Page 66 of Repluse

Our bar manager, Kerry, is in front of me the instant we hit it.

“Good to see you guys. What can I get you?” she asks, smiling between the three of us.

“I’ll have a Blanton’s please,” I tell her.

“Macallan, please, on the rocks,” Sam requests.

“Gin and tonic, please. Malfy, blood orange if you’ve got it, no lime.” Mila needs no prompting to add her order.

“Got it. Would you like a slice of dried orange instead?” Kerry asks her.

“Yes, please,” Mila replies, and I feel an infinitesimal amount of the tension leave her given Kerry’s friendly exchange. I make a mental note to tip her later.

Sam moves so he’s leaning against the bar on one side, with Mila in the middle, and me on the other. I’m surprised when she turns, rests her elbows against the bar top, leans back into them, and faces the room.

“They wanna stare. May as well let them get their fill,” she states and looks out across the room while our drinks are being prepared. When Kerry lines them up on the bar, I take Mila’s and hand it to her.

“You think they’ve had enough?” she asks without looking at us.

“Doubt it,” I say.

“We’ve never walked in with a woman. Everyone’s gonna be staring all night.”

Finally turning her back to the room, she looks between us. “You’ve never walked in here with a woman?”

“Nope,” we reply in unison.

“If anyone’s ever caught our eye, we’ve come down onto the floor to talk to them, but then we carry on the conversation or whatever else privately. We don’t take part in what goes on down here,” Sam explains.

“Does it happen often, someone catching your eye?”

“In the beginning, it happened a few times for me. Maybe once or twice for Sam.”

“Unless it’s you with Frankie, I don’t like to watch someone I’m interested in getting fucked by someone else.”

His comment makes my balls tighten, and I watch as Mila’s eyes flutter closed.

“When he fucks you, I feel it like it’s me fucking you—fucking both of you,” he adds as she sips on her drink.

Her eyes open and she looks between us. “I think that might be my thing, watching other people fuck. I like watching you two. That turns me on, and when I watch porn, especially if it’s a threesome, I like…”

“Jesus, Mils, you’re giving me a boner at the bar in my own club. Can you wait till we’re alone at least?” Sam whispers on a grin.

“Sorry. I’m just nervously excited, and it’s making me horny,” she admits.

“Telling us your horny isn’t helping one little bit,” I tell her.

“Sorry. Can we go and eat? I’m starving. If my belly’s full, it might calm my nerves.”

“Something’s gonna be full in a minute,” Sam warns.

“Or empty,” I add.

We grab a hand each and move her towards the lift that’ll take us up to the restaurant.

CHAPTER 19

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