Page 72 of Thick as Thieves
I’ve seen the dirty looks I’ve been getting too. As soon as I move, the guys do. As soon as I talk, they listen. Even the girls in our group, Candy, Texas, Clara, and Tanya are a bit pissed about it. I’ve seen the looks before, I know the thoughts behind them.
“I was thinking about the London club, on our tequila night,” I say lightly.
“You should have said yes that night. Might have saved a lot of trouble. But I did tell you that.” He nods knowingly at me.
“I did enjoy the licking of salt,” I tell him and slip my tongue across my lower lip.
He stills, like a cheetah in the jungle watching its prey. Putting his face close to mine, so that his lips virtually touch me. “Do that again, I dare you.” His voice is a low rasp, his face deadpan serious.
His sensuality hitting me in the chest, I grin at him indecently, not taking my eyes off him. “I dare,” I say cockily, as I do it again.
He growls in the back of his throat, his eyes wide open, pupils dilating. Running his hands up my legs, he moves my lovely new petrol-blue silk halter-neck backless and mid-thigh dress out of the way.
“This dress is divine. Easy access for me.” He laughs into my mouth, twisting my body around so my back is to the club. No one can see it’s me he has in a death grip, and I press myself into him.
“God, I want your tits in my mouth.” His hand is travelling northwards at a rate of knots. “Come for me here, now,” he demands, his face so serious.
I try to twist my neck to see if people are looking over. They can’t see what he’s doing to me, but it’s obvious we’re together.
I shake my head at him. “People are watching us.”
“So? Fuck ‘em. They can’t see where my hand is.” His hand has burrowed into my knickers and he pushes his fingers inside me.
I gasp at the blatant sexuality and the total disregard for everyone else. His lids have lowered, and I know he’s absolutely focused on getting me off.
He bites at my lips. “Fuck, I want you. I want to fuck you, right here,” he pants out. “I want you on my tongue, on my cock. I can fucking smell you, and I love it.”
He’s gone, lost in a sex haze. It’s such a turn on to see him so intense, running so hot, so focused on my pleasure.
“Stop thinking, Kitten. Let me love you. I want it all.”
A shadow falls across the booth and I squeak out, but look up to see Kell grinning down at us. He runs his fingers through Xan’s hair at the back of his head, leaning over to kiss me.
“Let him love you, Evie. Come on his fingers and let me taste them. No one can see, only us.”
I’m going to die. These men are going to kill me off with sex.
Xander is thrusting his fingers into me, talking dirty into my ear, while Kell is practically panting at the side of us listening. God, he’s so good at it. My orgasm comes quickly, and he keeps rotating his fingers, bringing me down slowly.
I must look like a wanton mess, as he smiles at me. “You look fucking beautiful, Kitten. And your taste and your scent is the best drug.”
He licks his fingers and then Kell bends down towards us both and takes hold of Xan’s hand. He lets Kell lick his fingers clean, and I’m gaping again at them both. It is so erotic. They show me sex heaven—or is it hell? Either way, I love it, I love them.
I’m on a total high as I head into the ladies to try to sort myself out. The self-satisfied smile on my face gets wider when I see one of Valentina’s relations is the loo attendant. Roza did say she worked this job for the gossip, and I smile conspiratorially at her as I go in.
She comes over to hug me, whispering in Spanish that the toilet with the out of order sign is the best, and winks at me as she goes on her break. I nip in and shut the door, knowing I’ll have a few minutes peace to drag the pieces of my scattered wits back together, along with my thoughts.
I hear the group come in as I’m sat on the loo, playing with my phone. I turn my phone to silent when I recognise the voices of Texas, a British girl named Candy, and the two girls with Levi I haven’t really gotten to know well, Clara and Tanya. Ex friends of the dreaded Becky.
“Could you see what they did?” Candy asks the group at large. “I couldn't. I thought Gabe was going to have a coronary, he was so desperate to see what they were doing to her.”
“Well, I don’t get the fascination.” I think it’s Clara, but whoever it is sounds pretty bitchy.
“That’s because you haven’t been around her very much, Clara.” That’s definitely Texas, and she sounds classically pompous. “It's pure sex to be with them all. It’s hot as fuck, and to be honest, without her it doesn’t work.”
I can’t decide if that’s a compliment or not.
“She’s not even that beautiful. Good looking, sure, but her clothes…” Clara again.
