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“We know that it will work for us, but you seem to only want to talk about why it wouldn't work for you. If this isn't something that you want, just say that. You don't have to keep making excuses.” Pyro’s voice is softer than it had been before, he seems genuinely hurt that I haven't just jumped at the idea of trying to juggle a relationship with the three of them.
“It's not that, it's just–I leave tomorrow. It would never be more than tonight. Is that something y’all can live with?”
Who am I trying to convince, him or myself?
“You have already been told that it would never be just tonight, but if that's what you need to tell yourself so that you leave tomorrow then that's on you. Take that up with your conscience, or whatever gods you believe in.” Bell’s voice is serious, his eyes still telling me that he wants to lay me out on this bar top.
Honestly, if there weren't people in here then I would let him.
Something on my face must tell him that because he adjusts his pants and steps even closer to me, pushing his way between my legs causing each one to touch the guys beside me. For half a second Pyro looks like he is going to lift his hand off the bar top and put it on the inside of my thigh but after a split second, he relaxes it back down.
“We should get out of here,” Scar whispers and moves to stand up, Pyro follows his movements and I start to sweat. It's a good sweat but still, if I leave here with the three of them, I know exactly what is going to happen.
I am not scared of what it means for tonight–alright, maybe I am a little scared–but what if they are right and this makes it harder to leave and not easier?
No, Finley. Stop thinking about it like that. You know that Tough was right when he brought up how the guys are with women. If these three wanted to settle down, they would have already. It's not like they are young, and if they wanted to have an Ol’ lady they would by now. This will be one fucking crazy night and then I will be away at school, and they will move on with one of the club whores that they have at their beck and call.
The longer they look at me like this, the less I care about anything after tonight. I can deal with all of that tomorrow.
“Fine. Where are we going?” I turn toward Scar and motion for him to lead the way. If he is suggesting that we leave the bar, then he already has a plan.
“My room here at the clubhouse,” the room is still mostly empty, thankfully. The party won't truly start for several hours so most of the brothers aren't here. My father hasn't even made it back to the compound yet, which is probably for the best, as it sits people might talk about us leaving this room together.
Me sitting on the bar in front of them or even their hands on me aren’t uncommon for the clubhouse. Most people would be surprised at how touchy the guys are with all the women around here. We are like a huge family, it might be full of murderers and psychopaths, but it's normal for arms to be slung over our shoulders and hugs to be given freely. If anyone told my father that they saw Scar's hand on my hip he wouldn't think much of it, but I don't think he would overlook me leaving the bar with all three of them and not have some questions.
The smart thing would have been to let them leave the bar and then follow out after, but I think that I am letting my pussy make the decisions at this point. If I was listening to my head, I would turn back around and get another drink. If I was listening to my heart, I would realize that this is a terrible idea that is going to end in me pining over three men that I cannot have.
Only, I am not listening to my heart or my head, which is exactly why I follow Scar out of the bar and down the hall. Pyro and Bell are snickering about something behind me, but my body is already starting to vibrate with anticipation, and I can't pay attention to anything except the way that Scar's jeans pull tight around his ass when he walks.
Scar’s room is big. The bed sits right in the middle, not just the middle of the wall, but the middle of the room. The headboard is short, and on the wall behind it, there are two doors. I don't know which one is the bathroom or the closet, but it doesn't matter. Most of the walls are matte black, but the one that has the doors on it is a jade green color. It smells like coffee in here and it makes me want to pull him close and see if he smells like coffee too, when I look back at him after checking out the room, he is facing me. He is only about 5’ 9” but he towers over me, his blond hair is short and combed back perfectly, his blue eyes seem to glow in the low lighting, and I don't understand it, but they have me breathing heavily.
He stalks toward me like a man possessed, his fingers dancing at his sides as if he is trying to decide what part of me he is going to touch first. My feet move backward of their own volition, but I only make it a step before I run into the brick wall of a man behind me. Scar might be the shortest of the three of them, but Pyro is the widest. Both of his hands go to my hips, and he keeps me from moving any farther away from Scar.
“You followed us here, this is what you want. Right?”
“Well technically I followed YOU in here, they followed me.” Scar didn't even change his face at my smart-ass remark, but it affects Pyro.
“You should control that smart mouth in the bedroom, or I’m going to put something in it.” His mouth is so close that I can feel his breath roll down my neck. He chuckles at the shiver that runs through me, and I press my thighs together to try and relieve the ache between my legs.
“What makes you think I won't bite it?” My comment is directed at Pyro, but Bell is the one that answers me.
“Use your teeth all you want Darlin, just don't draw blood.” He circles us and sits on the end of the bed, the power pose that he takes makes my mouth water. He leans back, on one hand, his legs spread wide, one of them stretched out, his other hand resting on his thigh right below his visibly hardening cock. You would think that someone as tall as him would look uncomfortable sitting on a bed that is that close to the floor, but he makes it look graceful, his amber eyes look closer to brown in this light and his curly hair is all messed up. I guess he ran his hands through it at some point and I missed it.
Scar steps forward again, without me being able to move he is right in front of me. His face softens and he raises a hand to my cheek.
“Tell me this is what you want. Tell me that you are going to let the three of us strip you down and spend the next several hours worshiping every inch of your body. Tell me that you are not going to change your mind and I will have to spend the rest of my life chasing the high that I know your body is going to give me. Say yes. Choose us, now and in the morning.”
“Yes.”
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The words are out of my mouth before I have even thought about them. I know I can change my answer and they would step back and let me leave the room, but if I'm being honest with myself, I don't want to.
I have wanted these men since before I turned 18. I have spent more than one night hoping that their flirting would turn into one–or more–of them showing up at my door here at the clubhouse. There is no way that I can go back now, if this blows up in our faces then at least I will have a memory of this night.
How many orgasms can a girl have in one night before she passes out?
