I surreptitiously check the guys out, and they all look hot as fuck in dark jeans, boots, and body-hugging T-shirts. They are wearing their gang-issued black leather jackets with The Sainthood emblem on the front. Combined with their tats, piercings, and ripped bodies, they exude “don’t mess with me” vibes by the bucket load.
“Hey, you ever watch that movie Girls Trip?” Caz asks me out of the blue.
“Can’t say that I have,” I admit, accepting another vodka shot from Saint.
“Want to watch it with me tomorrow?”
Why does this feel like some kind of trap?
Still, I’m curious as fuck, so I’ll play ball. “Isn’t it a chick flick? Why’d you want to watch that?”
“It’s got a scene with the grapefruit technique in it,” he says, grinning widely.
Saint rolls his eyes, Theo smiles, and Galen groans as he hits his head repeatedly off the counter.
A light bulb goes off in my head and I make the connection. “That’s your word of the day?”
“He shoots. He scores!” Caz fist pumps the air, and I laugh.
“You are such a dork.” I shake my head, still grinning as I knock back my shot. “But it’s weirdly endearing. And I actually know what that one means.” I waggle my brows suggestively.
“You ever tried it?” His eyes light up.
“Have you?”
He shakes his head, and my grin expands. “Neither have I, but I’m down for trying anything in the bedroom at least once.”
Galen splutters, and a wicked grin slips over Saint’s mouth. “You would seriously wear a grapefruit ring around your dick while she sucked you off?” Galen asks Caz.
“Damn straight I would.” Caz adjusts himself in his jeans, and I can see the idea alone is enough to make him hard.
“It’d be hot,” Theo agrees, looking like he might like to give it a try too.
Although, I doubt he’d try it with me.
“It’d be sticky and messy,” Galen protests, shuddering, and I crack up laughing.
“How else is sex supposed to be?” I ask.
“It sounds unhygienic,” he adds, because the guy just can’t let anyone win an argument.
Caz and Saint snort with laughter. “You sound like a pussy,” Saint admits, screwing the cap back on the bottle of vodka.
“And the secret is to warm the grapefruit up first and to wear a condom. Then, you avoid any potential infections or allergic reactions,” I clarify.
“For someone so knowledgeable, I’m surprised you haven’t done it before,” Caz says.
I snatch my purse up, fighting a fit of giggles. “I might’ve asked Darrow to try it one time.” Saint’s good humor evaporates, and he purses his lips. “But he’s as big a pussy as Galen,” I admit.
Galen flips me the bird, and I lose my shit, laughing uncontrollably, bending over and clutching my stomach because I’m laughing so hard it physically hurts. I’m flashing a lot of cleavage bent over like this, and Saint and Caz notice, eyes fixed on my tits like they’ve never seen boobs before.
The energy in the room shifts.
My laughter dies, and I straighten up, my heated gaze bouncing between the two guys eye-fucking me like they wish they could strip me bare and sample my grapefruit.
Galen snatches the keys from Saint’s hand, rolling his eyes. Saint hasn’t taken his eyes off me for a second, and he looks ready to jump my bones.
I honestly wouldn’t complain.
“I’ll drive and Theo can take shotgun so you two can drool all over the back seat.” Galen points between Saint and Caz, shaking his head as if he can’t understand it when we all know that’s bullshit.
He avoids making eye contact as he walks past me out into the hallway, and that’s how I know he’s definitely affected.
I drill a look at Saint as the others trail Galen out the door, waiting for him to say something. But he’s quiet as he slides his arm around my shoulders, ushering me out of the kitchen, down the hallway, and out through the front door. “Don’t leave my fucking side all night,” he eventually says. “This place will be crawling with shady fucks, and the second they lay eyes on you, they’ll descend like greedy vultures.”
I think that’s as close to a compliment as I’ll get.
“I can hold my own,” I say, raising the longer side of my dress to show the small knife strapped high on my thigh. “But I’ll stay close. I promise.”
He helps me up into the car, his fingers brushing over the backs of my bare legs as I climb inside.
I’m the meat in a Saint and Caz sandwich in the back seat, and I’m not, in any way, unhappy about it. Both of them ravish me with their eyes, and sexual tension sends sparks of electricity charging through the air. Saint places his hand on my thigh in a possessive gesture, but he doesn’t protest when Caz starts running his hand up and down my arm, across the swell of my breasts, and generally touching any exposed skin he can reach.
I purposely spread my legs a little wide, knowing my lace panties are visible because my dress is just that short.
Galen almost crashes at least three times as he struggles to keep his eyes on the road, while I struggle to keep the smug grin off my face.
Saint pushes my thighs together, keeping my knees pinned shut as he levels me with a knowing look. “I’d rather get there alive,” he drawls, and I can’t contain my grin any longer.
By the time we reach the docks, I’m hot and horny, and I’m betting the guys are too.
“Remember what I said,” Saint reminds me, gripping my hand tight as we approach the entrance to the large warehouse the club is at. “Stay glued to my side. If we get separated, for any reason, stick with one of the other guys.” His beautiful blue eyes pierce me with a cautionary look. “Do not wander anywhere by yourself.”
“Sheesh.” I swat his arm. “I’m not an idiot. I got it. Relax.”
He palms my cheek. “I know you’re not an idiot. Just being here with us is risky enough without you looking like that.” He waves his hand in my general vicinity, and warmth spreads through my bones, heating every part of me.
I stretch up and kiss him.
Just because I feel like it, pulling back before it can develop into something we don’t have time to indulge. “I won’t wander off.”
He nods, squeezing my hand, before focusing his attention on the two guys manning the entrance.
“All right, man.” One of the burly bouncers raises his fist to Saint, and they do some elaborate knuckle-touch maneuver, before slapping each other on the backs. Then, Saint repeats the process with bouncer number two. The other guys move forward, and more knuckle touches and back slaps occur.
Dudes are such idiots, but I manage to control the urge to roll my eyes.
“Who’s this pretty lady?” The second bouncer asks, moving forward a couple steps, his eyes roaming my body like he’s mentally undressing me.
I’m already regretting leaving my jacket in the car. I’m not shy about my body, far from it, but I hate assholes who believe they have a God-given right to objectify a woman just because she’s wearing a sexy dress. I should be able to wear whatever the hell I want without being perved on.