning’s board meeting.”

  She would’ve thought he was lying, trying to make her feel better after such a lousy, embarrassing night, but Vania spied his thick erection straining against his trousers. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.” His phone rang but he ignored it. “By the way, you said that your fiancé was a cock-sucking cheater.” His gaze sharpened. “Do you remember catching Matt in the act, having it confirmed by Dr. Murphy?”

  Tears threatened. “Though everything else is muddy, catching Matt is crystal clear in my memory.”

  “Glad I don’t have to remind you of that. So… the rest of the night was simple.” Drake lifted his hand to her face, cupping it in a familiar way, with his fingertips sliding on her temple. “Evan and I took turns dancing with you for an hour or so at The Compromise. Afterwards, we came here.”

  “And I danced for you two privately,” she whispered in horror.

  He nodded. His hand wrapped around her nape, fingers tightening. “Did you ever dance for your fiancé?”

  “Yes.” Eyes drawn to his mouth, Vania watched Drake’s teeth graze against his pouty lower lip. “But none of that matters now. Matt’s no longer in my life.”

  “Depends on how strong you stay.”

  “It’s difficult to look fierce in my undies, but I won’t repeat last night’s pathetic wailing.” Yanked in two, half of her wanted to suck his lip, the other wanting to roll up in a ball and cry over Matt’s betrayal. She was a stupid, trusting woman with a mess on her hands.

  “If you decide to repeat it, however, make sure you call Evan or me first.”

  “Sure, thanks.” Glancing away from Drake’s mouth, she asked, “I didn’t talk to Matt last night, did I?”

  “No but your phone rang nonstop.” He frowned, and looked beautiful doing so. “Luckily, you misplaced it at bedtime.”

  She couldn’t help but laugh. “I misplaced it, huh?”

  He reached in his pocket, wincing at the tightness in his pants, but this time Vania fought to keep her eyes from his sizable erection. “Here.” He handed Vania her phone. “I found it.”

  “You found it or hid it in the first place?”

  “Doesn’t matter now.”

  She studied the screen. “I can’t believe all these texts, missed calls, and voice mails.” When she noticed the time was nearly eight, Vania swore under her breath. “Matt’s probably called the cops by now, and I’m due at work in ten minutes.”

  “He’s not called the cops. As far as work goes, Avery wants you to spend some time today squaring away the firehouse. Julian is meeting two managerial candidates there around one, so you can walk those prospective employees around the property afterwards.” Drake paused, thinking. “Take your laptop and field any of our company issues while you’re there.”

  With her slightly hungover brain, it took her a moment to process his words. “Hey, how do you know Matt hasn’t called the cops?”

  “I may have texted him back on your behalf.”

  She knocked his arm from her shoulders. “You did what?”

  Drake looked unrepentant. “I pretended I was you, saying that you needed to rethink the relationship and the wedding planning was getting to you.” His eyes darted to the silk, goblet draperies where Oscar was sharpening his claws. “Oh, and that you took the damn cat.”

  “Oscar, stop that!”

  “Oscar,” he growled low, looking back at her with the infamous arrogance of all Easton men, “has confirmed the reasoning for my no pet policy in this hotel.”

  “You’re not getting me off track.” Vania wagged her finger at Drake. By the look on his face, no one had ever done that to him. “You had no right to text Matt.”

  Evan walked into the room, showered and dressed in a fresh suit. He tossed his jacket on a nearby chair. “You gave us that right last night.”

  Chapter 10

  Vania couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “How did I give you any rights in my life?”

  “Hey,” Evan’s voice gentled as he slid in on the other side of the bed, effectively sandwiching Vania inside two manly men, “You pressed your silk-clad body on mine and ground on my cock until I nearly detonated.”

  “No,” she whispered.

  “Yes.” Drake slipped his fingers beneath her chin, turning her to face him. “In your sleep, you masturbated beneath these covers.”

  A choking sound left her throat.

  “Want to know whose name you called out when you climaxed?” Drake gave her no time to answer, probably knew Vania wouldn’t anyway. “Mine.”

