Club Saturday: Contemporary Menage Romance (Sarasota Sin Series Book 2) (9 page)

“He’s not called the cops. As far as work goes, Avery wants you to spend some time today squaring away the firehouse. Julian is meeting two managerial candidates there around one, so you can walk those prospective employees around the property afterwards.” Drake paused, thinking. “Take your laptop and field any of our company issues while you’re there.”

With her slightly hungover brain, it took her a moment to process his words.
 
“Hey, how do you know Matt hasn’t called the cops?”

“I may have texted him back on your behalf.”

She knocked his arm from her shoulders. “You did what?”

Drake looked unrepentant. “I pretended I was you, saying that you needed to rethink the relationship and the wedding planning was getting to you.” His eyes darted to the silk, goblet draperies where Oscar was sharpening his claws. “Oh, and that you took the damn cat.”

“Oscar, stop that!”

“Oscar,” he growled low, looking back at her with the infamous arrogance of all Easton men, “has confirmed the reasoning for my no pet policy in this hotel.”
 

“You’re not getting me off track.” Vania wagged her finger at Drake. By the look on his face, no one had ever done that to him. “You had no right to text Matt.”

Evan walked into the room, showered and dressed in a fresh suit. He tossed his jacket on a nearby chair. “You gave us that right last night.”

Chapter 10

Vania couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “How did I give you any rights in my life?”

“Hey,” Evan’s voice gentled as he slid in on the other side of the bed, effectively sandwiching Vania inside two manly men, “You pressed your silk-clad body on mine and ground on my cock until I nearly detonated.”

“No,” she whispered.
 

“Yes.” Drake slipped his fingers beneath her chin, turning her to face him. “In your sleep, you masturbated beneath these covers.”

A choking sound left her throat.

“Want to know whose name you called out when you climaxed?” Drake gave her no time to answer, probably knew Vania wouldn’t anyway. “Mine.”

“And mine,” Evan murmured.
 

“Don’t tell me anything else,” she groaned.

“You called out our names instead of Matt’s.” Drake’s breathing picked up, going choppy. “We know what that means to us, but what does that mean to you?”

“That I will never drink again.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” Evan pressed his fingertips to her lips, silencing her. “Not for the reason that you think.” He inched closer, his jaw clenching. “I want you to remember the next time you dance for us, the next time you masturbate calling our names.”

When Evan dropped his hand from her mouth, Drake moved his face even closer, a fraction separating them. Their breaths mingled when Drake vowed, “And there
will
be a next time.”

In the next second, Drake’s body was over hers, the ridge of his hard cock settling against her mound. The press of his lips softened her mouth, making her open on a gasp. He groaned as his tongue slipped through, curling around hers while his hands found her rounded ass and squeezed.

“She’s so responsive to us.” Evan brushed her hair from her face and watched Drake take her mouth.

Drake was everywhere, his scent, his mouth, his hands, and his cock. He was a delicious weight cradled in her thighs; a literal fantasy of Vania’s come to life.
 

Drake’s kisses grew harder, so different from Matt’s mediocre pecks. And she found the courage to run her hands down his hard chest.

“Yes,” he groaned between kisses, “touch me.”

“Yes,” she echoed. Her hands moved lower, sensing the ridges of his stomach tensing beneath her touch. Lower, lower, lower, until she fingered his belt buckle.
 

He shuddered against her.
 

Making Drake Easton shudder was a powerful, heady experience, and a layer of confidence stripped away by Matt was immediately replaced.

His phone rang again.

Drake tore his mouth from Vania’s lips, panting roughly, and pressed his forehead against hers. “We have to stop. None of us can skip work today.”

“But not before I get my kiss.” Evan took Drake’s place. He cupped her throat, his thumb stroking her leaping pulse point, while staring down at her with a savage intensity that raised the little hairs on her arms. But when he moved his mouth to take possession of hers, Evan did so slowly, keeping his eyes locked with hers.
 

Opening for his tongue, Vania moaned in Evan’s mouth, tasting and receiving. She moved her hands to the underside of his arms, following the muscles and sinew perfectly carved underneath his velvety skin.

Shifting above her, Evan demanded, “Persuade me not to take her now, Drake.”

Drake swallowed audibly while trailing his hand between Vania and Evan’s body. “Don’t take her,” he said unconvincingly, and then
 
yanked down her right bra cup. Her heavy flesh spilled from its confines, creamy pale around a rosy crest.
 

Evan sucked in a sharp breath. “Not helping the situation.”

Vania gasped as the crisp, hotel air-conditioning met her nipple, tightening it to a hard diamond. She put her hand on Evan’s belt and grabbed Drake’s buckle. She started loosening them, hormones racing, and decided to live her fantasy. “I want you both to take me.” Vania hadn’t made love with two men, but she was too worked up to worry about her inexperience.

Drake grabbed her wrists with one hand, lifting them over her head. Then Evan pressed his hips amid her thighs. Her legs could do nothing but fall open in surrender.
 

“I don’t want the first time to be rushed.” He rocked his pelvis against her.
 

“Besides, your body isn’t ready for rushed from us.” Drake nibbled the side of her throat. “Rushed equals rough.”

“I’m readier than you think,” Vania argued.

Evan’s cock slid against her covered sex.
 
His gaze traveled from her face, to her throbbing pulse, and back down to her exposed breast where Drake drew her nipple in his mouth.
 

When Drake pulled back, Evan captured her mouth again. Without the finesse of his first kiss, he moved his lips over hers, showing her what he wanted with every provocative flick of his tongue.
 

Drake gripped her ass, urging Vania to lift for the grazing friction of Evan’s erection.
 

