“I’m Max,” says the first, stepping forward.
I get my first good glimpse at him up close, andgood Godthis bar must attract the hottest males that London has to offer. He’s tall with golden blond hair that curls around his ears. He’s wearing thick-framed glasses and his light grey t-shirt is entirely too tight–showing off all the impressive muscles that contract and undulate as he runs a hand through his hair. He’s clad in distressed jeans that hug his sinfully muscular thighs. His eyes are a darker green shade, and his skin is the same shade as spun gold. When he smiles, the straight, white teeth are only further whitened by the black lights.
I purposely don’t introduce myself. The more people who don’t know my name, the better.
“This is my brother, Otto.”
My eyes flick to Otto, and it’s like I’m looking at a slimmer, more flirty version of Max. Where Max looks like a CEO, Otto seems like his golden retriever younger brother. Despite also being clean-shaven, his hair is shorter, and he’s wearing a blazer without a shirt, showcasing just how fit he is. Paired with the dark grey trousers… he’s exactly the kind of fuckboy I attempt to stay away from.
“Hi,” I tell them, waving awkwardly. I know my fifth drink isreallygoing to my head when I begin to envision what it would be like to dance with both of them–to be caught between bothhard bodies, to feel surrounded by their good looks despite being so different from each other. It’s almost dizzying.
“And this is our new friend, Lachlan,” Max adds, gesturing over his shoulder.
My eyes snap up to the dark-haired figure behind Otto–the same one who saved me from the glass just a few moments ago.
Fuck.I am indeed in trouble now.
Lachlan’s eyes penetrate mine as his lips tilt up into a cocky smirk. “And what’s your name, pet?”
I smirk and shake my head. “That information is earned.”
“That’s alright. I think I like my nickname better,” he purrs. “Dance with me.”
Before I can mull over his words, he pulls me closer and begins to dance with me. Gasping, my hands come up to his neck as his hands grip my hips firmly. Up close, his tattoos are mesmerizing–a honeycomb pattern affixed to every surface of skin up the back of his neck and behind his ears. He has several piercings dotted along his earlobes, and his eyes land on my face, taking in my septum piercing. His icy blue eyes hold me captive, and when they’re done perusing my face, he gives me a lopsided smile.
I’m so dizzy and lightheaded that I feel high, and one of my favorite songs begins to play just as Otto and Max dance on either side of me. I’m surrounded by hot men. It almost feels like a dream until I hear Quinn cackling from a few feet away.
“Alright, I’m going to let you enjoy this. Don’t leave without telling me.”
She’s gone before I can protest, but then Lachlan’s fingers are digging into my flesh, and Otto is pulling me back against his body as Max runs a hand behind my neck, lifting the hair from my sweaty neck and pressing his lips to the hot skin underneath my ear. I close my eyes, letting myself feel the sensation of beingpinned between not one guy, but three. Their hands are all over me–in a respectful way, that is–and we all move easily together.
I almost wish they weren’t being so respectful.
When the next song starts, I feel Otto pull me closer to his chest, and my mouth drops open when I feel the hardness at my lower back. Something about this–the noisy, busy bar, lost in a sea of people as the strobe lights make me feel like I’m dreaming–is highly erotic. Lachlan moves his thigh between my legs, and I throw my head back against Otto’s broad chest. Raising my arms above my head, I move against them–and the tiny bit of friction against Lachlan’s muscular thigh is enough for me to pull my lower lip between my teeth and moan.
Max runs his hands along my stomach, and I feel Otto move over so that they’re both behind me. I feel him wrap an arm around my waist, tugging me against his body as we undulate against the music. Every few seconds, my eyes lock with Lachlan’s, and he looks both turned on and cocky as fuck. The duality of seeing the way his eyes have grown dark, mixed with the way his smile is slightly lopsided… I let my head fall back against Otto’s chest as I sway my hips against him.
Max’s lips brush against my ear as he tugs me ever closer. “We’re just a few blocks away. Come home with us tonight?”
My body heats up at his words. I look up at Lachlan through hooded eyes, and he cocks his head.
“What do you say? We can continue the party at our flat… no pressure. Just dancing. Your friend can come, too.”
I glance behind them, only to see Quinn grinding against a tall, redheaded man. Lachlan takes my hand and backs up half a step, bringing my palm to his lips and kissing me gently.Holy hell.
“Come home with us.”
Us.
Plural.
I look over my shoulder at Max and Otto briefly. I’ve never been a one-night stand type of girl. Between university and my job, I just never had the time–and though the opportunity had presented itself a few times before, I’d never been tempted.
Until now.
Otto’s hand snakes around my waist. I inhale sharply as my nerves come to life and pleasure skitters down my spine at the contact.
“I can’t,” I whisper. “I’m starting a new job tomorrow, and I have to be up early.”
