Trying my best to hide my smile, I lean back and decide to make them both even more uncomfortable. Gripping both armrests in my hands, I push my chest out while rubbing my thighs together where my short skirt as ridden up. My breasts rise and fall with each of the ragged breaths I take. It takes everything in me not to look at either of them, but I can feel them watching me now more than the stage.
What started as a show of my own for them quickly has the dull ache between my legs growing more and more. I feel my nipples harden and know they can see them through the form-fitting, off-the-shoulder shirt I’m wearing without a bra.
Soft fingers graze over my jaw before turning my face to look at him. My eyes lock onto his dark brown gaze as I feel a hand go to my thigh on the other side of me. I gasp when I feel the hand on my leg slide up until it’s under my skirt. Then the lightest touch hits my throbbing clit, making my eyes close and my lips part.
Fingers brush my hair to the side to expose my neck as lips press to my pulse point—feeling my rapidly racing pulse, I’m sure.
Another hand goes to my breast, rubbing it with his palm before pinching my taut nipple. I swallow down the moan threatening to erupt from my throat when the other hand cups my pussy and then slides a finger up the wet center before moving my thong to the side and pushing inside.
All of my senses are in overdrive, sitting between these two men as they tilt my world on its axis and I feel like I’m going to explode. My body tingles from my toes to the top of my head as hands and fingers and lips are on me in different places. But more than that—in public.
And I like it.
Applause pulls me out of my haze right before the lights turn up, and all of us right ourselves and lean back in our seats once more.
When I look at Sonny and see him pull his finger from his mouth, my cheeks heat and I think I might combust into flames at any moment. I hear Dez laugh beside me, and I cover my face in embarrassment.
“Happy birthday,” Dez laughs. I swat at him before crossing my arms and legs to close myself off from them. “Don’t worry, baby. I think we’re all on edge.”
Sonny snorts from the other side of me. I’m about to sass him when the host of the night stops next to him with a hand on his shoulder.
She walked around before the show started asking people in the audience varying degrees of lude questions and dropping all kinds of sexual innuendo.
“Tell me, handsome, how hard are you?” she asks before putting a microphone in Sonny’s face. He looks down but doesn’t say anything. “Should we ask your friend to check for us?” Sonny’s eyes snap to mine, but I simply raise a brow in challenge. I run my hand up his thigh, much like he’d done to me, until I reach his hard dick. Gripping him through his pants, I see his eyes threaten to close as he steels his jaw.
“Oh, someone is sporting some serious—” I’m cut off by the host taking the microphone away and saying, “Wood, bone, steel… you all can fill in the blank with your favorite word.” She winks at us before walking to the next person she plans on harassing.
“You can take your hand off my cock now,” Sonny grits while his nostrils flare. I snatch my hand back like it’s on fire, not realizing I’d still been squeezing him.
Desmond is, once again, laughing his ass off, bent over and unable to hold anything back. “Fuck, Son, if you could have seen your face.”
“I’m going to the restroom,” Sonny says, standing to leave.
“Oh, I bet you are,” Dez laughs more, earning a finger from Sonny as he leaves. “Maybe you should go too to help him out,” he says to me. I smack him on the arm again, but I can’t help it and join in his amusement.
When our laughter settles, I look to Dez to ask the question that keeps swirling in my head. “Do you… Or did you guys share girls? Like before?”
“Sometimes. Not always. Depended on the girl and situation. I might get my ass beat later for startin’ with you. For touchin’ you. He’s helluva territorial of you, ya know.”
“He is?” I ask, surprised by his revelation.
Scoffing, he gives me a look. “Don’t act innocent now, baby girl. You know he wants you all to his big, bad self.”
Looking down, I think about how wrong I’ve been about Sonny. I always thought he just saw me as Harry’s little sister, a kid, a stupid girl he had to rescue. I thought he enjoyed taunting me, which is why I do it right back. I never gave it thought that he actually liked me or thought of me as more than that. Is what Dez said true?
I look back up at Dez just as the lights turn down, ready to start the second part of the show. “Go,” he tells me with a nod and sad smile. “I’ll meet you by the exit when the show is over.”
Not wasting time, I race to find Sonny.
12
Sonny
Practically running from the performance hall, I get to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me. “Fuck!” I yell, startling a man standing at the urinal. “Sorry,” I mutter. Going to the sink, I wash my hands, needing to get her scent of arousal off of me.
Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I shake my head. What the hell was I thinking?
I thought that bringing her here would be the better place. The safer place.
Instead, all three of us are turned on. I let my best friend touch my girl. And now, all I can think about is how her pussy felt.
I let go of my resolve and gave in. I gave in when we were in a public place surrounded by hundreds of strangers instead of keeping her to myself and savoring her like she deserves.
I’ve always known I needed to keep my space from her but never could. She deserves the sweet Peter Pan to hold her and make her laugh, not dark Captain Hook to use and hurt her.
Splashing water on my face, I open my eyes when I hear someone come in to find Ruby standing with her back against the closed door.
“What are you doing in here?” I ask as I pat my face dry.
“Is it true?” she asks, and I’m confused, not knowing what she’s talking about. The look on my face must give me away because she goes on. “Am I more than a kid for you watch over? More than an obligation? Do you want me—see me—as yours?”
“You’ve never been an obligation.” I start with answering the easiest of her questions first as I walk toward her. “I will always watch over you but not because I see you as a kid. I see you as a beautiful woman. One who is so much better than me and so much more than I deserve.” Now, standing directly in front of her, I run my knuckles down her cheek. “Do I want you to be mine?” I smile at her, dipping down to her ear. “You were born to be mine,” I whisper in her ear. “Do you believe that?” I ask, looking into her searching blue eyes.
“I want to,” she answers quietly.
Leaning into her, pressing her back into the door, my hand lightly caresses down the side of her face to her neck, my face dropping to hers, our lips a breath apart. “Guess I’ll have to prove it to you.” I leave a feather-light kiss on her lips, and it takes everything in me not to take her, mark her, as mine right here in the men’s restroom. “Let’s get a drink.” Taking her hand, I lead her out to one of the many bars in the casino.