MasukI shouldn’t have let Abraham pick the bar.He always chose the ones with low lights and sticky floors and the kind of music that made it easy to lean in close when you talked. This place was no different—dark wood, neon behind the bottles, the low thrum of bass that vibrated through the soles of my shoes. We’d clocked out an hour ago, ties loosened, sleeves rolled up, the usual post-shift ritual of pretending we weren’t still thinking about the office while we tried to find someone to take home.Abraham sat beside me at the bar, one boot hooked on the rail, whiskey neat in front of him. He looked like he always did after work—broad shoulders filling out the white shirt, dark hair a little messy from running his hands through it, that easy half-smile that made people trust him too fast. I’d known him since college. Roommate. Best friend. The guy who crashed on my couch after breakups and knew exactly how I took my coffee. The guy whose laugh I could pick out in a crowded room without l
We stayed like that for a long time.Cole’s arm was heavy across both of us. Ariana’s leg remained hooked over mine. The air in the guest room had gone thick with the smell of sex and sweat and the faint sweetness of whatever we’d been drinking earlier. Outside, the party still thudded on, but it felt like it belonged to a different world. In here there was only the slow rise and fall of three chests and the occasional brush of skin against skin.I thought I might drift off. My body was heavy, thoroughly used, the kind of ache that lived deep in the muscles of my thighs and the base of my spine. Then Cole’s fingers moved.They had been resting low on my stomach. Now they drifted lower, tracing through the sticky mess he’d left on me, then lower still until the pads of two fingers found my cunt and stroked once, gently, through the slick folds. I made a soft sound. Not quite a moan. More like a sigh that had teeth.Ariana turned her head on the pillow and watched. “Already?”“She’s sti
Cole didn’t give us long to catch our breath. He was already hard again by the time he reached for us, cock thick and flushed against his stomach. The sight of it—still shiny from us, already ready—made my spent body tighten with fresh want. Ariana noticed too. She rolled onto her side and wrapped her fingers around him, stroking slowly while she looked up at his face. “Insatiable,” she murmured. “You two started it,” he said. His voice had gone rougher. “Now finish it.” He hooked a hand behind my knee and dragged me to the edge of the bed. Ariana followed without being asked, crawling after me until we were both on our backs again, thighs open, the earlier mess of sweat and come still streaking our skin. Cole stood between my legs first. He rubbed the head of his cock through my folds, collecting the wetness there, then pushed in with one long, smooth thrust that forced a broken sound out of my throat. I was still sensitive. Every inch of him dragged over nerves that hadn’t fully
We found an unlocked door at the end of the hall.Cole pushed it open, checked inside with a quick glance, then pulled us through and shut it behind us. A guest bedroom—dim, the only light coming from a small lamp on the nightstand and the glow of the moon through half-open blinds. The bass from the party still thumped faintly through the walls, but it felt far away now. Private.The second the door clicked shut, Ariana was on me.She kissed me hard, hands in my hair, body pressing mine back against the wood. I made a soft, startled sound into her mouth and then kissed her back just as hungry. We’d never done this—not really. Talked about it, joked about it, touched just enough to blur the line, but never crossed it completely. Now her tongue was in my mouth and her thigh was sliding between mine and I could taste the sweet pink drink on her lips.Cole watched for a few seconds. Then he stepped in close behind Ariana, hands settling on her hips, mouth brushing the side of her neck.“D
He didn’t hesitate.The stranger cut through the crowd like it parted for him, eyes locked on us the whole way. Up close he was even better—tall enough that I had to tilt my head, dark eyes that didn’t bother pretending they weren’t looking exactly where they wanted. The black shirt stretched across his chest and shoulders in a way that made my mouth go dry. He stopped in front of the couch, close enough that the heat of him reached us over the music.“You two look like you’re having more fun than the rest of the room,” he said. Voice low, a little rough, the kind that made the words feel private even in a crowded house.Ariana’s hand was still high on my thigh. She didn’t move it. If anything, her fingers pressed a little firmer, like she was making a point.“We were just talking,” she said, all sweetness and sin. “About bad decisions.”His gaze flicked to her hand, then to the flush I could feel climbing my chest, then back to my face. “That right?”I somehow found my voice. “Someth
I shouldn’t have worn the dress.It was Ariana’s idea—short, black, with a neckline that dipped low enough to make my mother clutch her pearls if she ever saw it. The kind of thing that clung when you moved and rode up if you sat wrong. I tugged at the hem for the tenth time as we walked up the front steps of the house, music already thumping through the walls.“Stop fidgeting,” Ariana said, looping her arm through mine. Her own dress was worse. Red. Tight. The kind that made every guy we passed do a double-take. “You look hot. Own it.”“I look like I’m trying too hard.”“You look like you’re trying exactly the right amount.” She leaned in close, lips brushing my ear. “And if you keep pulling at that hem I’m going to start thinking you want someone to notice what’s underneath.”I shot her a look. She just grinned, that wicked little smile she always got when she was in the mood to stir shit. Best friends since freshman year of college, and she still knew exactly how to get under my sk







