by Eva Ashwood
You’re one of us now.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” I smile at him, watching his eyes warm in response. “I’ve got Zaid and Lucas.”
“We’ll keep an eye on her,” Zaid promises, his hand coming to rest on the small of my back. His tone is light as usual, but there’s something in the way he touches me that lets me know he’s being serious. These men trust their mafia brethren, but especially with the threats against me and the mole still uncovered, I doubt I’ll be left alone for even a second tonight.
I’m not sorry about that. I feel safer when the men are with me.
Hale glances at me again, a regretful look crossing his face. He drops his head, and I expect him to press a kiss to my cheek like Zaid did earlier—but instead, his warm, full lips find mine.
I inhale his sweet clove scent as our kiss lingers for a moment. This is a statement too, a message to every person in the bar, and my heart kicks in my chest at the implications of what we’re doing.
When he pulls away, a small smile tilts his lips. “Be good, Grace.”
He slips away into the crowd, and Lucas and Zaid both shift closer to me in a protective gesture.
“Want something to drink?” Lucas asks, glancing down at me with a wolfish grin.
“Yeah, why not? I’ll have a—”
“Glenfiddich,” Lucas finishes, turning to the bartender, Charlie. “Three of ’em. Neat.”
The broad-shouldered man behind the bar nods. I recognize him from when I used to come here with my parents, and I grin when he catches my gaze and smiles. He was always laid-back and friendly, and it doesn’t look like the past six years have changed that.
“How did you know?” I ask Lucas, cocking my head.
“That’s what you always got.”
“What if I was going to ask for something else tonight?”
“Were you?” He grins.
When I don’t respond, his smile widens. Charlie comes back quickly with the drinks, and when I take a sip of mine, I almost moan with satisfaction.
“See?” Lucas takes a sip of his own drink, looking cocky as fuck.
I flip him off, rolling my eyes as I chuckle. The dimly lit bar is crowded and boisterous. It’s a neighborhood establishment with quite a few regulars, but tonight, everyone in the place is connected to the Novak Syndicate. Zaid and Lucas aren’t pulled away by the same duties Hale was, so we settle in at a small high-top table near the bar, drinking and talking. Conversation rolls off our tongues easily as we slip back into old habits and memories.
For the first time in a long time, I feel completely relaxed. Every fucked up thing that’s happened over the past several weeks seems to slip away, leaving just the pleasant buzz of the alcohol in my veins and the feel of Zaid’s shoulder brushing against mine. The sound of Lucas’s infectious laugh. The smell of cigar smoke and the hubbub of voices.
We finish our first drinks and get another round, and by the time I’ve finished my second whiskey, it’s becoming harder and harder not to notice how close we’re all standing, gathered around the small table. Every time our bodies touch, heat flares inside me, and we seem to be touching more and more.
“You know…” My words trail off as I hold up my empty drink, looking at Lucas through the patterned glass. His handsome face is distorted, spinning slightly at the edges. “You know what I’ve always wondered?”
“What have you wondered?” His green eyes darken as I lower the glass, his gaze dipping to my mouth.
“What would have happened in the kitchen that night?”
My voice is quiet, but it doesn’t matter. It’s only meant for two people, and they can hear my words just fine. Zaid’s eyes widen a little, and my pulse picks up as both he and Lucas lean closer to me. A demanding ache is building in my core, and I shift my weight, squeezing my thighs together to try to relieve it.
“What would’ve happened?” Lucas echoes my question, his voice thick.
“If I hadn’t mentioned what Brian said. If we hadn’t gotten distracted.” I lick my suddenly dry lips. Bringing this up seemed like a great idea in my tipsy state a moment ago, but now I feel inexplicably nervous. “What would’ve happened? Between the three of us?”
Zaid makes a noise low in his throat, and when I turn my gaze toward him, the look in his eyes goes straight through my body, better than any drink. He downs the rest of his whiskey in one swallow, then sets his glass on the table top with a heavy thud. His hand wraps around my wrist, and he tugs me through the crowd toward the back of the bar, Lucas right behind us.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my breath coming faster.