  “And mine,” Evan murmured.

  “Don’t tell me anything else,” she groaned.

  “You called out our names instead of Matt’s.” Drake’s breathing picked up, going choppy. “We know what that means to us, but what does that mean to you?”

  “That I will never drink again.”

  “I’m glad to hear it.” Evan pressed his fingertips to her lips, silencing her. “Not for the reason that you think.” He inched closer, his jaw clenching. “I want you to remember the next time you dance for us, the next time you masturbate calling our names.”

  When Evan dropped his hand from her mouth, Drake moved his face even closer, a fraction separating them. Their breaths mingled when Drake vowed, “And there will be a next time.”

  In the next second, Drake’s body was over hers, the ridge of his hard cock settling against her mound. The press of his lips softened her mouth, making her open on a gasp. He groaned as his tongue slipped through, curling around hers while his hands found her rounded ass and squeezed.

  “She’s so responsive to us.” Evan brushed her hair from her face and watched Drake take her mouth.

  Drake was everywhere, his scent, his mouth, his hands, and his cock. He was a delicious weight cradled in her thighs; a literal fantasy of Vania’s come to life.

  Drake’s kisses grew harder, so different from Matt’s mediocre pecks. And she found the courage to run her hands down his hard chest.

  “Yes,” he groaned between kisses, “touch me.”

  “Yes,” she echoed. Her hands moved lower, sensing the ridges of his stomach tensing beneath her touch. Lower, lower, lower, until she fingered his belt buckle.

  He shuddered against her.

  Making Drake Easton shudder was a powerful, heady experience, and a layer of confidence stripped away by Matt was immediately replaced.

  His phone rang again.

  Drake tore his mouth from Vania’s lips, panting roughly, and pressed his forehead against hers. “We have to stop. None of us can skip work today.”

  “But not before I get my kiss.” Evan took Drake’s place. He cupped her throat, his thumb stroking her leaping pulse point, while staring down at he
r with a savage intensity that raised the little hairs on her arms. But when he moved his mouth to take possession of hers, Evan did so slowly, keeping his eyes locked with hers.

  Opening for his tongue, Vania moaned in Evan’s mouth, tasting and receiving. She moved her hands to the underside of his arms, following the muscles and sinew perfectly carved underneath his velvety skin.

  Shifting above her, Evan demanded, “Persuade me not to take her now, Drake.”

  Drake swallowed audibly while trailing his hand between Vania and Evan’s body. “Don’t take her,” he said unconvincingly, and then yanked down her right bra cup. Her heavy flesh spilled from its confines, creamy pale around a rosy crest.

  Evan sucked in a sharp breath. “Not helping the situation.”

  Vania gasped as the crisp, hotel air-conditioning met her nipple, tightening it to a hard diamond. She put her hand on Evan’s belt and grabbed Drake’s buckle. She started loosening them, hormones racing, and decided to live her fantasy. “I want you both to take me.” Vania hadn’t made love with two men, but she was too worked up to worry about her inexperience.

  Drake grabbed her wrists with one hand, lifting them over her head. Then Evan pressed his hips amid her thighs. Her legs could do nothing but fall open in surrender.

  “I don’t want the first time to be rushed.” He rocked his pelvis against her.

  “Besides, your body isn’t ready for rushed from us.” Drake nibbled the side of her throat. “Rushed equals rough.”

  “I’m readier than you think,” Vania argued.

  Evan’s cock slid against her covered sex. His gaze traveled from her face, to her throbbing pulse, and back down to her exposed breast where Drake drew her nipple in his mouth.

  When Drake pulled back, Evan captured her mouth again. Without the finesse of his first kiss, he moved his lips over hers, showing her what he wanted with every provocative flick of his tongue.

  Drake gripped her ass, urging Vania to lift for the grazing friction of Evan’s erection.

  Vania started moving in the rhythm Evan and Drake set, her panties molding to her wet flesh with every swipe of Evan’s body.