The reaction that my body is having to him is a little out of hand. Every touch sets my skin on fire, and his lips on my shoulder make goosebumps break out down my arm. If I wasn't so damn excited about getting a steak from a five-star restaurant I might turn around and drag him out of the building. Instead, I give the hussy between my legs a stern talking to and take my seat at the table across from him.
“Have the other guys been giving you a hard time about monopolizing my time tonight?” I ask while we wait for the waiter.
“They did for a little bit but then they realized that we are going to have to figure out how to make this work for all of us. It won't be difficult right now with you at school because we can't have you every single night but once we get back to the clubhouse there has to be some kind of schedule or agreement.” I take a sip of my water to keep from laughing at how he uses when instead of if.
“I had been kind of freaking out about that while I was in the car on the way here. I have no idea how I am supposed to juggle three boyfriends.”
I am saved from wherever this conversation may go by the waiter showing up with a wine list, “Welcome in guys, my name is Alex, and I will be serving you tonight, this is the list of wines we have in right now and a bar list is on the back.” He gives us a list of specials for the night and suggests two different appetizers.
“I’ll have whiskey, neat, and she’ll take a red wine, your best one to pair with a medium steak.” I watch Pyro’s face while he orders for me and hands the drink menu back to Alex, he is relaxed and doesn't seem to think twice about ordering my food or drink for me, it's wildly attractive.
“Have you ever seen me drink wine before?” I ask after Alex walks away.
“No, but you don't come to a nice restaurant to order Grey Goose with an expensive steak. I promise you will be happy with the pairing,” because I have never gone out for food like this, I don't argue with him. I have only ever tried cheap wine and while it wasn't my favorite it wasn't terrible either so I can't imagine that I will be disappointed by something they serve here.
“I was thinking about the blooming onion for a starter. I love some good onion rings.” There are not very many things that I don't like when it comes to food, and just about everything served at a steakhouse in South Texas is good, but I can go to town on some battered and fried onions.
“Sounds great.”
Alex comes back with the drinks, and we order the onion and our food. I feel myself settling after the conversations flow easily from topic to topic, my second glass of wine comes with my steak, and I have to give it to Pyro, he was right about the paring of the wine and steak, and the garlic reduction on my potatoes is to die for.
Everything about the date is a dream come true. If you had asked me a year ago if I had expected something like this from one of them, I would have laughed in your face. I don't think anyone that dates a club member expects romance and flowers, then again no one gets involved with a club member for those things, more like danger and parties.
“Can I get you guys any dessert? We have cheesecake and chocolate mousse; we also have a really good hot brownie that we serve with ice cream?”
I let Pyro answer like he has been for the rest of the date.
“We are good, I have made other arrangements for dessert, thank you.” Alex nods and sets the check down. Pyro takes out his wallet and drops two one-hundred-dollar bills on top of the check without even looking at it.
“What is it that you have planned for dessert?” I ask but he only smiles and leads me out of the restaurant. At some point, he must have let the driver know that we were ready for him because when we get out front the car is waiting and the driver is standing by the door to open it for us.
Pyro gives him an address that I don't know but I recognize as being downtown and then he helps me into the car. When the driver pulls up to a hotel on the riverwalk I turn my whole body toward Pyro and give him a questioning look.
“I booked a room for the night but don't think that I assume anything, I just didn't want to have to share you with the other two if we went back to the apartment.”
We both know that we are going to fuck, but he is nice enough to not expect it. Most people don't have sex on the first date but then again, most people don't have a four-some before their first date. I think that kind of makes this a whole new territory for the dating rules.
Pyro takes my hand, and we walk up to the counter. He rubs his thumb over my knuckles as he checks in and gets a key to our room, I watch the side of his face while he talks to the man. His red hair is shorter than I remember him keeping it and pushed back away from his face in a sweeping motion, his face is clean-shaven, and I can see some of his tattoos peeking out of the top of his collared shirt.
While we are waiting on the elevator, I gently use the hand that he isn't holding to turn his face toward mine.His green eyes are bright and the laugh lines around them remind me that while he lives a rough life, he manages to have fun while doing it. He smiles at me, and I raise onto my toes to press my lips to his.
The kiss is chaste, but it still makes my toes tingle, and I am sure the people around us can see the chemistry rolling off of us in waves. When the doors ding and slide open, the couple that had been standing close by didn't make a move to follow us in. I can feel Pyro’s eyes on my face as I watch the numbers climb, climb, and climb. The elevator doesn’t stop until we are on the 15thfloor.
The music is soft, and I swear that if a person listened hard enough, they would be able to hear the pounding of the blood in my veins. The energy in the elevator gets more invigorated with every floor, by the time that we make it to ours my skin is sticky with perspiration and the heat between my thighs is enough to make it uncomfortable where they rub together.
He didn’t make a move to get closer to me while in the tiny metal box—okay it’s not that small but it felt suffocating—but his eyes never shift. I am pretty sure he didn’t even blink.
His intensity only makes my issues worse.
He pushes the door open and motions for me to walk ahead of him. I go through the room to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the back, they overlook the riverwalk. I can see the twinkling lights in the trees and the small forms of people meandering around, looking into the few shops that are still open, or getting drinks from any one of the several bars that line the water.
The click of the door claps like thunder in my ears and I count Pyro's steps until I feel the heat of his body behind mine.
He doesn't touch me but when he leans forward and tucks his nose into my hair my body crumbles and I lean back into his chest, his hands come up to steady me, but they only make me more unstable. He runs his hands up and down my arms, his nose touches the skin on the side of my neck. I sigh and grab his thighs; I wasn’t feeling that needy until this moment.
“So, about that dessert?” I whisper.
“There are chocolate-covered strawberries and champagne in the refrigerator, but I can think of something I would like much more than either of those things.”