Page 24 of Valentine Masquerade
“Easy. Our girlfriend is here, and believe me, you do not want to see her jealous.”
Hunter smirks as he lifts his whiskey to his lips.
Although Ari may think she hates us, she does indeed have a jealous streak, even if it’s misguided as hate.
The girl glances back at her friends, who immediately set their sights elsewhere.
“Gold-diggers,” Hunter mutters.
I mean, he’s not wrong. There are always a few who manage to snag entry. Not that we mind, as long as the bouncers do their jobs. It’s what we pay them for, after all.
I wonder what Ari will say if she finds out we’re the ones who came up with the Mayfair Masquerade—and it’s all because of her.
We were looking to invest in the club scene, so this was a win-win: seasonal masquerades and an exclusive club too.
Glancing at my watch, I sigh and take a swig of my whiskey. We have another hour, but honestly, I’m not sure I can wait that long.
“Yeah, I know, man, but we wanted her to let loose and have some fun before we make our move.” As usual, his thoughts are in sync with mine.
So we move to a small table and watch.
Some guy approaches her, and I instantly tense, stepping forward, but Hunter grabs my shoulder.
“No. Wait and watch.”
She’s shaking her head and smiling at the guy, who holds his hands up and then backs away.
“She’s meeting us, remember? She’s not interested in anyone else.”
I arch a brow, because she was sure interested in us. Part of me wonders if, deep down, she has any inkling that her ‘mystery man’ is us. I guess we’ll find out soon enough.
My entire body tensed as another guy approached, and that’s how it goes for the next hour: people hitting on her, and each time she politely knocks them back. Only one guy doesn’t takeno for an answer, and that’s when Abigail stepped in and grabs him by the balls. He soon gets the picture.
We have cameras watching her. They know to call for security if needed, and we could be up there watching her on screen, but we wanted to be close, just in case we need to step in.
I study her as it gets closer to revealing it’s been us who’ve been texting her all along. What if she doesn’t want us—want me—after everything unfolds?
It’s a fear I have even though the way her body reacted to us says otherwise. There’s something between us. All we need to do is show her, maybe give her enough orgasms until she fully submits.
Fuck, thinking of her submission, her on her knees while I fuck her throat and Hunter fucks her pussy, does things to me that I can’t even articulate.
Him painting her pussy white while she swallows everything I have to give. And it will be a lot, especially the first time. But she’ll take us like a good girl, even if she doesn’t know it yet.
Being free to openly enjoy her and treat her the way she deserves—not just in public, but in the bedroom too—and do not even get me fucking started on those freckles. I want to count each and every one of them as I pepper her with long-overdue kisses.
“Paper, scissors, rock?” Hunter asks.
I nod. “Best out of three?” I reply.
He shakes his head. “Nope.”
And yet it takes three goes before he pulls scissors, and I pull rock.
“Fuck. Looks like you’re up first.”
I down the remainder of my whiskey and make my way over to where Ari is dancing with Abi and the girl with the bright pink hair.
Ari has her back to me, and I step up behind her, gripping her by the hips. Everyone else she’s pushed away, and I expect the same reaction, but as she leans to the side to look over her shoulder and she sees my mask, a soft rush of air escapes her lips.
