Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Some of Leander’s fans had obviously figured out we might try to duck out the back. But the restaurant was part of a long block of connected buildings here, like so many were, and the fans had a ways to trek to actually get to us.
So Leander and Janus both started yanking me in the opposite direction at the same time. Again pulling me apart.
“Hey,” I gasped. “Wait for me.” Or at least wait for me to get my feet underneath me.
They paused, but only to steady me, and then we were rushing forwards again. About fifteen feet ahead of us, another back door opened and a man stepped out with a cigarette to his lips.
“In there,” Milo said from behind us.
Leander nodded and let go of my hand to sprint ahead. He grabbed the door to stop it from shutting and held it open for me.
I jumped up the one step to get inside and the boys quickly followed. Janus locked it after us.
“But what about the guy that opened it?” I asked.
“Sorry, he can take the long way round,” Leander said. “Your safety is more important.”
“Exactly,” Janus agreed.
“But—”
I was over-ridden as the men hustled me forwards into… a club?
We went down a long black hallway and then came out onto a dance floor that was dark except for flashing lights. It was a Friday night, late because of the twins’ schedule. But apparently, even in usually sleepy Padua there was an underground party scene.
“Stay here,” Milo said—or rather leaned in and yelled at us to be heard over the music. “I’ll go check if it’s clear out front. If it is, I’ll call and have the car brought from the valet down the street. If not, we might have to call in another ride.”
Leander and Janus nodded identically. I fought to hide a smile, even in these crazy conditions. Even with these goddamned glass balls still up my hoo-ha.
The twins were so protective. And to see each of their reactions to their mother, such vulnerabilities, even if they’d played out so oppositely. Leander so hardened, Janus so hopeful, only to have expectations crushed —
Janus grabbed me by my waist and swung me onto the dance floor. I gasped and held onto his shoulders for dear life as I got my feet underneath me. But he was smooth and I never once stumbled.
“What are you doing?” I asked, just a little short of a shriek. Still, I was barely audible above the thumping bass and blaring beat.
He bent over as he slid an arm tighter around my waist. “Blending in.”
I felt a heat at my back and glanced over my shoulder. It was Leander. He was facing away from me, but his ass was warm against mine. He was dancing—and not bad for a white guy. But then, Greek men had a special dispensation, I supposed. I was certainly melting into Janus’s arms as he pulled me sensually against him.
Janus leaned in again. “You should get lost, bro,” he said over my shoulder. “We tend to attract attention when we’re together.”
Leander turned his head and yelled through his teeth, “We will if you keep talking to me. Now shut up and do something with those fucking beads.”
Was he freaking kidding?! I was about to turn around and tell him ha ha, very funny, when I felt Janus’s hand in the darkness of the club, reaching underneath my miniskirt.
Oh, he wouldn’t dare.
Leander reached back behind him and grabbed my ass hard at the same time I felt Janus’s thick fingers tugging at the end of the string that barely hung out of my pussy. It reminded me of a tampon string. Except tampons didn’t make me feel like—
Ohhhhhhh—
I think I groaned as blood rushed my face and pleasure raced all around my sex. I bent my head down onto Janus’s chest as a slower, dub-step song came on. He palmed my wet pussy as the bass thundered underneath our feet.
I could not believe they were choosing this freaking moment to play. When they knew we were in danger of fans mobbing us, when any second—
“Ahhhhhhhh!” I squeaked subsonically into Janus’s chest, grasping his shirt in my fist. Janus was pulling the string. And each of the glass balls would glide, and then thud, glide, and thud, each one tugging on my pussy from the inside as it came, hitting so many spots at once. It was unholy and downright fucking wicked of them to be doing this to me in public. I couldn’t make another noise. I couldn’t.
Janus tugged another ball, and this one was the biggest, I knew it. I remembered the feel of it in my mouth. It had barely passed my teeth. And now Janus was tugging it out of my slick, wet pussy. Tugging and tugging it, and oh god, I felt it on every single surface of every bit of my walls.