Zaid stops, and for a moment, I’m pinned between his body and Lucas’s in the middle of the dark bar. They’re both breathing harder too, and when Zaid turns around and reaches up to drag his knuckles down the side of my face, my pussy clenches.
“You wanted to know what would’ve happened, kitten,” he murmurs quietly.
Lucas’s lips brush the shell of my ear, his body hot and hard behind mine. “So we’ll show you.”
18
Grace
Anticipation surges through me like a shot of straight adrenaline as the three of us slip out of the main room of the bar, heading down a hallway toward the back. I almost trip over Zaid’s feet in my impatience to get where we’re going, and he laughs as he stops in front of a door and tries the handle.
He grins triumphantly when it opens, then turns and hooks an arm around my waist, pulling me through. Lucas shuts the door behind us, and I blink in the dim light. We’re in what looks like a small office or break room. The overhead lights are off, so the only illumination comes from a small window on the far side of the room and the ambient light that spills in from the crack under the door.
“The lock’s broken,” Zaid says, a grin in his voice. My eyes are still adjusting, so it’s hard to make out his features. “I thought we’d be able to get in here.”
“But that means we have to be quiet, princess,” Lucas murmurs, coming up behind me and enclosing me between their bodies again. “We can’t lock the door, so if we don’t want to get caught, we have to make sure no one hears us. Can you do that?”
Honestly, it already feels like my heart is beating so loud that every patron at The Blind Pour should be able to hear it. But I nod, even though I’m not sure it’s a promise I can keep. “Yes.”
“Huh. She sounds way too sure about that.” Zaid chuckles, running his hands over the bare skin of my arms. “I think we should make it harder for her, don’t you?”
“Definitely.” Lucas’s voice is a low purr, and he nuzzles my ear as he speaks, nipping at my earlobe and sending a shock of sensation to my clit.
My back arches, my shoulders leaning against his chest even as my hips grind against Zaid’s, the feel of his growing erection making my blood burn like fire. When the three of us were together as teenagers, it was one of the hottest nights of my life—but we were kids, still figuring out what we liked, what felt good.
We’re not kids now.
And as Zaid and Lucas each start to move their hands over me, kissing my neck, my shoulders, and my lips, I can already feel the difference between then and now. The one thing that stays the same, the one thing that’s just how I remember it, is the way I begin to lose track of whose hands are whose.
Especially with the light so dim, all of my attention focuses in on what I can feel, not what I see.
And I feel so fucking much.
They trade me back and forth between them, spinning me in their arms as they take me apart kiss by kiss. Zaid’s lips trail down my neck, and I shiver as I kiss Lucas deeper. Then they trade again, and Lucas reaches around to cup my breasts through the soft fabric of my dress as Zaid’s wicked tongue explores my mouth. I don’t try to keep track of who I’m facing or what each man is doing. I just let myself fall into it, kissing and groping them back as our quiet breathing and soft groans fill the room.
When I’m turned around again, Lucas wraps his arms aro
und me from behind, pulling me tight to him so that my back is to his chest. His large palms splay over my stomach, and he nips at my neck as he begins to gather the material of my dress, dragging the stretchy fabric up my body.
My eyes are adjusting to the darkness, and I watch as Zaid’s shadowy form kneels before me. I gasp when he reaches under my dress and hooks my panties with his fingers, dragging them over my hips and down my legs. He helps me step out of them, and as he tucks them away in his pocket, Lucas drags my dress up even higher, baring my naked pussy for his brother.
“Fuck, Grace.” Zaid’s voice is husky, and he slips a finger through my folds, groaning when he feels how wet I am already.
Hell, I think I was soaked the second he took my hand and started leading me toward the back room.
Lucas keeps my dress bunched in one hand as his other hand moves upward, sliding over my breasts before diving beneath the angled neckline. He pinches my nipple just as Zaid leans forward and licks a long line up my slit. I let out a breathy cry, and Lucas chuckles.
