“Nah, don’t worry about it, darlin’. Just forget about those fuckers and dance.” Vinny takes my hand and leads me out onto the dance floor, far away from the fans.
I look at the both of them, each one holding one hand, and then Trey pulls me into his chest, his hand going to my ass and pulling me tight against his front.
I laugh and throw my head back, then move my hands to his chest, loving the feel of his strong chest under my fingers.
My hands ache to reach under his shirt. Will he have chest hair? Tattoos?
That’s when I feel Vinny press against my back, his hands closed around my hips, holding me tightly before I’m sandwiched right in the middle of both of them.
Pure heaven.
I look over my shoulder at Vinny. His eyes are dark as he looks down at me. I’m the center of attention for the both of them.
A really great song comes on over the speakers and I move my hips a little, swaying side to side, and they move even closer, grinding with me.
Then we dance. It’s so provocative, a piece of paper couldn’t be slipped in between us. For the first time in my life I’m truly grateful I’m a very thick gal, because right now there’s plenty of me to go around.
Right now we’re blowing my small town wide open, but I don’t care. My eyes go to Trey, then behind me to Vinny. They turn me, and one takes my front and the other my back.
I can hear the whispers, see the camera flashes, but right now I don’t care.
My panties are ready to catch fire any second. With every touch I’m more and more gone for them.
Vinny is currently in front of me, my chest pressed against his upper stomach. He trails his fingers up my arm to my neck, to my jaw. “I’m going to kiss you,” he tells me.
Before I can give him the green light, he kisses me, his tongue snaking its way into my mouth, and I shiver, gripping his shirt and twisting it in my fingers.
His kiss is deep, passionate. His lips stroke me, sucking me deeper and deeper into the fog. Before I can think or move, I’m turned around to face Trey and he kisses me.
His kiss is the opposite of Vinny’s. His is rough, aggressive, claiming and oh so powerful. Vinny made my toes curl, Trey causes goosebumps to break out across every inch of my skin.
“WHORE!”
I gasp against Trey’s mouth, my eyes opening, and they connect with the guy that asked for my autograph earlier, and the group of men are all glaring at me.
I blush deeply at them seeing me make out with both guys. I’m not embarrassed because I’m attracted to the both of them, but I forgot everything around me and that is not a safe thing to do.
Vinny takes my hand and pulls me behind me, placing his body slightly in front of mine in a protective stance.
I touch the back of his cut. My heart is hurting from it pounding so fast in my chest. Trey closes the distance and moves in front of both of us.
It’s silent.
I can hear the fucking clock on the wall. Even the music is shut off.
Vinny reaches behind me and squeezes my arm in a reassuring way, but that doesn’t stop my nerves, because me and confrontation don’t mix.
Growing up, I avoided drama and any kind of trouble, but Jordan was the exact opposite. He loved when someone started shit because he could finish it. I would stay quiet in hopes that it would just go away.
Sweat beads at the back of my neck, my anxiety growing more and more the longer we all stand still.
I hear a stool move directly behind me and I look back just as a man runs straight for me. I gasp, taking a step back towards the guys.
It’s not him running towards us that scares me, it’s his face. He is disgusted. “You are fucking nasty! You are a whore, kissing two men and dancing like that!” he screams, and right as he reaches me, I’m lifted off my feet and put right between Vinny and Trey.
Vinny pushes the man back, hard. He falls back on his ass five feet away, “Get up and your ass is kicked, you stupid fucker,” Vinny growls, bending down slightly so he can see his face.
The guy doesn’t get up but continues to glare at us. I can’t believe they’re so angry like this, to the point they want to harm us.
All because we kissed.
“Let’s get out of here,” I suggest, and they both nod. Trey puts his hand on the small of mine and Vinny’s backs, making sure we go in front of him.
The second the door shuts behind us, I feel like I can breathe for the first time. I was so scared.
“What the fuck was that?” I mumble to myself.
“Let’s go to the Huddle House across the road until we can get an Uber or something,” Vinny suggests, and we hurry across the parking lot. I really hope we don’t come across those guys again.
I sigh with relief when we make it inside without a hitch. I scoot into the booth, with Trey beside me.
“I’m incredibly sorry that happened,” I apologize, because I do feel responsible. It was me not signing that guy’s autograph that caused it all.
Trey looks at me in confusion and Vinny shakes his head at me. “Don’t apologize. Trey and I have gotten used to that kind of shit.”
I gnaw on my bottom lip. I’m not exactly sure what he means. Trey smiles slightly. “Babe, in case you haven’t figured it out yet, we’re bisexual.”
Ohhh, well, I figured that, but still…you don’t want to assume.
“I thought that was the case,” I admit and wink at the both of them.
“But we love women. Not going to fucking lie, we are together, but a woman is what fucking completes us.”
Gulp, that is not what I expected. Does he mean a threesome for a one-night stand? “Like a one-night stand?” I can’t help voicing my thoughts.
Vinny pushes my hair out of my face from across the table, “Angel, long term. We’re too fucking old for that one-night stand shit.”
Angel. I more than love him calling me angel.
“How old are you guys?” I ask. Trey sits back in his seat, relaxing his hand and burying it in my hair.
“We’re both thirty,” Vinny answers for the both of them. I close my eyes as Trey’s fingers work magic on my scalp, sending tingles all down my body.
“Fuck me,” Vinny says under his breath, and I open my eyes. His face shows his shock as he continues to look through all of my pictures.
I laugh and lean against the wall. Trey scoots closer and both of them scroll through my pictures.
“You have such a beautiful body, baby.” Trey’s hand leaves my hair, settling at the back of my neck.
“Thank you. It took a long time to fully accept who I am,” I admit, and it’s true. Growing up, it was hard being teased and bullied, then I grew into myself and I started to see that this is me and that’s all I can ever be.
“That’s beautiful.” Vinny smiles. His teeth are straight besides one small tooth on the left, which just makes him even cuter in my eyes. Vinny has a long beautiful beard and light brown hair. Trey has dark brown hair and scruff on his face, with light blue eyes. He’s very striking.
Both of them are beautiful. I’ve been in Los Angeles, surrounded by the world’s most beautiful people, but they don’t hold a candle to these men.
A lot of things we see in pictures are photoshopped. One thing I was very adamant about was that I wanted mine to be untouched. Young girls will see my pictures and I don’t want them to have unrealistic expectations.