Facing West (Forever Wilde 1)

He chuckled. “Hardly. What about you? Any prospects? Are we looking to get you laid tonight?”

“Yes please,” I said quickly.

“A cute twink, right? Twinkier than you anyway?” Sam teased in my ear as Griff joined us.

I rolled my eyes. Griff and Sam had only ever seen me with little guys, but that night I was in the mood for something different. Something I rarely let myself have.

“No. I’m thinking tonight I wanna be manhandled. Couple of bears oughta do it.”

Griff danced in front of me with his hands on my hips, making a Nico sandwich with his husband. At my words, his eyebrows rose up high enough to disappear beneath his curly mop of hair.

“The hell?” he asked.

I shrugged, taking the opportunity to preen back against Sam like I was marking him with my scent or something. Griff growled and pulled me closer to him and away from Sam. I heard Sam chuckle and saw his hand come up in front of me to cup Griff’s cheek.

“Simmer down, Foxy,” he warned. “You know Nico’s not my type.”

Regardless, Sam moved around to dance against Griff’s back, shooting me an apologetic smile. I winked at him to let him know there were no hard feelings. They both knew I respected the hell out of their marriage and would never do anything to get between them. We’d gone out dancing a million times before, and the two of them learned that they loved using me as their plaything on the dance floor, not only to turn each other on but to convince other men to pay attention to me. It was a game the three of us had gotten used to playing, and we’d discovered it benefited all three of us equally.

Griff’s hands came up my chest until they rested on either side of my neck. “Bears? As in multiple big guys?”

I shrugged. “Maybe I like to mix it up sometimes.”

“You know you’d have to bottom, right?” Griff asked with narrowed eyes. “You don’t bottom. Ever.”

Sam grumbled something about not wanting to know how Griff knew what I did and didn’t do in bed.

“Not true,” I corrected. “And stop asking questions. Just find me two big guys. I don’t care if they’re bears or not. I want muscles.”

“What’s going on with you, Nico?” Griff asked. “You have a death wish? Why won’t you let us fix you up on an actual date? You know, like with someone you can actually forge a relationship with rather than a one-and-done?”

“Never mind. Jesus, forget about it, find me a little guy.”

Sam brought a hand up to cover Griff’s mouth. “Don’t listen to him, Nico,” Sam said. “If you’re in the mood for a bear tonight, we’ll make it happen. What about that one over there?” He nodded in the direction of a rough-looking man who looked to be about ten years older and fifty pounds heavier—all of it muscles.

“Yes please,” I said, trying not to whimper.

“What the hell?” Griff mumbled. “That guy will chew you up and spit you out.”

One can hope, I thought.

Sam maneuvered us over to where the man was dancing by himself. I turned my back to Griff, allowing him to dance against my ass as I crooked my finger at the older guy. He joined the three of us, dancing face-to-face with me long enough to encourage Griff and Sam to break away and dance on their own.

“Well aren’t you adorable? Love the ink,” the man grumbled in my ear. Normally, being treated like a twink drove me up the damned wall. I tried hard to be the dominant one in all my hookups because I never wanted people to think I was small or weak. I’d had enough of being treated as small and weak to last a lifetime. But when it came right down to it, in the dark of night and only to myself, I had to admit that I really did want to be manhandled by someone bigger than me sometimes. I also wanted to be taken care of and have someone to treat me like a spoiled princess, but that was a secret I barely admitted to myself, much less anyone else.

“Thank you,” I said to the man, leaning into his chest farther and wrapping my arms around his waist. “What’re you looking for tonight?”

“Whatever it is, you’re it.”

“You have any friends?” I asked, hoping like hell the answer was yes. I couldn’t do one-on-one. It was too much, too intense. I didn’t want to be anyone’s sole focus this evening.

“Sure do. See that guy at the bar with the leather vest?”

I looked over and saw the man he gestured to. A smile appeared on my face like the Cheshire cat. The man looked like he could pound the hell out of my ass and shove my face in the mattress while doing it. The perfect combo for my current mood. “He with you?” I asked.