“I love that sound. Shit, I almost don’t care if we do get busted back here. I just want to hear you make that noise again.”
Zaid murmurs something I can’t quite hear, and then his hands grip my hips, holding on tight as he begins to lap at me in earnest. His tongue slides over my clit, and I bite my lip to hold in the sounds that try to pour from my mouth. My hips shift as I press myself harder against Zaid’s mouth, and he responds by picking up the tempo of his tongue, flicking the tip over my sensitive bud.
“Fuck!” I hiss, and Lucas groans behind me.
“I can smell you, Grace,” he whispers, his voice pouring into my ear. “I can smell how turned on you are.”
I’m too turned on to be embarrassed by the fact that the room already smells like sex. I can feel liquid dripping down my thighs, a combination of my arousal and Zaid’s saliva, and it’s so perfectly filthy that it makes my core clench, my clit spasming with a burst of pleasure.
Zaid growls lightly, tightening his grip on my hips and attacking my clit with his tongue. My knees almost buckle as pleasure explodes through my body. Reaching up behind me, I wrap one arm around Lucas’s neck, clinging to him to keep myself from collapsing into a puddle.
When Zaid hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, I worry that I really will fall over, but the new angle it gives him on my clit feels too fucking good to stop. So I just hang on to Lucas as tightly as I can, leaning back against him as he devours my neck with hot kisses.
“Come on my brother’s face, princess,” he murmurs, pinching my nipple again. His hand squeezes and massages my breast with a firm grip that walks the line between pleasure and pain. When I roll my hips against Zaid’s tongue again, Lucas groans. “Come for him. Let him lap you up. He’s so fucking hungry for you.”
Jesus. They definitely didn’t dirty talk like this when we were teenagers.
His filthy words seem to travel all the way down to my clit, adding to the barrage of sensations from Zaid’s talented mouth. Arching my back and swirling my hips, I finally let myself fall over the edge, shuddering with each wave of my orgasm as I come hard. Another loud cry starts to spill from my lips, but Lucas clamps a hand over my mouth, pressing a kiss to my temple.
“I lied.” His voice holds amusement, but something else too. “I don’t want anyone to find us back here. Only Zaid and I get to see you like this. This moment is just for us.”
I blink, breathing hard as my heart slams against my ribs. The possessiveness in his tone makes a little thrill go through me, and as Zaid straightens in front of us, I reach behind me with my free hand and palm Lucas’s cock.
Zaid kisses me, letting me taste myself on his tongue, and as my foot finds the floor again, I unwind my arm from around Lucas’s neck. I reach down, my fingers fumbling with the button and fly of Zaid’s suit as the hand behind me works to free his brother’s cock too. They both help me a little, and then they both let out satisfied groans of their own as I wrap a hand around each of them.
They’re almost exactly the same size, although Lucas’s cock is a little thicker. My breath comes faster as I stroke them, spreading the beads of precum that ooze slowly from their shafts.
“This is not what I thought would happen when Hale invited me to come with you guys tonight,” I say breathlessly, letting out a soft, almost giddy laugh.
“Me neither.” Lucas’s voice hitches. “But I’m glad as fuck it did.”
Zaid murmurs an agreement as they both begin to kiss and touch me again, their hands wandering over my body as my fists move up and down their cocks. I’ve never double-fisted dick before, so I’m a little awkward with it at first, but it doesn’t take long for me to find a rhythm that has them both groaning. Their hips thrust against my hands, and just as another slick droplet of precum seeps from Lucas’s crown, he wraps his hand around my wrist, stopping me.
When he speaks, his voice is rough with desire. “I’m gonna come soon, Grace. Fuck, it feels too damn good. Do you want to stop this here? Or do you want more?”
I know what he’s asking. If I want them both to finish in my hands like this, or if I want to take things further.
