“Ready for tonight, babe?” Comes one placing a slow kiss over my cousin’s exposed collar bone. You know what I’m talking about. The kind of kiss that says I know what we are about to do and it’s going to be hella kinky.
The third comes up behind her. An arm wound tight around her middle right above the others. This isn’t for show either. There’s possession in their touches.
“Mind if we take Belle for a little while? We promise to bring her back safe and sound.” Sexy man number three winks at me, all innocent and sweet.
Oh, God. They are all country boys. The miles of muscles and laid-back attitudes make sense now.
“Gentlemen,” I say with a knowing smile. My poor sweet cousin has no idea she’s playing with fire with these three. The quiet types are always the dangerous ones.
“Just a minute guys, please.” Belle places her hands on either of my shoulders.
How she thinks these three won’t want anything serious is beyond me. The signals are flashing brighter than the sun. Fear and doubt can make seeing difficult though, so I understand.
Brown eyes hook mine. “Belle. I don’t know how you do it.”
She knows what I mean. She smiles softly, looking cute with her sparkling eyes and sexy outfit. Belle’s style is more of a grab and go, anything goes and she manages to look like a million bucks.
I caress the palms of my hands over the glittery black mid-thigh dress that took me hours to decide on.
“It’s simple. Once we get going, their hands on me, their mouths doing wicked things…down there, it’s like magic. The audience fades to dull noise and it stops being about the show. It’s me with my men. I enjoy giving others pleasure and if I can help others find their balance in some way, how can I not explore that?”
She has a point.
She put a hand over my heart. “You should do the same.”
I smooth out a few stray strands of hair near her cheek and give her a quick hug. “Go with your men, sweetie. I’ll be fine. Promise.”
“It looks like tonight might hold something good for the both of us.”
My brows draw together when I pull back from her. “Why?”
She whispers like she wants to tell me the dirtiest of secrets. “Don’t look now but you have visitors coming your way. Now you seek out those bold new adventures and maybe lose that V card to a crew of handsome Bratva.”
“Belle,” I start.
She speaks over me. “Those pretty blues have given you away all week. Don’t lie. Plus, if you stare at them any harder those sapphires will shatter from the pressure.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I lie.
“The way you’re smoothing those hands over that dress says otherwise. I’ll call you in the morning.”
A teasing wink and Belle slips her hands from my shoulders and takes her lover’s. In a louder voice, she says, “Gentlemen, be careful with her.” With that, she moves away to do her thing with her three southern charmers.
Leaving me with my mouth hinged open. I dare a look over my shoulder and oh, shit.
“Vsegda,” husks the blonde one sending my back straight. My skin sizzles with heat from the caress of his voice over my senses.
Gregor Zakharov. Why do accents on men have to be so sexy? I have no idea what he said but it came across like a promise.
My eyes connect with his and the instant shock of energy is breathtaking.
Lev Pavlov is standing next to him. The raw hunger in their gazes doesn’t hurt my confidence but I still have to squelch the urge to hit the exit the closer they get.
It’s a hard-wired instinct and nearly impossible to fight against. When predators get too close, my senses hit high alert and these men ooze with intoxicating danger.
I know I should leave, but my feet have a different idea of how this moment should go.
I turn fully to face them, hook a slow smile on my lips dripping with a level of confidence I don’t feel. Club Sin is the one place I feel if I were to lose my virginity to a stranger this would be the place to do it.
But they are not strangers and tonight I’m tipsy enough to consider it.