Page 19 of Scout
I’m sandwiched between two doctors with a complicated past and fire in their eyes.
The car starts rolling and so does the flirting. My thigh pressing against Xavier’s. Kendrix’s fingers brushing the back of my neck. Soft laughs, stupid jokes, and then?—
Then we’re kissing.
It starts with me and Kendrix. Slow. Familiar. A little needy. His hand cups my jaw and my fingers twist in his shirt.
Then it’s Xavier. His kiss is rougher, lips parted like he’s trying to make a point. Like he wants to brand me with the taste of him.
And then, somehow, it’s the three of us. Both their mouths on mine. Their hands everywhere. The only time their mouths touch each other is when we’re all connected—one seamless, tangled mess of teeth and lips and heat. It’s awkward. It’s too fast. It’sso fucking hot.
This was not supposed to happen.
The car slows. Kendrix pulls away, breathless, and leans in for one more kiss. Just us. It’s softer this time. Slower. He brushes a thumb down my cheek, then climbs out with a wink.
My chest aches the second the door shuts.
The car pulls away again, and before I can fully register the silence, Xavier’s on me.
His hand rubs my cock through my slacks, deliberate and slow. His mouth is on my neck, teeth dragging, tongue pressing. I know I’m going to have marks. He’s leaving proof like he wants to ruin me for anyone else.
He starts to unzip my pants?—
And the car stops.
The driver twists around. "This is the address."
"Shit," I mutter, dazed. I try to straighten myself out, hands fidgeting with my shirt.
Xavier grabs the back of my neck and yanks me into one last kiss. It’s filthy and full of teeth. He bites my bottom lip and pulls just enough to make my stomach twist.
"Goodnight, Scout," he murmurs, low and smug.
I climb out of the car, a horny, tipsy mess.
The elevator ride up to my apartment feels endless. My head leans against the wall, my heart thudding in my throat.
What the hell just happened?
I don’t get drunk on dates. Ever. That’s rule one. You never know when someone might show their true colors, and you don’t want to be too far gone to catch it.
But tonight… tonight was different.
Kendrix. Xavier. Both of them make me feel like I’m something sharp and wanted. Not just used. Not just paid for.
And that? That’s dangerous.
I step into my apartment. Lock the door behind me. My clothes hit the floor in pieces before I fall into bed, still buzzing, still tasting both of them.
No client has ever made me feel the way Kendrix did.
And now Xavier, too.
I should pull away.
Delete Kendrix’s number. Block Xavier’s profile. No more bookings. No more blurred lines.
They were clients. They had their fun. This is done.
