Blessed

"Fuck," he groans, more to himself than to me, and then I feel his cock spasming violently inside my pussy. A second later, he starts gushing his warm seed into me, the ropes of muscles in his arms and chest bulging against his skin as pleasure takes over him. "Oh, fuck," he repeats, his cock giving its final spasms inside of me, strands of cum dripping out of me and pooling on the couch underneath my body.

Pulling his cock out of me, Sloane sits up on the couch, his head thrown back against the headrest as he tries to catch his breath. I sit up by his side and reach for his hand, gently squeezing it in mine. I look into his eyes, and what I see forces me to turn my thoughts into words.

"You felt it too," I whisper, pursing my lips as my heart calms down.

"Yeah," he admits in a low, sorrowful tone.

As good as this was, sex without Drake simply isn’t the same; I know it, and he knows it. We’ve become three matching pieces and, now that one has gone rogue, we’re like an incomplete puzzle.

"Fuck this," Sloane says suddenly, going up to his feet and pulling his pants up. "Let’s get out of here. I know what we need right now."

I look at him and run my tongue between my lips, having no idea what could possibly make things better. It’s not like we can stroll into Drake’s office and force him to become the person we want (need) him to be.

"And what’s that?" I ask him, and his response makes my heart skip a beat. He grins and offers me his hand.

"I know a place where we can forget about all this fucking bullshit," he tells me.

"Where?" I ask, but I already know the answer before he even opens up his mouth. There’s only one place we can go to right now.

"We’re going to Python."

Natalie

"What the hell happened to Python?" I ask Sloane, looking at the cavernous main room we just stepped into. There are hundreds of people lounging there, drinks in their hands, and there’s a cheery atmosphere to the place. On the stage, three guys are dancing around a woman sitting on a chair, a crown propped up on her forehead; there’s a bachelorette party going on.

But that’s normal. Python has always been a crazy place where anything can happen. I’ve never been a regular, I just visited once or twice, but the first thing you noticed when you walked in was that Python was a place where you had to leave all taboo and prejudice at the door. That remains the same, but the place is completely different.

To start with, it’s not even in the same building. And while the old Python was just one floor, this one seems to have taken over a whole building, like some office tower, except instead of having floors packed with pencil pushers, they’re packed with horny women.

"The owner, Austin, got married," Drake tells me offhandedly, his eyes wandering over the place as he tries to look for an empty booth—not an easy task.

"So?"

"He married Destiny, the one with the club on Broadway. They decided to expand, I guess, and they kicked it up a notch."

"Yeah, that’s for sure," I whisper, looking around the place completely in awe. Jesus, this place is like heaven on Earth. The old Python was completely amazing, but the new one just blows it out of the water.

"Sloane!" I hear a voice cry out, and I turn on my heels to see a man in a tailored Armani walk toward us. He’s a few inches taller than Sloane, and he looks as ripped as my stepbrother. And these eyes… Jesus, just looking at him makes my insides clench up.

"Austin!" My brother greets him and shakes his hand, clapping his arm. Austin? The owner? "It’s been a long time, man."

"Yeah, too long. And this is…?" Austin asks, turning to me.

"She’s my… uh, she’s my sister. Well, stepsister. We’re not blood related, you know?" Sloane stammers, but Austin just smiles at that.

"I see. Nice to meet you," he shakes my hand, and then winks. "Remember, you’re at home in Python. Real life problems stay at the door. Here, let me hook you up with a decent place."

He leads us to a secluded place in the room, a luxury booth in the VIP area. Austin explains to us that Python doesn’t really have a VIP area, everyone is a VIP in here, but he reserves these booths for personal friends.

"Have fun," he says with a wink, and then disappears back into the crowd. But not before whispering something into Sloane’s ear.

"You didn’t tell me that you knew him," I whisper at him as a waiter comes to grab our order. Sloane simply shrugs.

"I met him through Drake. They’re good friends, and Austin’s a cool guy."

"What was he telling you just now?" I ask him, curiosity getting the best of me.

"Well… I called him before we came here. He was just telling me that everything’s ready," he flashes me his grin, and I feel my heart tightening up inside my chest. A surprise? At Python? Oh, God. "If you feel up to it, of course."