Dane and I share a look and smile as Christian taps on the keyboard of his phone then glances up. “Alright, we’re all set to head over to Afterburn.”
“Well, Christian, it was great to chat with you.” I hold out my hand for a shake because that’s my queue, but he glances down at it before meeting my eyes.
“You’re coming too, right?” he asks, genuinely confused.
“He is. He just doesn’t know it yet,” Dane replies.
“Oh, Hannah and I should?—”
“Great,” Christian interrupts me trying to excuse myself from this, patting me on the shoulder. “Hudson will meet us there but our limo is downstairs. Grab Hannah and meet us at the back entrance.” He steps away toward the direction of his significant others, Jake and Elena, and I wish I had the guts to ask him about his situation. About how it works.
My gaze shifts to Dane who’s standing there still rubbing the surface of his quad. “Hudson will be there?” I ask.
He laughs. “Yes, come on.” He pulls me with him as Hannah comes into view and we all head down to the limo together.
“Dane,” I call out, getting his attention before stepping into the vehicle. “Um, Afterburn, I’ve…We’ve—” I gesture to Hannah.
“It’s not open to the public, we’re just going there for drinks and to hang out.” My body visibly relaxes.
“Oh.” I feel relieved. I think.
“Christian closed it tonight so the staff could attend the game but don’t worry,” he winks, “I’ll take you and Hannah another time.”
I hate that he reads my thoughts quicker than I can figure them out but as he turns and ducks into the limo, I can’t help but smile.
That is until a text message from my father pops up on my phone.
Edward: I have it on good authority you were at the game again tonight with Christian Ford and Dane Campbell. Why you decided to go with my future clients without informing me makes me think you’ve forgotten your obligations to me and my company.
Edward: It would be easy for me to divert everything owed back on her so she can be the one paying for your careless mistake.
45
HANNAH
“These are the private rooms.” Dane points down a long hallway with multiple doors before opening the first one on the left.
Stepping in, my eyes bounce around the dimly lit room and I’m immediately overwhelmed. There is a massive, maybe bigger than king size, bed in the middle of the room. The dark wood bed posts have multiple rings attached to them as they trail up toward the ceiling.
A wall display takes up half the area behind it showcasing different types of toys, ropes, and floggers. There’s a Saint Andrew’s cross on the opposite side of the bed and a cage on the other.
I’ve never seen anything like this in my entire life. Not that I’ve spent much time in lifestyle clubs, but I just had no idea this would be what it looked like.
I’m surprised at how clean and classy everything is. The front entrance had a waterfall and peaceful ambiance that let you into a large open bar area with plenty of high tables and seating. Mind you, the club is closed so no one occupied the space when we walked into it but it was pristine and elegant.
As we walked past the bar, there was an area called the Chat Room that donned the old AOL symbol and even had the welcome note and door shut sound as you went in and out of it. Dane said it was a safe meeting room for people who utilize the App that led to the creation of this club.
We passed by a stage area that I didn’t ask about because I blushed just looking at it, then passed by the voyeur rooms—expansive rooms similar to this one but with floor-to-ceiling glass windows for spectators—and now we’re here in the private rooms.
Now that we’re in the room, behind closed doors, the sexual tension is high—as it usually is when the three of us are together, and if I wasn’t already blushing at the furnishings that make up this room, I’m flushed by the two men inside of it.
There’s no denying the chemistry between us and as much as we all have our moments of hesitation, there’s also nothing that feels more natural than when we’re spending time together.
I can feel their eyes on me as I make my way over to the bed, sitting down at the end of it. The energy in the room is electric and it sets my skin on fire or perhaps it’s just the searing gaze they both have on me.
Sitting on Dane’s lap during the game was the most excruciating foreplay I’ve ever experienced. His fingertips grazed over every inch of my body, alternating under and over articles of clothing. Sneaking under the waistband of my leggings, teasing me endlessly. I squirmed at his touch as I watched Ethan sneaking glances at us, smiling and laughing while talking about baseball for the first time in years. The mixture brought out a happiness I didn’t know I could feel.
So now, as they prowl around me, I’m fully intoxicated by the look of desire behind their eyes.
