Page 18 of Double Down & Dirty

The petite singer was wearing a white, country-styled, lace dress with brown, western boots. She looked like she was ready to walk down some lonely, back road and film a music video for one of the fun, upbeat, or sultry songs she’d become famous for. Squealing, she threw her arms around Abigail. “Oh, my God! What are you doing here? Did these two brutes finally wake up and see what was under their noses all this time?”

Confused, but happy to see a friend there, Abigail hugged her back. “What are you talking about?”

Laughing, Summer let her go and rolled her eyes. “Please. I’ve seen how they ogle you when they think no one’s looking. And you only stutter when they’re around so I figured the feelings were mutual. And don’t try to tell me you’re only here because they needed a date. Remi and Gray don’t play games like that.” She winked at the men. “Although, they do like to play other games.”

Leaning down, Gray, then Remi gave the woman a chaste peck on the cheek. The latter tweaked her nose. “Brat. You can explain that statement to Abby. In fact, I think you better before she thinks the worst of us. She’s a newbie.”

Summer’s eyes widened. “So you told her? Cool.” She turned back to Abigail and lowered her voice so she wouldn’t be overheard. “No worries. I wasn’t insinuating I’d ever played with these two hunky Doms—I haven’t—but I’m a sub in the lifestyle if you have any questions. Of course, that’s not publicized. When Remi and Gray figured out I played and was afraid to go into any lifestyle clubs after my first album started climbing the charts, they investigated several private clubs all over the US. They found me places where I could either hide my identity or trust the members wouldn’t out me to the press. I’m not ashamed of who I am, but it has the potential to tank a career.”

Abigail was stunned at the revelation. “I never knew.”

“That’s the great thing about the community—privacy is cherished and respected. Sometimes I’ll run into someone I’ve met at a club out in public. We pretend we know each other from somewhere else. So, back to what I said earlier, if you have any questions, you have my phone number.

“By the way, love your dress!”

The little pixie could change subjects faster than a jackrabbit sometimes, and it took a moment for Abigail to adjust. Before she could say or ask anything more, several people joined their little group. Most of them were in the entertainment industry, and the topics switched to business and tomorrow’s award nominees. She knew more people there than she’d thought she would, having met them at the main BDR offices before, or spoken to them on the phone.

Gray and Remi introduced her to anyone she hadn’t met yet or couldn’t remember who they were. The twins were never far from her side. It seemed like most of the time, one or the other or both were touching her in some subtle way, letting her know she was on their minds, despite the distractions of the party crowd. There were heated looks, light caresses, a wink, a sweet kiss, and more. By the time they’d done all three parties, then headed back to their hotel, it was close to 1:00 a.m. During the return limo ride, she’d shared several passionate kisses with both men, which had left her wanting more. Now, Abigail was so turned on, she prayed on the elevator ride up she wouldn’t be sleeping alone tonight. She didn’t think she could handle it if they escorted her to her bedroom door and left her for their own beds.

An idea began to form in her mind. Now, if only she had the courage to follow through with it.

* * *

Gray trailedafter Abby and Remi out of the elevator. They’d told Fergus earlier they wouldn’t need any services when they returned for the night, so the evening butler had left hours ago. They had the place to themselves.

His gaze followed Abby around the living area as his brother flopped onto the couch. “What a night! Gray, I’m shocked you didn’t punch that jackass at the second party. I guess he didn’t realize that self-important arrogance is the fastest way to turn off a potential investor. What the hell was he trying to sell?”

He shrugged. “I don’t even remember. I tuned him out after the first two minutes.”

“You lasted longer than I did ...” Remi paused to yawn. “I tuned him out after a minute.”

It had been a long evening, but aside from that one idiot, it had been a lot of fun. And having Abby by their sides had been the icing on the cake. Once she relaxed after running into Summer, she really seemed to enjoy herself. She’d held her own in many conversations and made positive impressions on people she’d never met before. One country artist from another music label had gotten into a lively debate with her about baking, of all things. The twins had laughed when the women had exchanged email addresses to share their favorite recipes.

Thankfully, they hadn’t run into Aurora tonight, but there would be no escaping the woman tomorrow night. One of the awards she was up for, Album of the Year, meant her producers would be expected to take the stage with her if she won. It was the first time Gray hoped their artist didn’t win in a category.

Abby stood with her back to the room, looking out at the balcony and the neon lights of the strip. Gray strode over and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Are you tired, sweetheart? It’s been a long day.”

“Not really. But I would like to get out of this dress.”

He was about to suggest she go to her bedroom and put on some pajamas, then rejoin them for a nightcap, but her hips shifted and she rubbed her ass against his groin. An involuntary groan escaped him as he felt himself grow hard. “Hmm. Remi, I think our sexy secretary is feeling frisky.”

“Awesome.” His brother didn’t sound as tired as he had a few minutes ago.

Gray took a step back, and his fingers untied the halter from Abby’s neck, then found the dress’s zipper, slowly sliding it downward. “The dress can go, but keep your boots on for now. Lacy underwear and cowgirl boots sound very naughty. And right now, I’m in the mood for naughty.”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered breathlessly.

His cock lengthened in his jeans, struggling to find some room. Since she’d called them sir at the office for so long, it shouldn’t surprise him how quickly she’d adapted it in response to their dominance. He slid the dress down her body, letting it pool at her feet. Taking her hand, he led her back to where Remi still lounged on the couch. Before either of the twins could say anything, Abby lowered herself to the floor, bent her head forward, rested her ass on the heels of her boots, and then placed her hands on her thighs, palms up.

“Fuck me,” Remi whispered in shock.

Gray felt it, too. While this was what they’d hoped for one day with her, they hadn’t expected it so soon. His mouth watered at the sight of her. “Did you learn how to present on the website or from Summer, Abby?”

The women had taken several shared trips to the ladies’ room during the course of the evening, and Gray had no doubts the subject of their conversations had veered towards the lifestyle more than once or twice. Several times, Abby had returned to their sides with a bright blush on her cheeks. Right behind her had been Summer with an amused grin spread across her face.

“A little of both, Sir. Am I doing it right?”

“You’re doing it perfectly, my sweet.” Stepping behind her, he unclasped and removed her bra, tossing it to the side. Forget what he’d said earlier, he wanted her naked. Squatting down, he said, “I’ll buy you a new pair,” then ripped the thong from her body, causing her to gasp.

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