Without a second thought, I hopped onto the bike, the cool leather of the seat a tantalizing contrast against my bare thighs. Andrew handed me a helmet, which I slipped on.
He swung his leg over the seat and settled in front of me. As I reached out to wrap my arms around his solid torso, I could feel tremors of expectation running through me. I took in the sight of his tattoos, many of them military-related. My sexy soldier boy. My fingers splayed across his stomach, feeling the hard lines of his muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt. A surge of arousal shot through me, pooling in my lower abdomen.
Andrew kickstarted the engine, and the bike roared to life beneath us. The deep, guttural growl of the motor vibrated up through the seat, a delicious promise of the night to come.
Kai slipped into his sleek, midnight black sports car, the engine purring like a satisfied cat. With a nod of his head, Andrew revved the bike, and together we rode off into the Miami night.
The city was a blur of neon and energy, a cacophony of sound, scent, and motion. Everything about Miami was alive, a wild dance of lights and shadows that mirrored the pulsing eagerness building inside me. We weaved through traffic, the sleek, dark form of Kai's car and the raw power of Andrew's bike a beautiful contrast against the Miami backdrop.
We drove through the sultry, humid streets, past glimmering skyscrapers, lively bars and clubs, and palm trees swaying rhythmically in the cool evening breeze.
There was no doubt that the night ahead was full of passion and heat. I couldn’t wait to drink my fill.
Chapter 9
Julia
With Andrew on one side and Kai on the other, I stepped into the grand lobby of the Elysian Sky, one of the most gorgeous and luxurious hotels in the city. The space was lavish—adorned with opulent chandeliers, ornate pillars, and plush, elegant furniture. Yet amidst the intimidating affluence, I felt completely at home. Not like a delicate, pampered princess but rather a respected, badass queen.
The stares of the more conventional guests followed us as we navigated through the expansive room. Our presence was eccentric and vibrant against the backdrop of their vanilla world, and I reveled in their curiosity, their muted envy.
As we approached the elevator, I felt both a rush of excitement and a fluttering of nerves. The reality of the situation was starting to set in. As the polished brass doors closed behind us, sealing us in our own private world, I felt Kai and Andrew closing in on me.
Kai turned toward me, a cocky grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Buckle up, sweetheart," he spoke, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “It’s going to be a hell of a ride.”
With that, he cupped my face, pulling me into a kiss that was all heat and pure, undiluted lust. He tasted of dark chocolate and reckless abandon, a flavor that I couldn’t get enough of. The connection was instantaneous and electrifying, setting every nerve ending in my body alight.
As Kai pulled away, a satisfied smirk was plastered across his face, his gray eyes sparkling with a devilish charm. "I hope you didn't forget about me," came Andrew's teasing voice from behind.
I turned to face him, finding him watching us with an amused grin. His blonde hair was disheveled, and there was a glint of want in his vivid blue eyes.
"How could I forget about you, cowboy?" I shot back, grinning at him.
Andrew's response was a slow, devastatingly sexy smile. He closed the gap between us, his hand resting on the small of my back.
His kiss was a stark contrast to Kai's, slow yet insistent, brimming with a raw, primal desire. It was as if he was staking his claim, marking his territory. And I found myself responding to his kiss with equal fervor.
The elevator ride became a whirlwind of flirtatious banter, heated kisses, and gentle explorations. Between Andrew's teasing and Kai's confident advances, I was caught in a sexy tug-of-war that left me breathless and wanting more.
As the elevator chimed, indicating our arrival at the penthouse, we pulled apart, our eyes meeting in silent understanding.
The doors slid open with a soft, almost unnoticeable whisper.
I followed Kai and Andrew down the hall, the plush carpet of the corridor swallowing our steps. The thrill of the situation was intoxicating. I was in a high-end hotel with four drop-dead gorgeous men, about to explore pleasures I had never even imagined. The situation was utterly surreal, and I loved every moment of it.
We came to a stop outside a nondescript door, which Andrew unlocked with a sleek, black key card. Pushing it open, he revealed the penthouse suite in all its glory. A gasp tore from my lips as I stepped into the living area, the grandeur of the room knocking the wind out of me.
The suite was a blend of modern minimalism and lavish luxury. Rich, plush furniture in shades of cream and gold, a sprawling open-concept living area, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a stunning 180-degree view of the glittering Miami skyline. The city below was a sea of twinkling lights, the sight nothing short of breathtaking.
But as enticing as the penthouse and the view were, the real attractions of the evening were already there, waiting for me. Finn and James stood by the window, drinks in hand, the backdrop of the city making them look like conquering heroes. Finn, with his long, dark hair and brooding intensity, cut a ruggedly handsome figure, while James, with his clean-cut good looks and roguish charm, was just as tantalizing.
James swept his hand toward a lavish bar, filled with a collection of gleaming liquor bottles. "A drink to start, J?" he offered, his tone light, inviting.
I wanted to keep my senses, but a little something to ease my nerves sounded good. "Sure, why not?"
Andrew was the first to step forward, his confident grin doing wonders to soothe my nerves already.