Shivers ran over my skin, and without thinking, I wiggled in his lap again, needing some friction as I rubbed my thighs together. His hardening cock strained in his jeans, pressing insistently against my ass.
“Fuck,” he said, his hips grinding into me.
“Spade,” Merrick said in warning. He shifted me off his friend’s lap and settled me back onto his, letting my legs drape over both of them. Spade gripped my calf, his thumb tenderly stroking the skin, causing me to shift in Merrick’s lap.
Okay, fine. It was a wiggle, but I definitely didn’t do it on purpose. Fine, yes, I did. But it wasn’t to torture him. Well, maybe just a little.
“Giana.” Okay, he definitely figured it out.
“Oops.” I did my best to hide my mischievous grin, but it was impossible to hide.
“You’ll pay for that,” he said, but before I could retort, Kellan came to the table holding a drink in each hand.
He glared at the other two before handing me a canned hard seltzer. He dragged his fingers through his hair as he scanned my body, gaze lingering on the way Merrick now gripped my hips. Kellan swallowed thickly. “Do I want to know?”
“Giana is just playing with the lives of every man in this bar.” Spade shrugged and motioned to the glass of amber liquid Kellan slid onto the table as he took his seat on the other side of the booth. “Is that for me?”
“Of course not,” Kellan scoffed, pinning him with a glare. “You assholes can go get your own drinks.”
Merrick just smirked at his friend before getting Eve’s attention with a wave and motioning to himself and Spade. They both sat back, grinning with smug satisfaction as they continuedteasing me with their tender strokes along the bared skin of my thighs and my waist.
“What is this?” I grinned at Kellan, whose pursed lips immediately curved up as his gaze met mine.
“Eve said it’s an alcoholic version of the sparkling water you usually drink. She said she’d bring over your water if you didn’t feel like drinking, though.”
I studied the still-closed can; it was a watermelon-flavored seltzer that I remembered having with Sophia on a few of our girls’ afternoons. Never nights, of course, I had to be back at the penthouse by dinner.
“Thanks.” I smiled and cracked the top open, my heart warming at how much things had changed. I had people around me—both my men and friends—who understood what I’d gone through and was still working through and were trying to make me comfortable in their own ways.
“Anything for you, angel,” Kellan said, his eyes softening like he’d just read the emotions from my face alone, in the way only he could do.
“Our woman has the face of an angel, but acts like the devil.” Merrick’s lips brushed my ear before he lightly nipped at the sensitive flesh.
“Don’t mind me.” Eve chuckled as she placed Merrick’s and Spade’s glasses in front of them. “Is the seltzer good?”
“It’s perfect, thanks, Eve.” I gave her a warm smile, which she returned.
“I ordered some for you, so just let me know if you want another.” Her black hair swished around her as she turned back to the bar. The last of the guys headed out, the blazing sun slicing across the dim bar as the door opened and closed.
“Now that they’re gone—” Spade trailed his fingers up my inner thigh, to my already wet panties. I hurriedly glanced at thebar and sighed in relief to find that Eve wasn’t there anymore. “—we can have a little fun. Send Eve home for the night, Mer.”
“I’m not doing that,” he groaned in annoyance, partially at himself, I was sure. “Besides, any of the guys could come back in, and I really don’t want to kill anyone because they got an eyeful of Gi.”
“He’s no fun,” Spade said, leaning in as his fingers played with the edge of the lace like he was seconds from saying fuck it and finding out just how soaked I was for him. “How about I take you into the office and—”
The creak of the door opening cut him off as his head whipped around to threaten anyone who was about to interrupt his little game. His brows furrowed as Merrick cursed under his breath. Before I even knew what was happening, I was lifted from my place perched on Merrick’s lap and deposited into Kellan’s waiting arms. They banded around me, holding me close as Spade and Merrick stalked for the entrance.
“What—” The question died on my tongue as I glimpsed a head of greying, dirty-blonde hair pulled into a claw clip and short, thinning russet-brown hair.
Greg and Pam?
I tried to hop off Kellan’s lap, but he held me in place. “Let them deal with it. You don’t need to speak to those people.”
“They’re still technically my parents,” I huffed, trying to get up again to no avail.
“That doesn’t mean they’re your responsibility,” Kellan said, his calm tone making me snort in derision.
“They’re not Merrick’s or Spade’s either.”
