Page 19 of F*ck Steal Kill

“Oh?” I asked, glancing between the two. “Do you two know each other?” I added, unable to let it go on without knowing.

Max swallowed, then nodded. “Yeah. We work together. This is Quentin. Q, this is Holland.”

Quentin. The name suited him. It was dark and mysterious, just like my bathroom good time. I smiled and decided to see if he’d spill the beans. It seemed like my brattiness reared up when placed in awkward situations.

“It’s nice to officially meet you, Quentin. And you were right about last night.”

“On what?” he asked, one corner of his mouth turning up. He leaned back against the bar, not giving anything away. Max watched us both, his eyes bouncing back and forth as he tried to put the puzzle together.

I winked, grabbing the beer bottle out of Max’s hand and taking a sip. “If I have to remind you, you’re not the man I thought you were.” I turned to Max, putting Quentin at my back, and looped my arms around his neck. “Now, how do you feel about sharing, or are you going to make me choose?”

“Um, what?” Max asked, coughing, his eyes wide. The few sips of alcohol I’d taken warmed me as they traveled through my bloodstream, waking up my libido in the process. All night I’d been bored, not interested in the men around me. And now I knew why. My body wanted things it couldn’t have.

So, did I throw caution to the wind and go with it, knowing it would likely end in disaster?

Yeah, why the hell not?

Angling my body so I could see both of them, I set the beer bottle on the counter. The whole time I could feel Quentin’s eyes on me, and I watched his smirk grow as his eyes flashed with heat. It helped push me to a decision.

Reaching up, I grabbed Max’s neck and pulled him to me. He appeared shocked at the move, falling forward to meet my lips. I kissed him, his lips soft and pliable. I could taste the beer, so I licked him, making him gasp and open more for me.

I’d only intended on shocking him and kissing him briefly, but the more I kissed Max, the more I kissed him.

It sounded stupid in my head, but it was precisely what happened. I couldn’t bring myself to stop. Max responded tenfold as his hands grasped my waist, and he pulled me closer.

Only when a body pressed to our sides did I remember we were in a bar. Breaking the kiss, I stared at Max, his pupils as fully blown as I expected mine to be. His lips were puffy, his cheeks red, and I couldn’t bring myself to look away.

A throat cleared, and we both turned toward it, finding Quentin staring at us with a heated look.

“I knew you were a temptress. I just had no idea you would lead me here.”

“Max, are you in?” I asked, ignoring Quentin for a second as I focused on my cute boy next door.

“If it involves you, I’ll follow you wherever,” he said, clearly smitten and pulling on my heartstrings. I almost got lost in his eyes again, but I remembered the broody bad boy next to us.

“So, what’s it going to be, Mr. Magic Fingers? Are you going to show me your skills outside of the bathroom, or…”

“Or what?” he growled, stepping closer to tip my chin up, his eyes ensnaring mine.

I sucked in a breath, my mind going blank for a second. I was losing control of the situation quickly and needed to find it again.

“Or,” I emphasized, “Max’s name is the only one I scream tonight.”

Quentin’s nostrils flared, his pupils blowing even more as he stared down at me. His jaw flexed, and I watched the battle in his eyes. Max’s hands tightened on my hips, his groin bumping into my stomach, the hardness spurring me on.

Time seemed to stand still; the three of us locked in that decision.

“Fuck it,” Quentin growled, sealing his lips to mine for a brief second. “Let’s go.”

Weightlessness overcame me as we moved through the pub, my feet feeling like they weren’t even touching the floor. The two men surrounded me, making it hard to gauge where I began and they ended.

It wasn’t until the cool night air hit my cheeks that I registered we’d made it out the door. Max took my hand, stepping beside me as Quentin led the way. I watched as he scoured the streets, almost like he was looking for danger. It was something I usually did, but not tonight. Not with them.

For the first time since I’d killed a man, I began to question my actions. What was I doing? I didn’t know these guys. They could be criminals for all I knew. Which was shitty of me to judge them for, but a girl had to look out for herself. Thus, leading me to my next set of racing thoughts.

We hadn’t vetted that they were safe. Nor had I told Lacey or Joy where I was going. Could I defend myself between the two of them? Probably not.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

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