"Not really my style." I didn't tell him I was getting used to how the lace and boning cinched in my torso. Hell, I could even admit I looked damn good like this. If Tony really wanted to go home with Madonna, it was a fantasy I could help him live out.
"Damn shame." He reached up, tracing his thumb over my cheek before leaning in to nip my ear. "Can't think of much I'd love to do more than lift up that skirt and fuck you right into tomorrow."
"You...you need to go. Now." My voice was thick and raspy. Right then, I needed Tony to be the strong one for both of us. "I'll stop by and say hi to you and your brothers after I change."
"Be sure you do. I know they'd all planned on putting their money in Peter's jar, but once they see you, I'm sure they'll throw a few dollars your way."
Tony turned to walk away, and I sagged against the wall, struggling to catch my breath. This wasn't how tonight was supposed to go at all.
It took me nearly an hour before I was able to mingle my way through the crowd to where the Marino boys had a reserved table next to the stage. The show had ended a while ago, and now the only thing left to do was tally the money collected for voting. All the performers from tonight were in the final push to gather as much money as possible to donate to the shelter.
"Hey, stranger," I said, sliding my hand up Tony's thigh when he turned to face me. The look on his face when he took in my black lace bra covered by a mesh shirt was priceless. I had a new appreciation for what women went through when they hit the clubs because, suddenly, Tony was unable to look at anything higher than my chest. I hooked a finger under his chin, lifting his gaze to mine. "I'm up here."
"I know they're not real, but damn!" He shifted on the stool, trying to get comfortable. I slid my hand higher until my fingertips grazed the edge of his cock.
"You wanna play with them, don't you?" I asked. I thought I'd kept my voice low enough so only he could hear me, but Enzo's choked laugh behind me said otherwise.
"If you let him, he'd probably pull the inserts out of your bra and use them for pillows," Enzo said. Tony scowled then shrugged as he took another sip of his drink. "Don't hold anything that happens tonight against him. He's been a bit loopy since he disappeared for the last round of drinks. Can't be sure, but I think he's had a few more than the rest of us."
There went my plans for the night. Or maybe not. If Tony was up for it, maybe I'd sneak out the back door without taking off my makeup or this uncomfortable as hell costume and give him a night he'd never forget. The idea had merit, but it all depended on what state Tony was in by the time I was able to cut out of here.
"I'm not that bad," Tony protested, listing to the side. If I hadn't been there to catch him, he'd have fallen on his ass. "Okay, so I'm tipsy, but I'm not trashed."
"And do you plan on slowing down now that the show's over?" Enzo asked, still laughing at his brother. Our eyes met briefly and there was something there.
Jealousy? No. That wasn't it. I shook off the thought before I started thinking too hard about my own fantasies I'd stowed in a box and shoved to the dusty corners of my mind. Tony knew I'd considered what it'd be like to be with both of them at the same time; hell, he was the one who brought it up one night while he kept me company until closing time. And I wasn't going to deny it. Who wouldn't want a hot and sweaty night as the filling in a twins sandwich?
Just the mental picture my mind created as jerk-off fodder was hot as hell. The reality? If that particular fantasy ever came to life, I wasn't sure any other sexual experience could live up to it.
"Yeah," Tony said. "But seriously, it's not my fault. I don't know what the hell Jordan put in those drinks, but they're lethal."
Now it was my turn to laugh. Jordan was known for going out of his way to make the strongest drinks possible. The way he saw it; the more people drank, the more they tipped, and that was a win-win for everyone. It was hard to disagree when we all saw a surge in our tips on the nights he played around building his concoctions. "Enzo, would you mind heading up to the bar and asking for a glass of water?"
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea." Enzo was up off his stool before Tony could even protest.
My eyes followed Enzo's tight ass as he awkwardly zigzagged his way through the crowd. Although the men were identical twins, there were subtle nuances that made it impossible to confuse the two of them. Tony was the confident, sometimes cocky, twin while Enzo was much more reserved. If it was Tony heading to the bar, he would push his way through the sea of people. He wouldn’t have been rude about it, but he made his presence known. Enzo, on the other hand, started and stopped several times, patiently waiting for people to get out of his way.
"You like him, don't you?" Tony's question startled me, and my attention snapped back to him. He rested a hand on my waist, pulling me between his legs. I should’ve reminded him I was working and the performers were supposed to be off limits tonight, but I couldn't. Not when I was so caught up in how it felt to have Tony so openly affectionate. For several months now, I'd known it was a dangerous game we were playing. We'd agreed our arrangement was just sex, but the more time I spent with Tony, the more I came to appreciate the time we spent together outside the bedroom.
"You don't have to pretend you're not attracted to him. I can see it all over your face." Tony reached up like he was going to touch my face then lowered his hand. "In case I haven't told you already, you look fucking amazing tonight."
"Thanks." I chuckled. "I think you mentioned it a time or two. And if there was any doubt, I'm pretty sure I'd have picked up the hint when you started talking about everything you wanted to do to me while I'm wearing this skirt."
"Is that weird to you?" Tony asked. His eyes darted to something in the distance. They were unfocused, as if he wasn't so much paying attention to something else as trying to avoid meeting my gaze.
"Tony, you make no secret about the fact you're into guys and girls. Is it strange that you're turned on by me wearing all this makeup and women's clothes? Sure, maybe a little, but it's flattering at the same time."
Eli could fire me if he wanted, but I wasn't in any hurry to leave Tony’s side. I dug into his back pocket, pulling out his phone to check the time. Only twenty more minutes and they'd announce the winner then I was free for the night. "And as for your other question, yes, I am attracted to Enzo. How could I not be when the two of you look so much alike?"
"You still think about having a threesome with both of us?" Tony shifted on his stool and licked that bright red bottom lip. The man was seriously trying to kill me tonight. "I mean, if Enzo was up for it, would you say no?"
"Is it something you want?" Tony's shoulders slumped forward slightly, and I wondered if it was something he had considered in the past but never acted upon. Or hell, maybe it was something they had done with another third, and he was eager to do it again.
"I don't know if want is the right word," Tony clarified. He picked up his nearly empty glass, swirling the ice around, once again avoiding my gaze. "And maybe it makes me sick for even thinking about it, but yeah, I guess I have. And I can't be certain, but I think he has too."
"What makes you say that?" I couldn't believe we were having this conversation in the middle of a crowded bar with Tony's brothers nearby. Luckily, they all seem to be wrapped up in their own conversations, and if any of them had overheard what we were talking about, they gave no indication they were shocked.
"It's just in these little things that he does. Comments he's made the morning after you stop by. I don't know, maybe it's nothing, and I probably shouldn’t have even said anything. Just forget about it. You guys were right, I'm too drunk to be talking about serious shit."
