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“Ty- uh.” I’m having a hard time speaking as I twitch hard enough for them to notice.

“I pay for everything,” Tyler reassures him. His lips touch my ear as he breathes,“ You’ve been such a good girl for me. Cum for me, Baby Girl.”

Tyler covers my mouth as I moan, gritting my teeth as I do exactly that. I don’t even care as Mav and Atlas’ jaws drop and Draven groans.

“I had a feeling something was happening under the table,” he mutters, looking jealous as fuck as he squeezes his cock in pain.

Their eyes on me, make me gush harder around Tyler’s fingers and he coos in my ear. “You deserved that, Little Flower.”

Gasping as he releases me, Tyler pulls his fingers out of me to suck them clean.

“No fucking way,” Atlas breathes as I fix my dress.

My chest heaves as I look at him in the high of my orgasm. “I’m not innocent, nor am I desperate. I am not a project for you, your responsibility, or a babysitter. I am twenty-six years old, and no I don’t care if you have T-shirts older than me, Mav,” I growl when he opens his mouth. “You know I can sing, songwrite, and perform. Those are the only things that matter right now. Are you in or out?”

“You just… shit,” Draven says. I didn’t think this would shock him, I’m sure he’s done worse things. I know Mav and Atlas have: like fuck each other because I was a disgustingly innocent virgin.

“My decisions regarding money or my love life are also none of your business, agreed?” I press, pushing my hair over my shoulder as if I didn’t just have a screaming orgasm during a business meeting. “If we are going to work together, you will respect the fact that I’m with Tyler, and he works for the label. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Draven purrs, saluting. “Fuck, please, stop being so sexy. It really hurts.”

“Dude, what are you talking about? What hurts?” Tyler asks, done with his dessert.

Atlas and Mav look at each other before they crack a smile at Draven. “Since Layla gave us such an award winning performance, I’ll tell you,” Mav says. “Draven is wearing a cock cage, so it physically gives him pain when he gets an erection.”

“Why?” I ask, intrigued. I may not be very experienced, but I am adventurous. It just usually doesn’t happen in front of an audience.

“I get off on pain,” Draven says with a toothy grin. There’s an edge of pain in his beautiful blue eyes, and together, it all makes him seem a bit deranged. There’s something that’s still attractive about it, though. “I enjoy a great many things that would make you turn tail and run.”

“Maybe.” I shrug. “Either way, I’m not interested in doing any of them with you. Now are we good?”

“No,” Draven says, startling me when he slams his fist on the table. “Mav and Atlas have the unfair advantage of knowing what you sound like when you sing. For all I know, you have them under a spell, little witch. I want to see it for myself.”

“I’m not breaking out into song in a bar,” I tell him, breaking down and rolling my eyes. I don’t care if it makes me look petulant, he’s not making any sense.

“Maybe not, but I’ve seen that this town enjoys their open mic nights. I want to see what you can do with one of the rougher crowds,” Draven smirks. I’m not sure if he wants me around, or simply is pushing my buttons.

Performing no longer scares me, though songwriting still makes me nervous.

“Whatever, fine,” I sigh, gaze moving to Mav and Altas.

Mav takes a slow sip of the last of his beer before giving me a smug smile. “I had a feeling he may insist on this. You see, I’ve been friends with this crazy fucker for a long damn time. I already signed you up for the eleven o’clock slot tonight at O’Malleys.”

Turning his phone to me, I see that’s in exactly thirty minutes.

“Is this place within walking distance?” I ask him. I’m wearing high-heeled boots with this dress that are comfortable, so that’s at least a plus. The downside?

I’m going to be doing this without panties because they’re wet.

“Yeah… what are you doing?” Mav asks in horror as I wiggle my panties off without flashing them. Dropping them in Tyler’s lap, I shrug.

“I have a rule about performing in ruined panties,” I lie because while it’s a good rule, it’s not one I have.

Tyler merely gives me a slow, shit-eating proud smile as he shoves them in his pocket.

“We should probably go then,” he says, gesturing for me to go first.

Draven pushes away from the table as I get out of the booth.

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