Page 17 of Bad Men

I glanced down at the lit screen, just to assure myself I hadn’t made a mistake, then I punched him in the mouth.

“You shouldn’t record people without their permission!” I snarled over his wails.

Leaving him cradling a busted lip, I stalked off the train just as the doors shut. I dropped the phone in the gap between the platform and tracks and stepped back when the train roared to life, crushing the thing into splintered pieces of plastic.

“What was that?” Mia asked.

I shook my head as I joined the pair. “Nothing.”

But Dav knew. One exchanged glance and I knew he knew. He said nothing as he turned and guided Mia topside.

We walked in silence towards her street. Mia was barely walking in a straight line. Her feet shuffled and, every so often, her shoulders would bump into us. She’d mutter an apology and yawn.

“You don’t have to walk me the rest of the way,” she mumbled after Dav caught her slipping sideways into him for the fifth time. “My house isn’t far from here.”

“You can barely walk,” he said, keeping his hold on her.

Mia groaned and rubbed both hands over her face. “I’m sorry. I’m just so tired.” She gave a little giggle. “You guys wore me out.”

Her foot caught on her other foot and she stumbled. That was the last straw for me.

Without a word, I bent and swept her up into my arms. She gave a yelp but didn’t protest once I had her settled against my chest. Her arms wound their way around my neck and her head found home on my shoulder. Within seconds, she was breathing softly into the side of my neck.

Dav peered at me over her tiny frame, but he didn’t have to say it.

I knew.

We were seriously fucked.

Chapter Four — Mia

My body ached. It thrummed and throbbed, and I loved it. My thighs were the worst. Being held open to Nero’s mouth, to his fingers … oh my God, his fingers. He’d done something to my vagina, turned something on. I don’t know, but he’d given me an orgasm so hard, I’d nearly passed out. The aftereffects had lingered, intensifying the second one Davien had given me, which shouldn’t have been possible. Orgasms didn’t get stronger. They got weaker, but I could have kept going. I wanted to. Even a whole day later, sitting down was a reminder of what they’d done to me.

I blew out a breath that stirred my bangs. My pencil rapped on my order pad. The diner had been empty for most of the afternoon, a typical Tuesday. Other than a few regulars, the odd takeout, it was just me, Earl the cook, and an elderly couple sipping coffee in one of the booths by the window. I had already swept twice, scrubbed the tables, filled the condiments and the pie cubby.

Earl was taking a nap in the office, greasy boots propped on Nestor’s desk. I probably should have woken him up, but for what? The most anyone had ordered was coffee, or the odd basket of fries. Things I could easily run back and do myself. Besides, the guy had a tendency to talk too much, and I had too many problems of my own to listen to him go on about his cousin’s gout or his grandmother’s new jam recipe.

There was nothing left to do, except wait for the bells above the door to sound. At least the diner had AC, which was more than I could say for most places.

I glanced over at the couple, both sitting in silence doing their own thing. She had a novel open next to her mug and he’d been working on his crossword since they’d sat down. I didn’t know them, or at least, they weren’t regulars. Maybe this was how they liked spending their time together. I wasn’t one to judge, but I wondered how they were in private. Did he fuck her until she screamed? It was probably wrong to think that way about two strangers, but since my night on the train with Nero and Davien it was all I thought about. I saw couples on the street, women on the bus, men heading into buildings and I couldn’t help wondering if they were as constantly horny as I was. Even sitting on the stool tucked behind the register, all I wanted to do was touch myself.

It had been that way ever since the night of Oli Sutherland’s Halloween party five years before, ever since they cornered me — albeit by accident — in that bedroom. I’d been so stunned by the awakening in my own body that my first orgasm later in the privacy of my own bed had nearly scared the hell out of me. After that, I couldn’t stop. Maybe that made me some kind of addict, but was that so wrong? Besides, I never had the urge to screw just anyone who walked by. My desperation only reared its head when they were around — Davien and Nero. Just the thought of them had my knees parting and my body shifting forward. The leather cushion dug into my mound through the cotton material of my panties, sparking shivers up my spine. I stopped, muscles quivering with the effort of restraint. The one place I was always careful not to get distracted was at work. There was too much on the line. I couldn’t risk losing my job.

I glanced at the clock above the takeout window, mentally calculating another three hours before my shift was over and I could return home to an empty house. Mom and Dad were both pulling graveyard shifts cleaning a complex downtown. That meant it would be me and a bowl of whatever was leftover in the fridge.

It didn’t bother me … being alone. At least, it never had in the past, but it had been two days since my adventures on the train and I hadn’t heard a thing from either of the men involved. Their absence left a dull, empty feeling in the pit of my stomach and an anxious knot in my chest. I wondered if I’d done something wrong, or worse, they were holed up somewhere, laughing at what a pathetic idiot I was. Maybe they thought I was easy, some desperate, wanton slut. The thought left a cold, oily sensation in my mouth. I didn’t think they would, but how well did I know them really? Beyond their name and occupation, I didn’t know them at all. Had I been thinking rationally that night. I hadn’t been thinking at all. That whole ride was a blur of the most exquisite pleasure. I would have done anything, said anything to get them never to stop. Even when they got me home and made sure I was safely inside, I had been reeling with the knowledge that I’d actually done it. I had helped my family and fulfilled my darkest fantasy.

Now, two days later, I couldn’t help regretting my choices.

The bell above the door chimed. I didn’t look up when sliding off my stool and reaching under the counter for a menu.

“Have a seat anywhere,” I told the newcomer. “I’ll bring over a menu...” I faltered when I looked up to find the person at the register, his haunting gaze boring into me. My breath caught. The menu slipped from my fingers. “Davien?”

The right corner of his mouth tweaked upwards. “Hello sweetheart, we’ve been looking for you.”

I tried to make sense of his words, but all I kept coming back to was that he was standing in my diner, looking gorgeous as hell in the only outfit he seemed to own, unless he just owned a ton of black jeans and black t-shirts. His hair hung around his face as if he’d recently had a shower. The strands were forced back from his cleanly shaven face, leaving the strong contours of his features bare to break hearts. Including mine.

“What are you doing here?” I stepped over the fallen menu, moved aside my stool and stood facing him. My gaze went over his shoulder and scanned the room for the other man I was anxious to see again. “Where’s Nero?”

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