A few days ago, I was calling my mother a slut for fucking so many men, and now I had slept with three at the same time? Was I turning into my mother? I could smell our scents swirling in the air, permeating my bedroom and sinking into the mattress beneath our bodies. Their hands were roaming along my skin. Massaging my hips and my legs to try and get me to stop shaking.
“You okay?” Jacob asked.
“Yeah,” I said breathlessly. “It’s just. I have to—”
“Work tomorrow. I remember,” Nick said.
“That,” I said with a sigh.
“Come on, guys. Let’s let the beautiful lady rest,” Adam said.
I could hear them stumbling around, trying to get their clothes on. Zippers went up, and cocks were tucked back in. Leather jackets were shuffling around, and hair was being tousled.
And all while my body was leaking their juices.
After they dressed, they each bent low to drop a soft kiss to my brow and murmur words of appreciation for me. My eyes were heavy with sleep and ultimate satisfaction.
I remembered my body being moved as my covers came down over me. I heard their footfalls as they made their way downstairs. I listened for the front door as it shut behind the three of them, and I drifted off to sleep as their motorcycles receded into the distance.
I had never felt more exhausted and more alive in my entire life.
CHAPTER 6
Even though the guys inquired about whether I worked the next night, they didn’t show up. I figured they must’ve been out doing something with their club or whatever, but it was still disappointing. I had been looking forward to their company, especially after the shit that went down between the four of us. It made me nervous that they hadn’t come back in, and I wondered if they really had just used me as a fuck toy.
I tried to push the thoughts out of my mind as I went in for my Thursday shift. Maybe putting some distance between myself and the Grove Brothers would help me to screw my head on straight. I had a lot of things that were quickly developing in my life. The offer was officially put in on the warehouse, which meant that Lindy and I were making more plans for how to proceed with our clothing shop. My mother had been absent for the past two days, and I was beginning to wonder what type of trouble she had gotten herself into. The last thing I needed was to be distracted by the likes of three hot brothers.
Especially brothers my mother would eventually try to hit on.
For the second night in a row, they didn't show up, which was fine because I was busy as fuck. The bar was stacked with members from most of the numerous clubs that surrounded Lucas Corner, and I was trying to make sure that everyone stayed civil. My manager called in another bouncer for the door once we hit one hundred people, so I was trying to pay attention to everyone ordering multiple drinks.
After all, the more intoxicated these men got, the rowdier the fights tended to be.
I heard two people take a seat at the bar as I was down below grabbing beers. I slid the beers across the bar to a burly man in a red leather jacket. He was eyeing me lasciviously and it was slightly unnerving. But once he had the beers in his hand, he turned and walked away.
“Got any specials?”
I turned my eyes to the two men who had sat down, and I recognized them instantly. It was the twin Grove brothers, Tanner and Tyler. They weren't accompanied by the other three but they were staring at me with these cheeky little grins on their faces.
I started wondering if they knew what had taken place between their brothers and me.
“Five-dollar fireball shots and three-dollar long-necked bottles,” I said. “And it’s nice to see you two again.”
I could see Tyler openly staring at my tits before his eyes raked up my body.
“A fireball shot sounds nice,” he said.
“I’ll take whatever my brother’s having,” Tanner said.
“Two fireball shots coming right up.”
The brothers were silent as I handed them their shots. They tossed their heads back and swallowed the alcohol down like professionals, then set the glasses back on the bar. I watched their faces for any reaction to the drink, trying to figure out if I should recommend something else to them. It was one of those shots people either loved or hated, but instead of giving me a reaction, their faces stayed blank.
They were a hard pair to read, unlike their other brothers.
“Would you two care for anything else?” I asked.
“Another one of those shots would be nice,” Tyler said.