Knowing she will be mine again—ours—filled me with a surge of male satisfaction. I stroked a finger down her cheek. “Come home with us. We can talk there.”
With one hand I gathered a creamy thigh and dragged it up mine until I knew she felt the hard line of my cock.
“Oh, God, Cade.” Her eyes glazed over and for half a second both Jace and I stood there, rooted in place by the shift of power in the room. She held all of it and we hung on her next words.
All she would have to do is say yes and I would die a happy man. Jace too. I raised my eyes from her and looked at Jace, who moved the curtain of hair from her face.
War raged behind those pretty eyes. We were about to lose. I knew it. She would leave and force us to keep our word.
“That, uh, that shouldn’t have happened.” Her voice shivered, but I admired her holding our gazes. She cupped her face, but that only enhanced the wild red splashed across them.
Jace stepped in and turned her to him. He took her hands in his and kissed her lingeringly.
“Let us see you home safely at least. Tomorrow we will pick you up and then we can say everything we need to say.”
She stepped from our arms, and I let my hands fall to my sides. Bewilderment shined in her eyes. Jace looked like he wanted to scoop her up, toss her over his shoulder, and walk out. We didn’t need that kind of press this close to our first game of the season.
“That’s okay. I can take a cab.”
With a finger under her chin, I lifted her gaze to mine. “I’m sorry, I didn't mean for that to come out as a request.”
Chapter Five
Elle
Cocky, pushy bastards. Where had my head been last night? Horrible thoughts burned my mind. It seemed all our collective brains shut off and we let our bodies do the talking. But seriously, what the hell was wrong with me? I didn’t just fall into a man’s arms, much less two. It didn’t matter why.
But I had with them. And so easily. I leaned on my bathroom counter and tried to find the woman I knew versus the woman I became with them. One look, a stroke of a hand and I succumbed to all my desires. I couldn’t even blame it on the alcohol either. Well, enough of that. I didn’t have time to frolic and play in night clubs with ex-boyfriends.
Freshly showered minutes later, I gathered my dry hair in a twist and braided the length down my back. Standing naked, I used my towel to clean off the mirror and froze at the clear view of my body. My nipples were still sensitive, hard. I swiped a finger over one tip and jumped from the jolt.
Last night I realized something. I thought what I felt for Cade and Jace was a thing of the past. Clearly that wasn’t the case. My heart raced just thinking about them. My whole body tingled all through the night, and I couldn’t help but question why I stopped. Why I refused to go home with them. I frowned as a thought struck me. “They had to think the worst of me.”
Part of me wanted to call them. Tell them how sorry I felt for jumping on them the way I did. It felt as wrong as it did good. But mostly it felt unfinished.
I stole a glance at the clock on my nightstand. I didn’t have time, and maybe that was for the better. Just leave it and move on.
All the steel nerves I found last night dissolved the second I locked my apartment door behind me anyway. Cade and Jace dropped me off with a kiss and a promise to be back tonight at six sharp for that talk. Before they let me go, both made sure I had their contact numbers. After work, I would make sure to delete them before I did anything stupid.
Call me a coward, but I made sure I left my house well in advance of six. I had work and it was my turn to close up tonight. Old boyfriend and feelings from the past needed to say where they came from.
If anything, being early gave me time to check in on my parents and maybe grab a bite to eat before my shift started. And try to put last night behind me.
How I would manage that still eluded me. Forgetting I had gotten off on my ex’s face and his friend’s insatiable taste for my nipples didn’t sound like an easy feat. But, if I rolled with it and just continued my routine, it should be no big deal, right? Yeah, that sounded like a good, safe plan. Reasonable plan. When they didn’t find me at home, they would get the hint. Last night happened, sure, but it also came with a no repeat option.
Only my palms were sweaty and I couldn’t help but look over my shoulder every five seconds to see if they were the ones tripping the bell over the door as I delivered countless rounds of beer and chicken wings through my shift.
The place didn’t hold a flame to the elegance of II, but the pay was good and the people were nice enough. Not exactly shabby is how I would describe the nightclub, with tables scattered across the entire place and private booths lining the walls. Only these didn’t have curtains. Exhausted after a back-breaking shift, I stumbled out of the nightclub, my legs heavier than two lead bricks. Swollen
