The little minx waves off the last bit without care as Lala rights herself, her breaths still shallow, cheeks an enticing shade of pink. The satiated, wicked glimmer in those silvery orbs isn’t lost on me, either. “Care for a private encore?”
An encore?
“You can’t be serious?” I seethe, though my cock very much likes that idea. “Did you not hear the part where I said you guys can’t?—”
“She doesn’t meanhere,” Suki explains, and when I flick my stare her way, she smirks salaciously. “Here wouldn’t be very private now, would it?”
That’swhen the lightbulb goes off. Every drop of blood in my veins suddenly heats with wild desire, visions I have no business thinking about sprinting to the forefront of my mind. “What exactly makes you think I’d be interested?”
Both women exchange a look, a long one at that, before succumbing to a fit of laughter. If they hadn’t drawn attention our way yet, they surely did now.
“Is grass green?” Suki parrots my words. “And that’s assuming, of course, that you’re freely available for an encore. If you’re not, forget she mentioned anything.”
Freely available—as in single.
I am,have beenfor a few years after my whore of an ex cheated on me with the man I considered my best friend, but that doesn’t mean shit.
“To be clear, I’m not agreeing, but just for shits and giggles—how would this even work?”
Lala arches a perfectly manicured brow. “What do you mean?”
“I’mfreely available, but by the looks of it, you two are very much not.”
“We’re not, you’re right,” Suki concedes. “But we like to play with others from time to time. Is that a problem?”
“No, I’m just curious. My past experiences have been only with unattached women.”
Veryunattached women, most of them strangers with a one-night expiration date.
Suki knocks back the remainder of her drink and slides the glass my way. “It’s simple, really. Wear protection, no means no, and if she drops the safe word, you stop.”
“What’s the safe word?”
“Tonight’s is flamingo.”
“Flamingo?” I laugh questioningly as Suki hooks a thumb at her girlfriend.
Lala shrugs noncommittally and drains her glass as well. “First thing that came to mind. Be glad it’s not one of our old ones like beaver or gooseberries.”
I don’t even wanna know…
I glance between both women, trying to find a hitch in their playful demeanor. “There has to be a catch.”
“There’s not, I can assure you. And frankly, you look like you need to blow off some steam, Grumpmeiser,” Suki coos, jerking my head backward.
“Grumpmeiser?”
“One of the many names we gave you since walking in,” Lala clarifies. “So is that a yes?”
My cock screams as much. I mean, their rules are no brainers. Any man with common sense—and a shred of decency—would know this. And despite the fact I wasn’t too keen on them taking up space in my bar, I can’t deny how utterly attracted I am to them. They’re right, too. Idoneed to blow off some steam… But this is fucking crazy?
Is it really, though?
Turning the face of my watch toward me, I take note of the time. “I don’t close for another hour and a half.”
The girls exchange another look before Suki hits me with a bob of her shoulders. “We’re not in a rush. Fair warning, though, our place is about thirty minutes from here.”
“Then it’s lucky for you I live upstairs.” I grin. “Shall I get you two a refill?”
