Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
But here they are kissing me, one after the other, and it feels so very right. And it only serves as further evidence that I could have never chosen between them if I’d been given that chance.
As Jack’s mouth grows hungrier, there’s a touch at my side, and then another mouth on my neck. The way these new hands and lips move give me a good idea that it’s Damien, and my pussy floods with desire, because there’s something wicked about Damien even when he’s not impersonating the devil, and having two of these men’s mouths on me at one time is unbelievable.
Not to be forgotten, Jack gives my bottom lip a little nip, and I squeal. I’m about to ask if there’s a lock on the door, when someone tugs at my arm.
“Let’s take our girl home,” Damien says.
Our girl.
He cinches up the front of my dress and smooths out the bottom. “Ready to go?”
When I nod, the five of us leave the room as a unit, with Damien and Jack each holding one of my hands and Xander carrying my hat. I have nothing on my mind except getting home to be alone with them, until I see one of Autumn’s men, Duke, standing by the entrance.
“Could you please tell Autumn that I’m okay?” I ask him in a rush as I bring my group to a stop in front of the guard. “Please tell her I left with my friends.”
The big man looks surprised at first, before a knowing grin turns up one corner of his mouth. He nods once in response, then adds, “Have a good night,” as we hurry past.
“We’re gonna be so much more than friends,” Damien says, not slowing his pace even as he leans in to drag his teeth over my earlobe.
Somehow, enough of my brain still functions to tell the guys where I’ve parked.
“Don’t worry about it. We’ll pick it up tomorrow,” Victor says.
They lead me to the vehicle they came in, Xander’s car, where Damien gets into the backseat and pulls me onto his lap.
When Jack and Victor both try to get into the back with us, there’s a brief scuffle, until I tell them to stop. “I really want this to work, and I don’t ever want you to fight about me. I couldn’t bear it if I messed up your friendship.”
They all agree, Victor cedes the backseat to Jack, and Xander tears out of the lot like the place is on fire.
The cool evening air injected a small dose of reality into my brain, which had mostly been preoccupied with wondering how quickly I could get all of these men naked when we got home.
“Wait, are you even allowed to leave? You were working, weren’t you?”
Their response is a collective shrug. “We’ll apologize later,” Damien says, playing with my hair.
I’ve settled onto the seat between him and Jack. “Why were you working there, anyway?”
“Extra money,” Xander says, turning back to look at me while stopped at a red light.
“They were looking for extra help for this party. It was just a temporary thing.” Jack slides his hand up my thigh, over the top of my stocking.
Damien’s fingers play at the base of my skull, lulling me into relaxation. “The money was so good, we couldn’t pass it up.”
“Was it just for tonight?” I ask, my voice going thick as I rest my head back on his hand.
“We had several training nights leading up to the party. For a strip club, the place takes things seriously. Very professional,” Victor says, and suddenly I realize where the men have been all of the nights when they weren’t at home.
“It’s not a strip club. It’s a male revue,” Xander says, his foot back on the gas.
Victor waves his hand in the air. “Potayto, potahto.”
“Why didn’t any of you tell me you were working there?” I ask.
There’s a short pause before Xander says, “We didn’t discuss keeping it a secret, but I figured you’d think it was weird or funny. And it was only for this party.”
Damien chuckles to himself. “They want to hire us for the permanent show, though.”
With some effort, I lift my head to get a better look at him. “Are you going to do it?”
“Nah. You’re the only woman I want to make scream.”
My face heats, along with every other part of me. “Well, I hope you don’t get in trouble for leaving the party early tonight.”
“Don’t care,” Damien says, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip, looking like he’s ready to come in for a kiss.
“We’ll explain we had an emergency,” Victor says.
I pull my gaze away from Damien to look up to the front seat. “An emergency?”
“Yeah, we’ll explain that there was a beautiful witch who needed to be fucked so hard she’d forget how to ride her broom.”