Page 43 of Mex

The husky male voice sends shivers down my spine as a hard chest presses against my back. Stepping forward, my stomach hits the bar I’m waiting for a drink at, and I can feel his hard cock against my bottom. Mex’s voice is relaxed, full of sexual inuendo, and judging by the dick poking into me, he’s finally on the same page as me. I’ve been eye fucking him all night, licking my lips, leaning forward so he can see my cleavage, basically giving every signal under the sun that I want him to fuck me again.

“Seems like I’m about to have a lot more now,” I say, loving how it feels when he slides his hand around the front of me, stopping as his fingers splay out over the front of my pants. He uses his hand to push my bottom into his cock and his fingers graze over my pussy teasingly as he does.

“That depends,” he murmurs, his mouth grazing over my neck.

“On what?”

“How filthy you’re willing to be.”

My skin prickles. “I’m listening.”

“You ever been fucked by two men?”

My eyes go wide. I wasn’t expecting him to come out with something like that, but I’m sure as hell paying attention now. Heart skipping a beat, I bite my lower lip for a minute, considering his words. I haven’t been fucked by two men, but I can’t say it isn’t something I wouldn’t like to try. Especially if one of those men was him.

“I haven’t,” I whisper.

“Do you want to be?”

With a shaky voice, I rasp, “Yes.”

“Come with me.”

He steps away from me, taking my hand and pulling me without giving me a single second longer to think about it. Western watches us go, and the look he’s giving Mex is less than pleased. He isn’t happy about it, but Mex seems unbothered as he leads me toward the stairs where Fury is standing, leaning against the railing with a beer in his hand.

Oh, please lord, let it be him joining in.

Judging by the look on his face, it most certainly is.

My heart races with excitement as Mex comes to a stop next to Fury.

“She’s in.”

Fury’s eyes swing to me. He is perfection wrapped in a leather jacket, with his long, thick, blond hair and those dazzling green eyes. Fury always has a playful expression on his face, like he’s ready to take on the world one laugh at a time. He is probably the easier going out of everyone I’ve come across in this club, though I don’t doubt if you got on his bad side he would make you wish you hadn’t.

“Figured she would be,” Fury murmurs. “Don’t think we’ve officially met, darlin’. I’m Fury.”

“I’m the devil they’re keeping captive,” I throw back with a smile.

He grins. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’ll forget all about that soon.”

Mex tugs my hand, and we all walk up the stairs. I glance over my shoulder and see Bonnie staring at me, her eyes wide. Myla is standing beside her, and she gives me the biggest smile before they both jump up and down. I can’t help but smile as I turn back. They don’t know me, but they didn’t once judge me. They just took me at face value and didn’t care to treat me like an outcast. There aren’t a great deal of people like that in this world.

“So,” I say as we reach the same room Mex let me sleep in, “do you two do this often?”

Mex glances down at me. “Could say we work well together.”

Oh.

My.

“We’ve had no complaints,” Fury growls, low, as he pushes open the door.

“Should I be worried?” I ask as we step into the room.

The two men look at one another, but it’s Mex who answers.

“Yeah. You should be.”

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