Page 43 of Third Wheel

“You didn’t notice that every Dom who started to come near us suddenly veered away when he glanced at Kincaid and Zach to see if they were okay with them approaching? No… no, you didn’t notice that.” Sam laughed. “I don’t think you need to worry about finding a Dom who wants to scene with you, honey. You just need to make sure the two Doms who have taken you under their protection don’t scare them off.”

Amy’s mouth opened and closed as she tried to find a response and came up short multiple times.

Finally, she managed to get some words out.

“They’ve been scaring off potential Doms?”

Sure, she understood what it meant to be under someone’s protection in the club, and she could even understand why everyone would assume Kincaid and Zach had taken that position for her. But she hadn’t wanted them to. And she sure as hell hadn’t asked them to.

There had been Doms who wanted to scene with her?

And they’d been scaring the Doms away?

Indignation rose up inside her.

“Multiple times after we first got here,” Sam confirmed with a nod. “The Doms stopped trying after a bit.”

Amy scowled. Well. Now that she knew, she was going to handle that right now. They might be her housemates, but that didn’t give them the right to deny her orgasms! Maybe in the house, they’d have some say. At least she wouldn’t have sex attheir house in their guest bedroom out of respect, but this was here at the club! Totally different.

“Well. I am going to go have a talk with them. Excuse me.” She got to her feet, her righteous indignation fueling her march over to the table, even as her heart stuttered a little when the table full of Doms turned their joint attention to her. It was a lot of hot to face all at once, though thankfully, it wasn’t the full contingent.

“Amy. Everything okay?” Zach asked, coming around the side of the table.

“Can I talk to you and Kincaid for a moment?” She lifted her chin, trying to hide the way her heart was frantically beating. She hated confrontation, but now that she’d marched all the way over for it, there was no way she was going back.

Zach frowned but nodded his head and glanced over his shoulder at Kincaid, who also nodded. They both came forward and stepped to the side. Amy turned to face them, putting her back to the others. It helped with the whole audience factor; it did not help with the fact that Kincaid and Zach were incredibly intimidating all on their own.

Especially when they were both looming over her, totally focused on her.

Yikes.

But she’d already come this far.

“Are you scaring off Doms who want to scene with me?” she asked… no, demanded to know. And got her answer immediately, before they’d even spoken when they glanced at each other before either of them said a word. Frustration bubbled up inside her. “What the hell? Did you want me to hate myself?”

“What?” Zach’s slightly guilty expression turned to bafflement, and he stared at her in confusion. “Why would you hate yourself?”

“Because I’m here, I’m single for the first time—ever—and I know the whole club knows it, yet not a single Dom came over to even see if I wanted to scene.” Frustrated tears started to threaten, making her eyes burn, but she blinked them away. “I thought I was going to have to go beg someone to scene with me.”

Kincaid frowned at her.

“I think you need to work on your self-confidence,” he said. “Any Dom would be lucky to scene with you, and you shouldn’t assume otherwise.”

Despite the compliment, Amy could only focus on the first part of what he said. She talked fast and low, her voice brimming with emotion, but keeping the volume down so she didn’t alert the whole club to her issues.

“What self-confidence? The guy I was going to marry left me at the altar. He didn’t even have the courtesy to break up with me beforehand. He thought I sucked so much that I deserved to be humiliated like that. And that’s the guy I chose to marry. No matter which way you look at it, I’m a fucking hot mess. Who the hell is going to look at me and say, ‘Oh, yeah, I want to tap that,’ when the guy I was supposed to marry didn’t even want me?” She sucked in a deep breath. “Now, I’m going to go find someone to scene with, and you two are going to stay the hell out of it.”

She started to storm past Kincaid, but she didn’t make it more than two steps before his hand came up in front of her. With as fast as she was moving, she saw it coming but couldn’t swerve to avoid him, and he caught her around the throat, turning with her movement so he didn’t jerk her to a halt.

His fingers pressed on the side of her throat as he maneuvered her around him rather than past him, and she ended up standing between them, with Zach at her back. Wide eyed, she blinked up at Kincaid, her pulse fluttering against histhumb, mouth suddenly very dry as he bent over her, his dark gaze meeting hers as one eyebrow lifted at her temerity.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

She’d poked the Dom, and the Dom was poking back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, his voice a low growl.

Amy whimpered as her legs pressed together, and she felt Zach move up behind her, the heat of his body against hers making her feel completely surrounded by them. Her brain scrambled, trying to catch up with what was happening.

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