Page 43 of Raising Hell: MMF Edition

I wonder if they think I hired escorts.

Oh, my god.

It totally looks like I hired escorts.

Because there’s no other plausible way that these two stunning…

“Ruby.” Amon’s voice carries his usual demanding authority as I crane my neck to meet his onyx eyes. His lips bulge out as he rolls his tongue along his teeth inside his mouth, the tiniest lift to his brow as he stares down at me.

I sigh when I realize he’s expecting a reply. “Yes, Amon?”

He grips my chin and leans in, his lip pulling up just far enough to show me the very tips of his teeth. “I’m going to need you to stop now.”

My throat bobs as I swallow. “Stop what?”

That hand moves down to my neck and I’m dizzy as he leans even closer. “So much sass underneath that sweet face,” he murmurs, his thumb scraping back and forth over my windpipe. He tugs me forward, squeezing just enough to strain my breath into a rasp. “Stop thinking you’re anything less than perfect.”

Cas reprimands me with a click of his tongue. Sandwiching me between them, he runs his hand through my hair and turns my face towards him. My eyes wander to the line where people still stare, but he tightens his grip with a low growl. “Don’t look at them. Look at us.”

“They’re staring,” I whisper, and he gives me a sweet smile before he presses a soft kiss to my lips.

“Let them.” He guides my face back to Amon, whose kiss is more aggressive, and this time, I’m positive there’s a chorus of scandalized gasps.

Pearl clutching in the club line… now that’s ripe.

“Tell me what you are,” Amon demands. When I don’t answer, his lip twitches in that sexy snarl again. “Tell me you’re perfect.”

My knees are noodles as I whisper, “I’m perfect.”

“Damn straight,” Cas says, giving a cheeky slap to my ass and holding tight. “Now that we’ve settled that, it’s time to get inside and show off our girl.”

“Let’s do this.” Amon slides his hand to my other ass cheek as they whisk me towards the door. Nerves take flight in my gut as we approach the bouncer, a broad man with black sunglasses on despite the darkness.

“Sweet shades, dude!” Cas says with a wide, genuine grin.

The giant man arches his eyebrow above the rim of his glasses. He is Cas’s height, which means Amon still towers over him, but this guy’s chest is a barrel, shoulders so broad he looks like he could take out a brick wall, wrecking ball style. Cas only continues smiling at him until it becomes uncomfortable.

“Thanks?” he finally says. It’s definitely a question.

Cas doesn’t answer, just pulls out a pair ofidenticalsunglasses and slides them on. With that, he steps up to the barrier, patiently waiting.

The poor guy is so perplexed he doesn’t argue, shaking his head a few times before unhooking the rope and allowing us to enter. Once we’re through, Cas turns around and hands himyet another pairof the same sunglasses. “As a backup,” he explains, then walks away, leaving a dense air of confusion behind him.

Honestly, it’s on point for him.

“Go,” I hiss to Amon, whose bewildered expression mirrors mine. He nods, staring at the bouncer who holds the sunglasses, face blank like his mind just exploded. Amon snaps out of it when I nudge him, and we hurry away from the lobotomy behind us, chasing after Cas into the pulsing lights and blaring music of the club.

“What’s the plan?” I ask. Amon leans closer as Cas takes his place beside me again, shades in place. Now that we’re here, I’m unsure of our purpose. “I’ve never done anything like this. Should we go find them?”

“Findthem?” Amon asks, pulling a repulsed face like I’ve suggested we go lick shoes on the club dance floor. “Waste our time searching for them? Oh, no, sweet Ruby, that’s beneath us.”

“But how…”

Cas is wearing his signature grin as he leans closer—the one that might as well be a beacon for the trouble he’s about to find. “No, baby, we don’t go to them. They’ll come to us.”

Chapter 20

Casimir

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