By the end of the call, I'm on the verge of tears and an anxiety attack. Calling a cab to take me to a bar with the best liquor is the best plan I can come up with at this point in the night.
An unknown amount of alcohol later, something touches my arm. No,someone. Which I'm only able to distinguish by the voice coming from near my shoulder since I refuse to lift my head and face the world.
"Alright," a manly voice begins. "I couldn't come up with a pick up line, so I'm hoping my honesty atleastearns me a glance beyond your jawline."
Shocked enough to look up at the man, I'm a little stunned by how someone masculine can be so...so...pretty. His short brown hair is a mess of waves, and he keeps his scruff close to his striking face. Brown eyes gleam at me, but that's not what really catches my attention. The man behind him eyeing me like a snack with an arm wrapped around the guy touching me does.
"Excuse me?" I murmur, a bit weirded out by these two men.
"Love the man bun," the other guy says with a lift of his chin. In the low lighting of the bar, I notice he too has a man bun; but his hair is much lighter than mine, and the beard he's rocking sets us apart. Well, that and his incredibly wide chest and muscles.Is this a real-life lumberjack?
A snort from the leaner man startles me. "No, Nate is not a lumberjack. He does work with wood, though. And he'sreallygood at it," he adds, winking at me.
My dick jolts, enjoying the way his voice deepens with his dumb innuendo. I've been with plenty of men before, but I've always preferred women. Or at least I have since I met Violet.
"Aw, no frowning." The short-haired guy introduces himself. "I’m Ellis."
"Jamie," I respond politely, still uncertain what the couple wants from me. It's obvious they're together in some capacity.
Ellis watches me glance down at the buff arm around his waist. "I'll cut to the chase since it's clear my partner can't keep his hands off of me. We're looking for a third tonight and maybe onward too. Let us buy you a drink, show you a good time, and see what happens?"
Nate leans in to Ellis and whispers something, then Ellis adds in, "Please."
I cannot get a read on these two for the life of me. What I do know is my dick is hard from the attention and how taboo what's happening right now is. And my heart hurts a little less under their intense gaze.
"Actually," I say, twisting on my stool to face them. Ellis licks his lips as he looks me up and down. I'm guessing the bigger guy could match my dominance, and I'm feeling the urge to test Ellis a little. "Why don't we move to a booth andyoushow me just how interested you are, Ellis?"
His eyes flare with surprise and lust. Glancing at Nate, they seem to share a silent conversation before Ellis nods.
My stomach flips with a bit of nausea, but I battle it back. I'm not in a committed relationship. I've fuckedup so bad I'm not sure I'll ever be forgiven, and these two would just be an escape.Just how Violet was using me.
As my heart clenches, I stand and realize Ellis and I are the exact same height. Nate seems to be a few inches taller which will be interesting.No it won’t because they are just a distraction.
Nodding to the back corner, I lead the way with my drink in my hand. I'm not so drunk I can't walk straight or think properly. Just drunk enough that I'm making questionable choices and falling into a pattern I told myself I was done with.
Once I've settled myself in the center of the round booth, I rest my arms above the back cushion and relax. "Sit," I command Ellis, using the power I have in this situation to my advantage.
He moves so he’s between me and Nate, so I'm betting he's the one that wants to do the touching. As I suspected, Ellis licks his lips and slides in until he's inches from me. Nate sticks to Ellis' side and watches us with a keen eye.
"Voyeur?" I ask, not willing to shoot the shit right now. Maybe in the morning I'll realize I'm being a dick, but Nate doesn't even bat an eye when he nods.
Smirking at the big man, I wait for him to stop his man when Ellis reaches for me. Lean fingers open the buttons of my shirt without hesitation.They've done this before.
Quickly I down the last of my beverage and sink into Ellis' sensual touch. Honestly, he is too soft.Nothing like Violet's desperate need to feel my skin on hers.
"Underneath the table," I bite out, trying to keep myself calm but am getting more agitated the longer this stranger is taking to suck my dick.
"No," Ellis replies, not even looking me in the eye. He just watches my chest heave with exertion as he drags his blunt nails across my abs. "You can wait. I want to see if I like what we picked out first."
What the fuck?Maybe my assumptions about him were wrong. He's not completely submissive. When I catch his eye, there's something hard there that confuses me. But I don't care about the interesting complexity of this couple. Not one bit.
"I'm not merchandise." My argument is weak, especially when he pinches my nipple.
"No?" Ellis hums. "Pretty sure I'm trying you on for size before we exchange numbers."
"Relax," Nate rumbles to both of us when Ellis and I continue to glare at one another. "Enjoy. Both of you."
"Fuck off," I snap at the big guy. My annoyance dissipates when Ellis slips beneath the table when I look away. "Fuck."
