Zayn
Tasting Wren on Sullivan's fingers was my new favorite flavor. If they could put it into an ice cream, it would make me come with one lick.
My body's response to Sullivan was both exciting and anger-inducing. I thought Wren was the one, but then he rolled into town and made me feel things too. One second I wanted to rip his throat out, and the next I wanted him to push me to my knees and shove his cock down my throat. I wasn't one to be shoved to my knees, but I'd let him.
One of my favorite songs blared through the club, and I pulled Sullivan to the edge of the dance floor to dance. I moved behind him, wrapping an arm around his stomach.
He was stiff, and I let him go, moving to the front to face him. "Two left feet?"
"No," Sullivan grunted, his movements stilted but at least on beat. "I'm already fucking hard. I don't need your dick against my ass."
My eyes slipped down his muscular body that looked good enough to eat in a tight black t-shirt and dark wash jeans. He was packing some heat behind the zipper, and I stepped closer, my hand snaking around to his lower back.
Our bodies swayed together, and he started to sink into the movement, letting my dick brush against his thigh. I'd never considered that I was attracted to men too, not having any opportunity to explore my sexuality before escaping my family. Sure, there had been other families, but I'd grown up with those people and the few around my age did nothing for me.
I looked over at the table to find Wren was watching us, her eyes dark with desire. I wanted her between me and Sullivan, not sitting by herlonesome. Anyone could dance if they bent their knees a little.
Releasing Sullivan, I went to the table and downed the rest of my drink. "Wrenny, come on." I grabbed her hand, and she squealed as I practically dragged her the short distance to where Sullivan was.
"I don't... I can't." She stuck out her bottom lip in the cutest—and very out of character—pout, and I leaned in and nipped it.
"Sure you can." I pulled her flush against me and began moving. "It's like sex... but standing and with clothes on. You're very good at sex, so by deductive reasoning, you should be good at dancing."
She giggled and looped her arms around my neck. "I think I drank that drink too fast." Her fingers played with the hair at the nape of my neck, and I buried my face in her neck, kissing her softly. She smelled amazing, and if there weren't hundreds of people around, I'd have stripped her bare and ate her right on the dance floor.
What I really wanted to do was show all the eyes that were staring at her ass that she was mine. Her skirt clung to her in all the right places, and I smoothed my hand down to her ass, digging myfingers in. Sullivan watched, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
I raised my eyebrows in question, and he sighed before moving behind Wren. The backs of my fingertips brushed against his cock as he pressed against her. The music was loud, but I could still hear the low growl from the contact.
This was exactly what I needed; Wren and Sullivan surrounding me with their scent and touches. For a moment, it made me forget about everything over the past few days. It was when the world was quiet that I started playing everything on repeat in my head.
We danced for a few songs, switching positions every so often. My dick was about to explode from all the rubbing and touching. The alcohol was also taking effect, and my body started to feel tingly all over. Harlow sure did know how to pour a strong drink. One more and I'd be ready to take a dive in a bathtub full of melted ice cream.
"Sir." There was a tap on my shoulder, and I turned my head to find one of the security staff. "Mr. Wells would like to see Wren in his office."
"What? Why?" My hips came to a halt, my good mood suddenly hitting the emergency brakes.
"He didn't say. He said, ‘Find Zayn and tell him tosend Wren.’" He was already walking away, and I rolled my eyes, looking right at the nearest camera.
"Boss man wants to see you." I led her off the dance floor toward the hallway entrance with Sullivan following.
"Sir." The security guard at the door stood in the way. "We have orders to only allow the woman down the hall."
I narrowed my eyes, my fists clenching at my sides. I'd already killed two men, it wouldn't hurt to kill a third. "If you think for a second-"
Wren put her hand on my arm. "Zayn, it's fine. Why don't you and Sullivan get us a private table?" She winked, and I damn near nutted in my pants at the insinuation.
"Your wish is my command." I pulled her in for a sloppy kiss and didn't take my eyes off her until the guard shut the door as she walked down the hall.
My mood was already picking back up again, and I turned to Sullivan, only for my anger to well back up. Some hussy had her hands on his chest, her calves flexing in her heels as she stood on her tiptoes to whisper something in Sullivan's ear.
Sullivan looked amused and raised an eyebrow, glancing at me before his face fell to a frown.
"Hey!" I tapped the woman on the shoulder, andshe whipped her head around. My lips twisted into a sneer as I looked her up and down. "He's mine."
She bit her lip and took a step away from him, her hands lingering on his chest for a second too long. "I thought the three of us-"
"We're taken. Or are you blind?" I bared my teeth, and her eyes widened before she scurried off like a kicked puppy.
