“I’d join whatever club you asked me to, sugar.”
“Oh, I have some ideas about clubs. Mainly the club where you two take me home and rid me of this terrible dry spell I’ve been in.”
I stare at her wide-eyed before I look over at Shyla. Her hand now pauses on Kelsey’s back. I watch as Shyla wraps Kelsey’s ponytail around her fist and tugs lightly to pull the shell of her ear to her mouth. “I will take you back to your place and do filthy, depraved things to you, sweet girl. But first, I need you to sober up.”
I watch as Kelsey’s pupils dilate and it smells like someone baked a dozen muffins in a rainstorm. My cock is hard and ready. Whatever these women want me to do, I will fucking do it. Kelsey snaps back to reality and flags down a waiter. “Hi, can I get, like, three really big”—she glances at me and licks her lips—“really big glasses of water.”
“Sure thing, baby doll.”
“Don’t call me that,” Kelsey replies. The bartender gives her a shitty look, and I don’t even have a second to react before Shyla is on her feet and following the bartender back at the bar.
“Oh, fuck, is she going to yell at him?” Kelsey asks.
“Definitely,” I say, skeptical of how she will react. Shyla doesn’t take shit from anybody, and if she thinks this is bad, she’s in for a rude awakening.
“Why is that so hot?” Kelsey asks, shifting her thighs. “Emmett?”
“Yeah, Sugar?”
“Will you finger me in the ladies’ bathroom?”
“Jesus, fuck, Kelsey.” Her hand is on my thigh and I groan. “As much as I would love to take you in that bathroom and do whatever you tell me, I need to make sure you aren’t drunk, and, well, Shy needs to be there, too.”
“I want her there, too. She’s so sexy.”
“Yeah, she is,” I reply, impatiently waiting for Kelsey’s waters. “Do you not drink often, sugar?”
“I haven’t really left the house in a few months,” she says, looking away from my face.
“Any specific reason for that?” I ask her.
“Bad breakup, a really bad breakup.”
My heart stops for a moment as I realize we are probably her rebound and this means she doesn’t want anything going forward. It’s a bit sad, but I find myself already wanting to get to know her better. I don’t know if I could just have a one time thing with her.
“So, you aren’t looking for anything serious?” I ask her.
“I didn’t say that, Emmett.” She scolds me for putting words in her mouth. “I just need to make sure I don’t settle this time. I want my dream pack, you know? It might be selfish, but I want it all.”
“What does your dream pack look like?”
“Honestly?” she asks, her green eyes glassy.
“Honestly.”
“Probably at least three to four pack members besides myself. If we’re really getting particular, I would love a male and female Alpha, and a male or female Beta too. What about you?”
“I want someone who has more time to give me. I love Shyla, and everything she does amazes me, but I’m a little needy, I guess.”
She gasps. “Never call yourself needy like it’s a negative thing.”
“You like needy, sugar?”
“It’s all I want, for someone to truly want and need me.”
I want to grab the back of her neck and smash our lips together and devour her and tell her how much I want her at this moment. But Shyla comes back and sets three waters on the table in front of us. I look over at the bar and the bartender who made Kelsey look uncomfortable is no longer there.
“Drink up, sweet girl,” Shyla says. Kelsey picks up the glass and nearly guzzles the whole thing in one go. Shyla and I both watch as a few drops of water trail from the corner of her mouth into her cleavage.