“Gentlemen. Since it seems we will be enjoying each other’s company, maybe telling me your names would be a good start?”
I am not about to admit I know who they are. Their masculine laughs are heavy, intimidating and make my nipples pucker against the softness of my dress. Lev smiles down at me like he’s won the lottery and wants to share his winnings with me.
“Lev. And this is my best friend Gregor. Our other friend will be joining us shortly.”
I drum up a polite smile I reserve for the few times I actually have to deal with people face to face. The one thing I love about Club Sin is no one bothers you. Unlike dive bars and pubs this place has unspoken rules that make single women feel like queens. A snap of my finger and I don’t care how powerful you are, you are out.
“Three, huh? Where is your friend now?” The feel of Lev’s lips sliding over my knuckles is distracting, but I don’t pull away. I like the warmth and softness of his mouth on my skin.
“He is on a phone call right now. He won't be long.”
That is Gregor. The fine lines at the edges of his eyes offer hints of his age. If I had to guess mid-thirties. But I know he’s closer to forty. The fine material of his suit moves and molds to the broad form of his shoulders and the thickness of his arms.
God, I love the way his mouth moves when he speaks.
I admonish myself for the thought when I should be focusing on a way to politely excuse myself from between them. Belle would understand if I slip away early.
I need to leave before this goes too far. A little harmless flirting is fine, but these men don’t seem the type to kiss and walk.
My phone rings but I silence it and turn it face down on the table.
“Do you need to get that?”
I pick it up and check the screen. Damn. Harlon. Something tells me if they see the face that goes with the number it would not go over well.
Lev is stroking lazy circles over my thigh where his other hand has come to rest shockingly close to the edge of my dress.
And it feels good. Play it cool, I tell myself.
A waitress comes and removes our glasses. “Anything else,” she asks.
“Not now,” I say. The second she is gone Lev presses a button and the table disappears into the floor. I snatch my phone and put it on my lap.
I clear my throat lightly and flip the phone over to silence. “It can wait,” I answer and give myself a mental pat on the back for sounding calm.
“Good answer.”
I swear I hear a throaty growl of the deep base and sensual chords of music.
“You’re direct,” I quip in retort, proud of how little my voice trembles.
“We’ve seen you here this entire week, dorogaya. Why is it you’ve been alone this entire time?”
I watch intently as Gregor’s lips move with each word. Kissable, biteable. I wonder what his mouth on mine would feel like?
“I’m only here to support Belle.” I hear myself say without paying too much attention. How can I when he presses so close?
“Are you married?” Lev passes the pad of his thumb over my empty ring finger.
I don’t realize I’m moving closer until I can feel the heat of his breath on my face. He considers me for a moment his expression unreadable and then those dark eyes morph from curious to downright wolfish.
“I think that is obvious.” The tip of my lip shoots up in an arrogant smirk. “And no, before you ask, I don’t have a boyfriend either.”
Several details hit me at once. While I’m being pulled in like a moon to its planet, Gregor is falling into the same gravitational pull behind me. Their power, their strength is inescapable. And most importantly, if they take this further, I’ll gladly let them. Their warmth surrounds me. Lust and thirst for a taste of those lips coil deep within.
His gaze darts from my mouth to my eyes and dips again. The tip of his finger traces over the edge of my jawbone before tipping my mouth toward his. “Good, then I can do this.”
I don’t know why, the signs are clear, but his words stun me at first so I am unprepared for the assault of his lips against mine.
Lev takes my mouth in a burning kiss. Shock has my lips parting and a surprised gasp escaping which is exactly what the Russian mobster wants.
Gregor tips my chin higher for his friend, his strong fingers holding me in place. A brush of Lev’s tongue and my lips open wider without my conscious thought.
Primal lust shoots through me. I can’t breathe. Hell, I don’t remember the simple act of taking air into my lungs. And I don’t care. All I can think about is one of the most powerful men of the Southern Alliance has his mouth on mine, his tongue dragging over mine, and his friend holding me for him.
From behind me, warm lips brush over the tender flesh of my neck and I sigh, tilting my head to the side so Gregor has better access.
“Who put these on you?”
Gregor caresses the marks on my throat and the one he takes has Lev eyeing his friend.
“Someone has hurt her.”
Dark brown meets striking blue.
“It’s nothing.” I wave off their concern. “He’s no longer a problem.”
“Tell us his name and he will no longer be a problem for anyone. No one touches such a pretty jewel. No one.”
The feel of Gregor’s tongue licking over the tender, bruised flesh has my head falling to the side. He moves up, kisses my pulse point, and nips the flesh of my earlobe.
I gasp and I moan a throaty sound that makes me jolt back into reality.
Soft cords of music drift into our darkened booth and suddenly I remember where we are at.
I sit up, breaking all contact. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” My gaze touches the crowd before us, but I quickly notice there is not a single person looking in our direction. Their gazes are either fixed on the stage or their partners.
The edges of my dress drag up my thigh. This is it, Sapphire. Do or walk away. “Kiss us,” They husk in unison.
And at that moment my brain clicks off. The I should nots and I cannots cease to exist and for the first time in my life, I let my desires carry me back into the arms of two men.
The club is kept at a crisp sixty degrees but I feel like I’m living inside a cocoon of warmth between both men.
It’s addictive and so welcoming.