Slade(26)

Slade tilts his head while wiping his hands down the front of his wet body. He’s looking at me with a cocky grin that makes my legs go weak. “Does that make you wet?” He steps closer to me and without grabbing me, rubs his lip over my ear. “Does it make you think about . . . fucking?”

I nod my head and exhale. Holy hell, he smells so damn good. The sweat is only making it more tempting for me to run my tongue over his every muscle and taste him on my tongue. “Mmm . . . very much.”

He stands up straight, sucks in his bottom lip and then turns to Hemy. “Dude, get your fucking ass over here.”

Wait. What is he doing?

Hemy grabs his shirt and wipes it over his chest before running over to stand in front of us. He’s even sexier up close. Full lips with a piercing off to the side, amber eyes and a sexy smile. “What’s up?” He looks over at me and a dark look takes over his eyes. It’s a sexy, mysterious look that says he wants to ravish me. Maybe he really is into sex more than Slade. That’s hard to believe.

Slade notices me staring at Hemy and growls. “You better fucking enjoy this.” He looks to Hemy and gives him a hard look. “Don’t get any fucking ideas, man.”

Hemy nods his head confused. Hell, I’m confused.

Next thing I know, Slade steps up to Hemy, grips his hair and presses his lips against his. I watch as their lips move in sync with each other’s. Slade even makes sure to use his tongue a little just to give me a show.

Hot damn! This is so fucking sexy. Instant wetness.

Slade pulls away from the kiss and grabs for my hand. Before I know what he’s about to do with it, he presses it to Hemy’s rock hard dick. It feels so thick in my hand and I somehow forget how to breathe. “See what my tongue does to people?” He presses my hand harder against Hemy’s erection and starts moving it up and down his thin pants. That’s when I notice he must have a couple piercings down there as well. It makes my heart beat faster at the thought. “This is what I do to people,” he growls.

I pull my hand away while fighting to catch my breath. I am so turned on right now that I can barely stand it. I’m heated to the core and I feel that if my thighs rub together that I will have an orgasm right here in front of everyone.

That was sexier than I expected. Why did seeing Slade kiss another guy only make me want him more? Is it because I know he did it for me or because he wants to fuck me that bad? Crap, I was not expecting this.

Hemy looks at me and takes a step closer. I can’t help but to look down at his erection. I can’t believe that Slade put my hand on his dick. I’m so embarrassed and turned on at the same time.

Slade puts his arm across Hemy’s chest and stops him from getting any closer. “You can go now,” he growls.

Hemy gives me one last look, smirks and walks away.

I look Slade in the eyes as he places his hand behind my neck and yanks me to him. His other hand slithers down the front of my body and stops on the inside of my thigh. “I’m not even touching your pussy and I can feel the wetness on your thighs.” He bites his bottom lip and leans into my ear. “Be ready for me to take care of this later.”

Then he turns and walks away. He seriously just walked away.

“Kayla,” I growl out as she smiles at me. “Don’t say a fucking word. I will strangle you right now.”

Kayla throws her arms up and backs away from me as she watches Hemy from across the room. “You’re so fucking lucky,” she breathes. “That was so damn hot.”

Yeah, lucky fucking me.

Both of the men have gone back to their screaming fans, giving us all a show. A dirty, erotic, breathtaking show.

Maybe coming here was a bad idea. Yeah. Definitely a bad idea.





Chapter Ten

Slade





The frustration is slowly building. It’s been four days since I’ve had sex and after watching Aspen give me heated looks from across the room, I decide it’s time to get her in on a little action; show her what I can do. I can’t take her shit anymore. This is a fucking record for me and I need to release this shit and fucking soon. She wants me and we both know it. I just need to prove that I know it.

I walk over to her and place my hands on her hips, running my hands up her curves as her friend watches me with a huge grin. Even her friend can see what my touch does to her. She’s eyeing us up, giving Aspen the nod; the one that says she’s about to sit back and watch; her own private show.

Backing her up, I nod my head to Hemy and he kicks the chair that’s sitting behind Aspen closer to us. He already knows what I plan to do. I’ll have to remember to thank him for looking out for me later.