Zayne wasn’t playing boy tonight, though, and met him toe for toe. “I didn’t realize I needed your permission.”
Ethan snaked a hand down between Zayne’s thighs and curled his fingers around his erection. “You always need permission when this is involved. And why’s that?”
Zayne leaned forward and nipped at Ethan’s lip. “Because it belongs to you.”
“Yes, it fucking does.” Ethan slammed their mouths together, and they ground their cocks up against one another. “That fucking room,” he said as he tore his mouth free. “Every time we’re in it, all I can see is you chained to the fucking shelf with your mouth stuffed and my cock in your ass. You fought so hard that first night in there.”
Zayne’s dick was leaking all over his jeans now. That first night in the storage room was exactly where his mind went every time they set foot in it. “It was an intense night.”
“One of my favorites. No one knew it was you, except me.” Ethan massaged him through his jeans as he kissed up his neck, to his ear. “Maybe we’ll have to revisit it sometime and bring some company.”
Zayne turned his head so they were eye to eye. “Red?”
“Would that be so bad?”
“No. I was actually thinking along the same lines you were. That night, and also how good Red’s ass would look after a good fucking spanking.”
“It’s something to think about, that’s for sure. We’re clearly on the same page.”
“Sure are. Wonder if she would be—” Zayne chuckled as something between them vibrated. “As much as I’d love to think that whatever that is, you’re going to stick it inside of me, I have a feeling it was your phone.”
Ethan took a step back and removed it from his pocket. “Ah, would you look at that. It appears our petite fille’s ears were burning.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I’m not the only one wondering where you’re going to put your dick tonight.”
Ethan arched a brow and handed him the phone.
Chloé
Hi. I know we didn’t discuss this, but I just wanted to make sure that if I’m not allowed to be with anyone else while I’m “yours,” that the two of you aren’t with anyone else while you’re “mine.”
Zayne looked over to Ethan, and just as he was about to speak, another text came through.
Chloé
You know, since you work at a sex club and all.
Zayne snorted and held the phone out to Ethan. “She’s a bold little thing. You gotta give her that.”
ETHAN TOOK THE phone, read the last message, and shook his head.
“I’d like to give her something, all right, and I think it would go hand in hand with coloring that pretty ass the way you want to.”
Zayne reached down and readjusted the thick cock trapped behind his jeans. “So, what are we gonna do with her?”
“We’re going to train her. That’s what we promised, was it not?”
“Oh, I like the sound of that.”
So did he. Ethan wrote back.
Aren’t you cute. Thinking you have some say over who your doms can and cannot touch. We’ll discuss this further when we pick you up. Have a good night at work, Chloé.
Zayne leaned over to see what he’d written and shook his head. “She’s gonna fight us every step of this. You know that, right?”
“Let her. She’s a wild one. We already knew that.”
“True, and she does give in so beautifully.”
“She does.” Ethan pocketed his cell and took Zayne’s chin in hand. “It appears I have a thing for the wild ones. I like taming them.”
Zayne’s eyes flashed, and Ethan could feel that automatic pushback. But as they held one another’s stares, Zayne finally backed down.
“Come on, we need to check on the other rooms.”
They headed down several more hallways and into the breakroom, copy room, and office cubicles, then made their way out into the main bar area.
As they walked through the busy Saturday crowd, Ethan took in the sinful sea of busy mouths and wandering hands. Several of their regulars were playing with their usual partners, while newbies were busy navigating the various options available to them.
Business was booming, but when it came to pleasures of the flesh, that was nothing unusual. People were always looking for a way to satisfy some kind of craving.
As they made their way through the greedy crowd, several of them looked their way. Zayne’s back straightened a little, and he moved in close to Ethan’s side making sure they touched.
Here they were, talking about teaching Chloé a lesson in not questioning her dom’s loyalties, and yet Zayne was—none too subtly—reminding everyone in the immediate vicinity that Ethan was his. Just in case he’d forgotten.
Damn switches. They were trainable but never fully tamed.
“Would you like to make an announcement?” Ethan asked as they stopped by the bar.
“Huh?”
“You’re practically pissing a circle around me tonight.”
Zayne leaned against the counter and shrugged. “All this talk of ‘ours’ and ‘mine’ made me want to stake my claim a little.”
“I see.” Ethan gestured for the bartender, Hayden, who immediately stopped what he was doing and headed their way,
“What can I get for you tonight, boss?”
“Nothing for me, but Zayne here is going to have some tequila. Don Julio.” Ethan looked at Zayne and noticed his eyes had darkened. Nothing made Zayne hornier than his favorite tequila, and he knew exactly what Ethan was doing—fanning the flames.
“One shot? Two?”
“Just bring us the bottle.”
A second later, Hayden placed a shot glass and bottle on the counter, and Ethan picked them up and moved to Zayne’s side. “Our office, now.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Tequila. A crop.
And a naughty little sub.
Sounds like a good time to me.
~ Zayne
CHLOÉ PACED IN the restroom of JULIEN and stared at the text she’d gotten back from Ethan earlier.
Ethan
Aren’t you cute. Thinking you have some say over who your doms can and cannot touch. We’ll discuss this further when we pick you up. Have a good night at work, Chloé.
To say she was nervous would be an understatement. She’d known it was a risk to send that text. Her place in their “relationship” was to be submissive, and yet she hadn’t been able to stop herself. Just thinking about what they might be doing at the club tonight made her uneasy, and she had good reason…right?
They were known to participate—wasn’t that what Shayla told her that first night? If they showed up together, that meant they’d take a third—and, well, they were definitely together tonight, sooo, what did that mean?
She had no idea. Did they still count her as their third, even if she wasn’t there?