When we’re toe-to-toe, he reaches up and tangles his fingers in my hair and I barely stop myself from moaning. His voice is a low growl which has my nipples pebbling, “You weren’t going to run, were you Ariel?”
“Um,” my throat is now so fucking dry I’m not sure there is any water left in my body because it’s all flooding my panties right now. This kind of shit should be illegal. Dehydration kills, people. “I wasn’t,” I don’t get to finish my thought because he lets out a low sound of warning which has me blurting, “You wouldn’t be hurting for some female attention, everyone in this place is checking out the three of you.”
I grimace because I did not mean to spew all my insecurities. Fucking yikes.
Cy eyes me, surprising me when he doesn’t look around to see if any of the women in the bar are looking at him. There’s a threat in his tone, “Listen to me carefully, Ariel. I don’t give a fuck who else is checking me out. I didn’t get dressed up to impress anyone but you.”
My mouth drops open with his bold confession which has my mind reeling. Before I can respond, Cy’s fingers tighten in my hair and he’s hauling me closer, my arms wrapping around him on instinct. His lips slam down on mine, taking full advantage of my shock by sweeping his tongue into my mouth and kissing me until I’m breathless.
My nails dig into his shoulders, and I feel his muscles bunch under my hands. The low rumbling growl which comes from him has my thighs pressing together as his hard length presses against my soft belly. Knowing I do this to such a man has my knees going weak and makes me want to please him by any means necessary.
What an odd fucking desire. To please him? It’s deeper than just wanting to suck his cock or have him plow into me. I want to make every day of his life better. I want to make sure he has everything he needs to be successful. I’ve never felt this kind of desire burn inside of me quite like it does right now.
Only when I let out a soft moan does he slow the kiss down and pull back from me. His dark eyes burn with a fire which has me wanting to rub my body against him or wrap myself around him and never let go. I glance over to see Kent and Gabriel standing at the table, their eyes burning with the same intensity as Cy’s.
“You kissed me,” the words come out like an unsure accusation, more question than answer and more wonder than assertion.
“Yeah, little mermaid, I did.” The grin on his face is cocky and it buzzes through every part of my body. He leans into me, tilting my head slightly by the grip he still has on my hair and whispers, “I’m not the only one who wants to kiss you.” His lips brush the shell of my ear and I shudder. “You’re going to kiss Kent and Gabe too, aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh,” I answer mindlessly, my eyes sliding over to the two men who look like they’re barely holding onto a thin scrap of control. I shake my head slightly. Where the hell did that come from? “I mean,” I stutter slightly, “no, I’m not going to kiss them too.” I pull back, ignoring the tug on my scalp from his hold on me as I look up and study his eyes. “What the hell is going on here?”
Cy’s grin turns into something feral which has my clit throbbing and screaming for relief.
Down girl. Don’t get me into any more trouble than I already am.
Cy doesn’t answer, instead he untangles his fingers from my hair and guides me over to the table by the small of my back. I try and shake off the fog which surrounds me, but it’s difficult with the possessive way Cy’s hand is pressing against me. If he was touching my skin directly, I would become a puddle on the ground.
Not a good look.
When we get to the table, Kent chuckles darkly, “You look truly good and well mussed, Ari.”
I cringe and reach up to try and smooth my hair, knowing Cy’s fingers probably did a number on it.
Gabe grabs my wrist and shakes his head once. “No,” his voice is deeper than it was the other night, and his eyes are darker as he looks me over, “leave it, you look sexy as fuck like this. You look like ours.”
I squeak, “Ours?”
The men share a look between them and I’m grateful as hell they thought to grab me a drink, giving little thought to the fact that they ordered me a Midori Sour, my favorite. I’m tempted to gulp it down, but I stop myself.
When I put my glass down and will myself to look up at the three of them, they’re staring at me. It makes me squirm in my seat and I’m not even sure why. Kent’s gaze slides from my face down the column of my neck. The way his jade eyes darken, almost completely erasing the brown flecks dancing there, has me swallowing hard.
Gabe reaches over and lays a hand over mine on the tabletop where I’m tapping my fingers nervously without realizing it. “Are you scared, Ariel?”
“Scared?” Why does my voice sound so fucking high and tight? That’s not my normal voice, is it? I clear my throat and shake my head. “I’m not scared of you.”
Kent wiggles his eyebrows at me, “Excited?”
I can’t help but giggle and since I’m not much of a giggler I’m sure I sound deranged, at least maniacal, probably unhinged. It’s their fault, this is what they do to me and there isn’t much I can do about it. It’s just them.
I pull my shoulders back and try and remember I know these guys. I’ve been talking to them for what feels like forever. They’re not a threat to me. “Should I be excited?”
Kent winks at me and starts nodding slowly, “You definitely should be.” He leans forward, the glint in his eye reminding me about his hidden depths and the way I want to drown in them. “The way you’re squeezing your thighs together gives you away.”
I gasp, but before I can retort, Gabriel steals my words by placing his hand on my thigh and gliding it up and down my exposed skin. Wearing a skirt was either the best Idea I’ve ever had or the worst. The way he’s making my skin tingle has me leaning toward best idea, but when I look around the table at his best friends, doubts rush in.
Gabe leans into me and nips at my ear causing my breath to hitch. His words whisper across my skin as goosebumps pop up in their wake, “Do you trust us?”