Page 18 of Kink in the Road
I owned precisely two dresses—one I wore to weddings and the other funerals. And neither were fit for the purpose I had in mind.
“Damn.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose, hating that on the night I most wanted to be sexy I had zero outfits to wear.
“This is pathetic.” I threw some old jeans at the wall and plopped on the end of my bed, groaning as I ran my hands through my hair repeatedly. “They want me as I am. Which means they should be happy to take me as I am every day.”
I lifted my head to see my old coveralls hanging off the back of my wardrobe door. They were more than a decade old, and I rarely wore them as they were far too tight to allow me to maneuver freely in the workshop.
They zipped at the front, and I felt confident wearing them—and when I wore a particular set of underwear underneath, surprisingly sexy.
“Fuck it,” I muttered, pushing off the bed and reaching for the coveralls. “I can only be me.”
Dressed from top to toe in an outfit that made me feel powerful, sexy and confident, I locked up my house and returned to the pub. Pushing through the door, I stood in the middle of the nearly empty room and immediately located the two men I most wanted in the world. They stood conversing behind the bar, cleaning up. Upon seeing me, they both stopped what they were doing and straightened.
Ignoring the few remaining stragglers, I strode across to the bar and slid up on my favorite bar stool, watching as they made their way over to me.
My heart pounded in my chest, my belly a riot of nerves.
“You okay, Ry?” Aiden asked, his gaze sweeping over me. “You disappeared.”
“I went home to change,” I said, ignoring my breathy tone.
Breathe, Riley. You have this.
“Ah.” He flicked his dishcloth over his shoulder and leaned into the bar. “Any particular reason why?”
Summoning all my courage, I leaned in, waiting to speak until Finn moved closer to hear my response.
“To fulfill a fantasy.”
Their jaws locked tight, their eyes blazing with heat and promise.
Finn’s hands clenched and unclenched where they rested on the bar top, like he’s trying to restrain himself. Aiden physically rocked back, crossing his arms over his chest, his tattoos flexing as his biceps pulsed.
I hid a smile at, relaxing slightly at their reaction.
“And that might be?” Finn prompted.
“Watching both of you strip me naked.”
They were both silent for a long beat—so long I began to doubt myself. Then Aiden reached under the bar and pulled out the giant bell.
Ringing it twice, he turned to the room at large.
“Everyone out!” he shouted. “We’re closed!”
Relief hit me hard, and I became grateful for the bar stool under my butt as my legs turned to jelly.
The remaining patrons lifted their heads, grumbling. Hands moved to wallets, and the stragglers began moving to the bar to close their tabs.
“On the house!” Finn hollered. “Just get the fuck out!”
Cheering, the customers left quickly as Aiden and Finn ushered them like two-legged sheep dogs toward the door.
Heat pooled in my abdomen while a pleasurable throbbing beat set my blood alight.
They want me.
