“Hello,” I whisper, not trusting my voice not to break under the weight of my nerves. I’ve been psyching myself up for this forweeks, and now that the moment is here, I can barely drag in a steady breath.
“You look beautiful tonight, sweetheart.” The term of endearment falling from his lips should be a sin in itself, and I’m almost afraid to admit I love the sound of it.
“Thank you.” I reach for my glass and drain the contents, allowing the warm feeling of the bubbles to wash over me. If I ever needed liquid courage, it’s right now.
The men on either side of me chuckle, and I’m startled by how similar the sounds are.
“I can see you got started without me, Asher,” the man comments. I tried to ask what his name was so I could have something to go off, but Asher told me that I would call him Sir and that was all I needed to know for the moment. I should have questioned him further, but I was too lost in the idea, in my own insecurities.
“I did. Our girl is feeling anxious, so I thought I would give her a little something to calm her nerves.” Has his voice always sounded so deep? And why does the idea of being their girl wash over me and leave a warmth I can’t ever remember feeling before? I never thought this was something I could want, let alone for more than a single night, but now I’m here with both their attentions on me, I’m bombarded with images of the three of us together.
The man rests his warm palm on my thigh and trails it higher, repeating the same path Asher did as if we’re not in the middle of a public place.
People don’t normally play in the bar area at the front of the club, but the whole place is closed to the public tonight, meaning some of the rules can be broken if members so wish.
At the last one of these I came to, one of the Doms bent their sub over a table just like the one we’re sitting at and delivered a spanking that had my thighs pressed together.
When his fingers reach my heat, he chuckles at my bare state, his breath whispering across my bare shoulder. “I thought you didn’t like her not to wear panties in public.”
I glance up at him, my brows tugging together in confusion.
“I don’t,” Asher growls, the sound forcing my legs together of their own accord. There’s something about his primal side that makes me ache for him, where, with other Doms, it has frightened me.
“Ah, so you’ve been a bad girl, Hannah.” The stranger drops his face until his eyes are locked with mine. “I guess we’re going to have to punish you, aren’t we, sweetheart?”
If I thought the sound of punishment coming from Asher made my heart speed up and my pussy ache, the thought of both of them doing so makes it damn right hard to breathe.
CHAPTER FOUR
ROWAN
This plan has been in motion for so long—foryears—and now that it’s coming to fruition, I can barely believe I have our girl within my reach.
Watching her from afar was never enough for me, but Asher and I agreed it was for the best. That bringing her into our lives while he was still living in the public eye was a bad idea, that it would draw unnecessary attention to the darker sides of our lives, and despite my hesitation to not have her close, he was right.
The day he retired from fighting, we started making moves to finally make her ours.
Of course, we’ll have to cross the bridge of her finding out my identity, but we’ll get to that. After tonight, after we’ve made her ours, it’ll be easier to admit who I am to her. I just have to hope she doesn’t run.
I meet Asher’s eyes over Hannah’s head, a small smile tipping up the corners of my lips. I’ve never seen him as uncertain as he was about tonight. He’s built a good thing with her over the last few months while I was forced to watch from the sidelines, and he’s worried this plan will break it.
Without a word, I press my finger against her entrance and push it to the knuckle, relishing in her warmth and tightness. Fuck. The idea of my cock sheathed in this paradise makes my cock ache to be freed.
But this isn’t about me. It’s about Hannah.
Asher presses his fingers against the tight bundle of nerves, and she jolts in our hold, the feeling of us both touching her making her entire body still. “Good girl,” he whispers. “You’re going to take everything we give you, aren’t you, Little Doe?”
She nods. “Yes, Sir.”
A groan escapes his throat, and I give him a knowing look because the first time that word slips from her pretty pink lips directed at me, I’ll be lost to her.
I slip my finger from her and quickly press two back inside her, stretching her as I pump them in and out, dragging the tips against the place inside her that will push her to the edge.
Hannah drops her head onto Asher’s shoulder, and I watch as her eyes drift closed, the pleasure washing over her and leaving the prettiest blush in its wake.
Fuck, she’s beautiful. So fucking beautiful it almost hurts to be so close to her, to finally have my hands on her softness.
I don’t deserve to touch her. Neither of us do.