My clit throbs insistently, and my pussy clenches, desperate for something to fill it up.
“More,” I gasp out.
Zaid and Lucas both make pleased noises, the sounds so similar it makes me shiver. Using his grip on my wrist, Lucas tugs my hand away from his cock. His arms band around my waist, and he lifts me easily before taking three long strides and stopping in front of the small couch that lines one wall.
Keeping his arms around me, he sinks down onto it, settling me on his lap with my back to his chest. My legs automatically spread to either side of his thighs, and I feel the hardness of his cock brush against my bare pussy. He groans, and I rise up a little, situating myself over him before I reach down between us and line him up with my core.
As I sink down, all the breath leaves my lungs in a shuddery exhale. Zaid is watching us both, fisting his own cock and stroking it with slow deliberation.
“Let me see you ride my brother,” he orders, his mouth dropping open a little as he stares at us.
My skin feels like it might catch fire from the way he’s looking at me, but I do what he says, rolling my hips as Lucas’s cock slides in and out of me. It feels fucking amazing, and as hot as it is to have Zaid watching us, I want him to feel as good as I feel right now. Without breaking my rhythm, I jerk my chin, gesturing him over.
“Jesus. You’re gonna wreck me, aren’t you?” He chuckles hoarsely as he steps closer, and I grin up at him as I work my hips against his brother.
“I’m gonna try.”
He laughs softly again, then drops his head and kisses me as Lucas’s hands find my hips, guiding my movements.
Zaid finally pulls away from our kiss, standing in front of me with his cock jutting forward, hard and thick. His pants are shoved down just far enough to give me access to what I want, and I lick my palm before wrapping my hand around him again. My hips move faster, rising and falling harder as I fuck his brother and stroke Zaid at the same time.
But I still want more. Pleasure is spiraling through my body, erasing any shyness or doubt, and as Lucas holds my hips, I lean forward, taking Zaid’s cock in my mouth.
He curses under his breath, his hands delving into my hair. One of my hands braces on his hip, keeping me from toppling forward, while the other grips his shaft, working in tandem with my mouth as I squeeze and stroke him.
It’s a slightly awkward position, but both men hold me steady, keeping me perfectly balanced between them as we all move together.
“Fuck, kitten. Oh, fuck.”
Salt explodes on my tongue as the first jet of cum hits the back of my throat, and Zaid lets out a muffled grunt as he comes. I swallow as fast as I can, hollowing my cheeks and continuing to suck until he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me away, helping me straighten up before stepping back. I lean backward against
Lucas’s chest, feeling him thicken and swell inside me. He’s close too, hovering right on the edge.
“That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” he mutters, his hand sliding down my stomach and slipping under my dress to find my clit. “You’re fucking amazing.”
He finds the hard, swollen bundle of nerves with the pads of his fingers, massaging in hard circular strokes.
And that’s all it takes.
I come hard, my breath catching in my throat as I grip his forearm, rolling my hips over and over.
“That’s it. Just like that. God, yes.” His body stiffens beneath mine as he slams his hips upward, impaling me even deeper as his cock pulses inside me.
My body melts against his, my head falling against his shoulder as all the bones in my body seem to dissolve. I stare up at Zaid, who’s looking down at us in the dim light. My eyes have adjusted enough that I can make out his features and the satisfied gleam in his green eyes.
“Well.” One corner of his mouth curves up in a sexy grin. “That was better than I remembered.”
I laugh softly. I feel more drunk now than I did when we came in here, and I think it’s as much the booze as it is the feeling of satisfaction that’s radiating through me.
“Yeah,” I murmur as Lucas presses a kiss to the side of my head. “It was.”
19
Lucas
I think my dick is officially wrecked.
Officially owned.
I don’t have any clue what’s gonna happen with the four of us and Grace, what kind of future any of us could have with her. But I know I don’t want anyone else, and I never fucking will.
Grace is everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman. She’s fierce and determined, loyal and smart as fuck.
And sexy. So fucking sexy.