“You look beautiful tonight, Diane,” Matt told her as he kissed her cheek hello.
“Thank you. This was a great idea, getting together for dinner,” she added, as Quaid and Virgo said hello while Dale shook Lucas’s hand. Mark kissed Sage’s cheek hello and then they all took a seat around the table.
“Well, considering that you two planned this little gathering to talk about New York, I’m sure it’s going to be memorable,” Matt replied as he gave Sage the stare down. Sage lowered her eyes and tried to hide her smirk.
Diane felt her own cheeks warm and then Drake’s hand squeeze her knee under the table.
“Did you really think that we forgot about you leaving us for New York?” he asked.
She opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again. Gathering her thoughts, she looked toward Lucas and Mark, then Sage and smiled.
“Of course not. This is something that I need to do and I thought Sage might enjoy it as well.”
“Her men aren’t too keen on her going off to New York alone with you,” Mark stated.
“We’re not going to be alone. We’re going with Elvira. We’ll have an escort as soon as we land in New York, and a limo driver throughout our stay. Monique has thought of everything.”
“Not everything,” Drake added and then crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“I spoke with her before I came to pick you up,” Mark told her and then nodded toward Matt.
“We both did,” Matt said.
Diane was shocked. “Why would you do that? How did you—”
“You are our responsibility now,” Mark told her.
“As Sage is ours,” Quaid added.
She saw their firm expressions and the reality of their commitment to Sage, and her own men’s commitment to her was becoming clearer. She couldn’t find fault in this. It kind of made her feel aroused for some odd reason. She pretended annoyance until Mark nodded toward Matt. “Want to explain the details?”
Matt held a firm expression and glanced at Sage.
“Monique is changing a few things around. Mark and I made some calls to New York and just so happen to know the owner of the security firm responsible for security of the building you’ll be modeling in and where you’ll be spending most of the time you’re in New York. We expect Sage to keep us abreast of your schedule and where you’ll be at all times,” Matt told them.
“Sage has been briefed on our expectations and what she needs to do to ensure your safety and her own,” Mark added.
“Briefed?” Diane asked, feeling her belly tighten and other parts begin to react to this authoritative side of Mark. That was when she felt Drake’s hand inch between her thighs.
She swallowed hard, straightened her shoulders, and nodded her head.
“Well then, let’s enjoy dinner,” Diane stated and nearly moaned as Drake’s fingers pressed against her mound. She knew her panties were instantly wet, and she prayed she got through dinner. These men were definitely laying down the law in their own special way. Surprisingly, she enjoyed it, and looked forward to what they surely had in store for her once they got her to their place.
* * * *
The scent of her perfume, the sexy little skirt and top she wore, and simply the way her abundant, chocolate locks cascaded down her back was too much for him to resist. Drake lifted her up into his arms before they even reached the truck.
“Drake,” she scolded him as she gripped his shoulders and looked down into his eyes. He surely hoped that she saw the instant desire and the need to be inside of her. Drake didn’t want her to leave New York, but after talking with Matt and Quaid, and their ideas of security for the women, plus their insight into why Diane was so insistent on going, they knew they needed to allow this space.
He cupped her ass cheeks as he thrust upward just as they reached the truck. He pressed her against the side door.
“I can’t wait to be inside of you. I wish I could take you right here against the truck.”
“Oh God, Drake, I wish that, too,” she told him, making his dick even harder.
“Get her in the truck,” Mark ordered.
She shivered in Drake’s arms.