“I don't mind, really.” Blake pushes. I grab his arm and shake my head.
“My club, my treat.” I smile sweetly at him. He puts his card away in response and lifts his drink towards Ryon in a “cheers” manner.
“Our girl?” Blake asks. There is a hint of covetousness in his tone.
“Ryon, Lucas, and James are my best friends. We’ve known each other since we were babies. Our moms grew up together too.” I tell him, pointing at each of them as I say their names. He nods in approval.
The song “Figure You Out” by Voilà plays over the speakers as Blake pulls me back to the dance floor. I giggle as we start dancing. The words of the song pull my thoughts to Ghost. I can’t help but compare him and Blake. They are both hot as hell, yeah, but there’s more. It’s the connection they both offer me. Ghost gives me passion, mystery, and fire. Blake offers me something tangible. A connection in the real world. Something people can see. Why did he have to come into my life and fuck everything up? The question is: who is better for me?
Blake pulls my attention from the raging thoughts of my love life by grabbing my face. As I look at him, his hand slides down. His thumb rests on my jaw as the other four fingers wrap around my neck. My eyes widen and I fawn at him.
“Come back to me, Amoure.” He says in a seductive tone. I nod and bite my lip. It never dawned on me that Blake may know who Ghost is. They are both from the French Mafia. I need to ask him but not right now. I don’t want to ruin this night for us.
We dance for hours. Taking shot after shot my head gets fuzzier with each. By two in the morning, the guys are calling me a car and I’m saying goodbye to Blake in a rather lustful way. Kissing him passionately, before we part ways. I climb into the car that has pulled up for me and wave him off. I feel at peace for just this moment. I bask in it. The alternative is filled with wishes and wants, none of which I can have when the sun rises and reality sets.
The house is noticeably quiet as I return home. Thinking of the many people sleeping soundly nearby reminds me of the fact that I really need to get my own place.I’ll look online tomorrow, I tell myself. Just then, another notion comes to mind. Quickly dressing into a matching silk sleep set, I climb into bed. The idea that Ghost could come and go as hepleases causes my fingers to dip below the comforter and into my already soaked panties. I’m needy for a relief that won’t come. No matter how hard I try, nothing compares to him. The way my body responds to his touch is incomprehensible. That’s not to say Blake isn’t amazing too. The spontaneous energy that happened between us was just perfect.I need to ride that ride again. I'm willing to do anything to relieve my mind of Ghost. Even though he encouraged this… It’s as if he’s trying to manipulate my emotions, to make me feel like I can’t function without him, all while keeping me at arms length.
I lay in bed, tossing and turning, quietly waiting for the masked man to sneak into my room and take what he wants. Whatever he wants, I’ll give him. No matter how hard I fight to tell myself no. Darkness eventually takes over my senses and my dreams are filled with a tandem team of strong bodied, dark souls taking control of my ecstasy.
I see Ghost first. A mask covers his face, wearing black military bottoms, he stands shirtless across from me. I fawn at him, praying he’ll come closer. He reads my mind by inching closer.
“Like what you see, Little Siren?” He asks.
“So much.” I pant.
“Naughty vixen. Do you have no shame?” He chuckles.
“Not with you.” Telling him as I close the distance between us.
My hands reach up for his arm. I glide them over his, feeling every scar and perfect imperfection. I look into his eyes, absorbing every fine detail like it’s the last time I'll see them. Diamond orbs look back at me.
“Don’t be selfish, Ghost.” Comes from behind us. I turn to see Blake. He stalks towards us dressed in a suit with the top three buttons undone.
“I don't know. Do you think she can take both of us?” Ghost asks him.
“At the same time?” I whisper. They both chuckle in such a low octave I can feel the vibrations in my core.
“She’s a good girl. She will take both of us and say thank you after.” Blake stands next to me, reaching out to run his thumb across my jaw and then my bottom lip.
“Is that right, baby? You’ll take every last drop of our cum? How will you take us?” Ghost looks down at me.
“I-,” squeaking out, the testosterone in the small area alone has me mute. It’s deafening.
“Have you had her mouth yet?” He looks to Blake for an answer. Blake responds with shaking his head no.
“That filthy mouth of hers does even filthier things. It’s divine.” He leans in and licks my bottom lip before taking it between his teeth. Blake moves closer, now pressed against my back.
“Is that so? I'll have to find out just how good it is.” He says from behind me.
“And you? Where will you have me, Ghost?” I continue to look him in the eyes. Begging to know the answer.
“Oh, my Little Siren…I'll have that pretty pussy of yours and when I'm done using you like the good little cum slut you are, I'll make you suck the remnants off of both of us.” He coos.
“Please?” I practically beg.
Chapter Twelve
Gun Buddies
