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She storms past me, moving surprisingly fast in those heels. I’d be impressed if it weren’t for the fact that she’s heading for the exit.
Harrison goes after her, gently cupping her elbow, and I look up to see security already coming to get the drunk guy out of here. I nod to them and catch up with Ari and Harrison.
“Just come talk to us and we’ll explain everything,” Harrison says, veering her away from the exit and towards the outdoor area instead.
“Only because I think I deserve an explanation,” she says, shaking off his hand and marching through the door. We follow her through, and then I turn to lock it behind us.
She practically power-walks away from us, but that’s okay. We’re more than happy to chase her.
Chapter 14
Ari
The sound of their heavy footsteps tells me they’re hot on my heels, even though I have no idea where they’ve led me to or where I’m going.
I cut through an archway which leads to a secluded gazebo. I never would have guessed there was even a garden area out here, let alone one as gorgeous as this.
The gazebo is surrounded by fairy lights, with soft cushioned furnishings and a champagne cooler, along with three champagne glasses on a small table.
Okay… surely that’s just a coincidence, right?
I round on Harrison and Hunter.
“Did you plan this?” I ask, flicking my thumb over my shoulder, feeling foolish. “Was this all just some kind of elaborate joke? Make me believe someone was really interested in me, then confuse me by giving me multiple orgasms? Then, the cherry on top, you show up together. Was this all just a game?” My words come out in a rush. I got swept away dancing with them, a moment of weakness. What was I even thinking?
I start pacing, furious with myself.
“It wasn’t a game,” Harrison says, moving towards me.
“Excuse me if I don’t believe anything you say.”
I need to get out of here. I’ve already embarrassed myself enough for one night. I go to move past Harrison, but before I can take two steps, his hand comes up to my throat, causing me to gasp. He’s not hurting me, just showing me his dominance, and I hate that it turns me on.
What the hell is wrong with me?
He backs me up against a wall. No, not a wall, but a solid chest… Hunter. His hands grip my shoulders as Harrison pins me with his stare.
“I can fucking assure you, Ari, this has never been a joke.”
He moves closer until there’s barely a breath of air between us.
Hunter’s hands slide from my shoulders to my hips, holding me against him. His erection presses into my back, and my nipples stiffen at the realisation, my body’s reaction betraying me.
Because being sandwiched between the two of them is hot as fuck, but also overwhelming. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how they made me see literal stars.
I went back through so much of our chat history. More often than not, it was as though I was texting two different people. And then there’s the nicknames.
And I hate that I fell for it.
I fight off the urge to cry. I won’t give them the satisfaction. A lump forms in my throat, but I force it down.
“What do you want from me?” I ask. “To make me feel like I’m wanted? Desirable? Only to what, embarrass me? Because if that was your intent, you succeeded.”
I swear I feel Hunter growl behind me.
“No. We never wanted to embarrass you. And you are more than wanted. You’re fucking desired. We just didn’t want to admit it. Not even to ourselves,” Hunter says close to my ear.
I hate how my body always betrays me when I’m around these two men, even when I try to pretend otherwise. Because it always felt irrational, until they touched me.