Vania started moving in the rhythm Evan and Drake set, her panties molding to her wet flesh with every swipe of Evan’s body.
 

And although both men stayed clothed, while Vania kept her panties on, she hadn’t ever been this aroused. So what did that say about her life?

That thought was lost when her pussy clenched on the first signs of orgasm. “Uh,” she groaned.
 
Drake kissed up her jaw then bit down on her ear. At the same time, Evan pinched her exposed nipple. “I’m going to —"

Someone knocked on the outer door.

Evan released her nipple, and the blood rushing back to the tip sent Vania into a tailspin.

Another loud rap sounded at the door.

“No.” Drake licked down her chest until his tongue hit the tip of her breast with a curled flick, where he soothed away the slight pain caused by Evan’s pinch.
 

“Please!” Her back arched instinctively, pushing her nipple in Drake’s mouth. Her heels dug in Evan’s perfect ass, spurring on his swiping. “Don’t stop!”

Another rap sounded beyond impatient.

Drake raked his teeth across her nipple, eliciting a shudder from her sexually deprived body, causing her sex to clench down hard.
 

“Ah!”

“There you go,” Evan said, “enjoy it.”

She couldn’t really see anything but flashing lights. Nothing could have prepared Vania for the scorching intensity of this orgasm.
 

“Stop tensing up, Love.”

While gulping air amid whimpers, Vania coaxed her body to relax.
 

In the near distance, a corridor door opened and closed before a rolling cart echoed in the interior hallway.
 

“That’s room service with your breakfast.” Drake kissed her and stood. “I told them to set up on the balcony.”

Evan kissed her nose and left the bed.
 
He tucked in his shirt and reached for his jacket. “We’re expected at a board meeting.”

Oscar’s ears perked up at the sound of rattling dishes next door, but he stayed on a leather-studded club chair, licking his fur as he lounged regally.
 

“I,” she fumbled with what to say.

Drake ran a hand through his inky hair, neatly tucked in his shirt, and adjusted what he could behind his zipper. Considering the size of him, and there was a lot to consider there, it wasn’t an easy task. “Bearing in mind you’re a touch hungover, eat first before taking a shower.”

“Right.” Though standing in a hot pink corset slip and see-through panties, she schooled her features with professionalism. “I’ll work late to make up for the time lost this morning.”

“Vania, you’re always working late.” Evan tightened his watchband. “There’s no time to make up here. I only ask that you eat, drink plenty of water, and stay in touch with Avery. Okay?”

“I will.” Vania crushed Oscar to her chest and searched for her suitcase. “I need my clothes and toothbrush.”
 

“Your toiletries are in the bathroom.” Drake smiled.
 
“I ordered what you threw in your suitcase to be pressed. Staff already hung your clothes in the closet.” He pointed to louvered bamboo doors.
 

Evan added, “If you’re missing anything, call the front desk and charge it to the room.” He gave her a look. “No one knows you’re in this room Vania, so don’t use your name but mine.”

She couldn't charge anything to this room, wouldn’t take advantage.
 
“Thanks.”

Drake finished knotting his tie. “I’ve held this villa open for an indefinite time. Use it as long as you need it. I only ask that nothing changes among us three during working hours.”

During working hours? If that wasn’t a heady qualifier, she didn’t know what was. “I can stay as professional as you.”

Drake nodded, but he didn’t seem convinced. “We have plenty to discuss, Vania.”

“The whole dangerous ground thing?” She laughed hollowly. “I guess I’ve been standing on it for a while now.” She shrugged. “I just didn’t know it.”

Chapter 11

“Where were you two last night?” Julian marched through Drake’s office without knocking.

Drake snorted. “Even Aunt Gilda stopped asking us that once we turned eighteen.”
 

Evan held his phone to his ear, working on a problem with Club Saturday’s GM. His mouth straightened into a tight line, which was Evan’s equivalent of professional fury, but he kept his tone cool.

Since he lacked time to go home, Drake decided to shower and change here. He was at odds with his decision. Before Vania, he consistently scrubbed away scents of perfume, makeup, and sex of women within the hour he fucked them. Now, he dreaded washing off Vania’s delicate scent.

“I’m not trying to bitch.”

“Ah, Julian, why do I sense a ‘but’ coming?” Avoiding this conversation was necessary. The situation with Vania was fresh, and, no matter her current resolve, she could still run back to her fiancé’s awaiting arms.
 

Julian followed him inside his office bathroom, watching as Drake turned on the shower. “
But
you’ve been acting strange since Trey married Libby.”

“Strange? Because I’m relieved that I don’t have to deal with Trey’s baggage any longer? Ecstatic that
Trey
doesn’t have to deal with his baggage any longer.” It had been a long haul, helping Trey release the ghosts of his past. Now that he married Libby, and she was expecting Trey’s children, the stars appeared to be lining up for the man once resigned to a painful and lost existence. “He damn well deserves happiness, and now I can breathe.”

“You can breathe? Funny, you look tense.” Julian leaned against the wall as Drake shucked his suit. “I mean, when was the last time you fucked? Must be exhausting carrying around wood all the time.”

“What?” Drake slammed his hands on the vanity. “You need me to send you my sexual itinerary?”
 

“No need, I can see you’re off your game.”

“Off my game? I’m
finished
with games.” Drake glanced down at his raging erection and jumped in the shower. Even if he had time to jack off, he doubted the empty orgasm would take off his edge. “I need something… else.”

Drake had fucked plenty over the span of his adult life. But recently?
 
Only once, and the experience had left him cold, colder than any other lay.
 

The woman had been a beautiful nightmare, a true Black Widow, readying to dig her fangs in his neck the moment he’d come up for air. Since he wanted no repeats, she didn’t take it too well.