“I heard it was open to the public.”
“Sounds a little like stalkin’, sweetheart.”
“Maybe I am.”
“You’re not very good at it,” he tells me.
“Why not?”
“I could smell that pussy of yours when I walked through the door. So fuckin’ turned on and wanton. My boy do that for you?”Instantly, my cheeks heat. Did I fuck up by coming here? He doesn’t look too happy to see me.
“We were dancing.”
“I could see that. His hands on you make you horny?”
“I …”
“You what? You horny now?”
“Yes,” I say softly, although he heard me. He smirks at me and nods his head before pulling my body against his. The next thing I know, he’s tapping on his boy's shoulder and nodding toward the hallway at the back. I swallow hard, not knowing what’s going to happen. I should walk away, but I can’t. I need to do this. I need this. I need to get closer to him to find out what I need to know.
Instead of fighting it, I go along with him. I should be nervous having his friend following us, but for some stupid reason, I’m not.
Patch opens the door and ushers me inside when I see it’s a bedroom. Is this his room?
“You wanted my boy,” he says as the door closes behind the three of us.
“Not really. I was looking for you,” I tell him truthfully.
“Is that why his hands were all over you?”
“I was just dancing.”
“Tide, was that just dancin’?” Patch asks the other man.
“She had her ass in my hands, brother.”
“That’s what I thought too. That didn’t seem like just a dance, and I didn’t see you lookin’ for me.”
“I … I was.”
“What is it you wanted when you were lookin’ for me, darlin’?”
“You. I wanted you.”
“And you found my boy instead. You wanna have some fun?” he asks. My mouth goes dry, but I know what I need to do to get close enough to him for information.
“Always,” I purr. Patch nods his head before walking closer to me. He pulls me toward him and kisses me roughly. His tongue slides against mine, taking what he wants. I feel another set of hands gripping my hips, and I almost pull away, but Patch doesn’t let me.
He finally pulls back and motions to his friend toward the bed. Tide, that’s what Patch had called him, moves away from me and climbs on the bed. I watch him sit on the edge and slowly take his clothes off as my eyes shoot to Patch.
“You wanna have fun, yeah?” Patch asks as he looks at me.
“With you,” I tell him. He smirks at me and pulls his jeans down before kicking off his boots. When he’s wearing nothing but his boxers, he walks over and sits in the chair next to the bed. His friend is already naked, his hard cock in his hand as he strokes it.
“He’s not gonna fuck you,” Patch says. Tide whips his head around to look at Patch as I stand here so confused.
“What the fuck?” Tide asks.
