Their eyes followed my gaze to Amiyah and Lena.
“I fuckin’ love a gorgeous ass BBW,” CJ spoke, looking at Amiyah like he wanted to eat her off the bone right then and there. Trust me, I felt the same exact way. Calil was laser-focused on Lena.
“She looks familiar,” he said jokingly with a smirk, acting as if he was trying to place her face. Calil had been trying to get Lena’s attention since he met her at Mav’s wedding, and she’s been paying him as little attention as possible since.
Knox made his way over, and pleasantries were exchanged. Amiyah was flirting with Knox, and my gut tightened because who the fuck did she think she was playing with?
Her dimples flashed, quick, almost nervous, but her eyesstayed locked on mine. And I swear to God I wanted to pull her right out of that booth, bend her over the damn table, and see if her moans matched the sweetness of her laugh.
Knox suggested we join Amiyah and Lena at their booth, and it was the perfect time to see how needy Amiyah was for us. Lena made a joke to ease the tension; CJ wandered off to greet an old friend; Calil leaned into his own conversation with Lena, his curiosity driving his desire to talk. Which left the three of us—me, Calla, and Amiyah—trapped in a triangle no one could ignore.
Calla leaned back, sipping her wine with a smirk playing at her lips. “Amiyah, you look… radiant tonight.”
Her compliment hung in the air, heavier than it had any right to. Amiyah blushed, glancing down, then back up, and for the first time, I caught it—the spark. The unspoken curiosity in the way her gaze lingered on Calla’s mouth, then darted back to mine.
Heat licked through me, so sharp it was almost unbearable. They saw each other, too. Not just me.
Calla set her glass down, her hand sliding over my thigh beneath the table like she owned me, like she was daring me to do something about it. I clenched my jaw, every muscle tight, my body split between wanting to dominate Amiyah right there and needing Calla’s brand of control.
Amiyah’s laugh floated up again, soft, unguarded. It was the sound of possibility, and it set my teeth on edge with need.
By the time the waiter came with drinks, the tension was so thick I could taste it. I couldn’t stop staring at Amiyah, couldn’t stop imagining her tangled between us, couldn’t stop feeling the press of Calla’s hand reminding me thatthe possibility wasn’t just in my head, it was already in play.
The waiter left, and silence fell for a beat too long. Not uncomfortable, charged.
Amiyah’s glass trembled slightly in her hand as she took a sip, her eyes darting from me to Calla and back again. She wasn’t oblivious. She felt it, the same invisible rope pulling all three of us tighter together.
Calla made small talk with Amiyah, asking about her career and experience. It was pleasant but not too personal; I wanted shit personal.
“You ever find it difficult,” I asked, tone casual but layered, “to keep the line between professional and… personal?”
“Every damn day,” she answered confidently.
Calla challenged Amiyah’s boldness, causing Amiyah’s body to blush as she mentioned Black’s cookout this weekend.
Her gaze snapped to me, wide, dark, curious. And there it was again, the flicker. The one that made my dick swell against my slacks, the one that told me she wasn’t just flustered. She was interested.
“You look incredible tonight,” I added, unable to hold it back any longer.
Her lips parted like she didn’t know what to say. She finally whispered, “Thank you,” but the way her body shifted told me her thighs were clinching together under the table, telling me everything else I needed to know.
Calla smirked, reading her as easily as she read me. She shifted closer, her hand brushing Amiyah’s again intentionally, her perfume spilling between us. “James is right. You’re stunning. It’s… distracting.”
The air went molten. Amiyah’s cheeks flushed, her fingers fidgeting with her glass stem. She looked like she was caught between running and leaning in closer, and God help me, both possibilities made my blood run hot.
“You two…” she started, shaking her head like she could dismiss it, but her voice betrayed her, soft and breathless. “…y’all are trouble.”
Calla chuckled, low and knowing. “Sweetheart, you don’t know the half of it.”
Her hand squeezed my thigh under the table again, hard enough to make me bite back a groan. Amiyah’s eyes flicked down at the sound, then back up, lingering on my mouth.
Every beat of the music seemed to pulse in time with the aching in my slacks, the fantasy Calla had planted earlier replaying in my head—Amiyah bent between us, Calla’s whip at my back, my hands gripping Amiyah’s waist.
And from the way she looked at us, trembling and curious and hot, I knew it wasn’t just a fantasy anymore. It was already happening.
Lena laughed at something Calil said, then slipped out of the booth. “We’re gonna hit the bar, get another round,” she announced, winking at Amiyah. Calil followed, already flagging down the bartender across the room.
And just like that, it was the three of us.
