Sagittarius, page 5
“A makeover?” I blink, and a flutter of excitement goes off in my stomach. “Well, I’m definitely surprised.”
“Come on,” Sebastian urges after alighting from the vehicle. His offered hand helps me to my feet. “Time to let you shine, princess.”
We enter the chic building, and a receptionist escorts us to a private room, where the stylist introduces herself as Heidi. She’s not much older than I am, with flawless skin and wing-tipped green eyes. She banishes the men to the lobby and begins working her magic.
My braids are unraveled.
The long length cut to just above the shoulders.
Silver streaks add a modern flair.
She straightens my hair and finishes the sleek look with smoky eyes and burgundy lip color. “The new you,” she says, waving to the striking stranger in the mirror.
“Wow,” I breathe.
“I know, right?” She winks. “Men will worship the ground you walk on, honey. Especially after you’re armed in this sexy little number.” She unzips a fashion bag to reveal a black cocktail dress.
Fifteen minutes later, I return to the lobby, a decadent and sensual woman capable of facing anything.
Sebastian and Tatum are waiting for me, their hair styled, clothing changed into dress-casual, and when they catch sight of me, their jaws unhinge.
“Holy shit.” Tatum gives a low whistle. “You look amazing.”
Sebastian pins me with his gaze, his expression intense and filled with heat. “I don’t even know what to say,” he manages to get out.
Nervousness roils in my belly. “Do you like it?” I play with the ends of my hair, sans the braids and much shorter than what he’s used to.
“Like it?” With a visible gulp, he bridges the space between us. “You’re stunning,” he whispers, cradling my cheeks in his warm hands. His mouth descends on mine, and I’m incapable of denying him. My heart hammers in my chest as he nibbles on my lower lip, and I’m about to open for him, begging for the sensual slide of his tongue against mine, when he pulls away.
“We’d better go. The night is waiting.” He takes me by the hand and leads me out of the salon, with Tatum following on our heels.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
I raise a brow. “Another surprise?”
Tatum chuckles. “I’m a man of surprises.”
He really is, because I would have never guessed we’d go from a penthouse condo and expensive beauty salon to an underground club in the middle of a warehouse district.
The evening air swirls around me, making my skin prickle with anticipation as we walk into a dark, industrial space. The walls are rustic brick, the tables and chairs on the outer edges black, and chains rope off the VIP sections.
A heavy beat pulses through the air, along with the sound of laughter and clinking glasses. As we make our way through the club, several men gawk at me, and I can’t help but notice how those interested gazes travel up and down my body. Sebastian senses the attention, because his hand finds the small of my back, and he pulls me into his side. The move is possessive, protective.
After we claim a VIP booth, Tatum gives our drink orders to a waitress dressed in a skimpy leather outfit. She returns a few minutes later with a round of shots.
“Drink up,” Tatum says, sliding the glass in front of me.
“No way.” I shake my head, short hair tickling my bare shoulders. “The last time I drank, things didn’t end so well.”
Tatum grins. “It’s just good ole fashioned booze. None of Vance’s turbo charge.”
I can’t help but laugh, and Sebastian joins in, his knee bumping against mine. “She calls it voodoo sex potion,” he says, those teasing blue eyes sending a wave of heat down my chest.
“There’s no voodoo sex potion in these little shots of fun, I promise you.”
Sebastian reaches out and pushes the shot glass between my empty hands. “Let’s see what kind of sanctioned trouble we can get into tonight.”
Buckling under his encouragement, I down the liquid and cough as the alcohol hits the back of my throat. Sebastian rubs my back to soothe me.
“Ready for another?” Tatum asks, his own glass empty.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?”
Tatum smirks. “That’s why we’re here.”
He waves down the waitress, and I shoot him a scowl before turning my attention back to Sebastian.
God, he’s sexy.
His navy button-down shirt brings out the brightness in his stare, and I fight the sudden urge to crawl onto his lap and forget the world exists.
“That look on your face, princess...” He shakes his head. “It’s fucking dangerous.”
“No more dangerous than the way you make me feel.”
He leans down and nuzzles the crook of my shoulder, and my head whirls. “And how’s that?”
“Sebastian,” I moan, the alcohol already blazing through my system, loosening me up, paving the way for poor decisions and unforgettable nights. The next thing I know, he’s devouring my mouth, and I’m lost. The music seems louder in my eardrums, the beat more insistent. Strobing neon lights flash behind my shuttered lids as his kiss sends me into a trance-like state.
I’m not sure how long we feed off of each other, but by the time we pull apart, more shots have arrived, and we down those, too. As the night wears on, the space between us narrows, and I find myself sandwiched between Tatum and Sebastian, thigh-to-thigh.
It’s hot and heady in this place, and I’m so buzzed that I’m not sure whose hand is sliding up my thigh underneath the table. I only know I’m dizzy and overheated, consumed by need. Letting out a quiet moan, I rest my head on Sebastian’s shoulder as those warm fingers caress me through my panties.
Tatum leans close, fracturing the moment. “Come dance with me.”
“What?” It takes a second for my inebriated brain to catch up, but he’s already grabbing my arm and dragging me onto the dance floor by the time I consider protesting.
Tatum pulls me against him. “Sebastian’s a lucky bastard,” he says, his whiskey breath heating my neck. “What I’d give to have someone look at me the way you look at him.” He wedges a thigh between my legs, and we grind on each other in something resembling dancing. “Do you have any idea what you do to a man?”
“N-no,” I stutter.
His lips brush my ear. “He’s murdering me with his stare right now. Fuck, he’s jealous.”
I glance toward Sebastian. Sure enough, a dark storm brews in those ocean eyes.
“What do you think?” Tatum asks. “Should I give him a reason to glare at me like that?”
“No.”
Because the lion doesn’t need a reason to wield his possessive power—it’s as much a part of him as submitting seems to be in my genetic makeup.
Maybe that’s why I don’t stop Tatum from sliding a palm down my back. His fingers trail over flushed skin, and then he’s gripping my ass in both hands.
His cock hardens between us.
Our bodies move as one.
The music throbs straight to my pussy.
And suddenly, his chest rumbles with laughter. “Here he comes.”
Panicked, I try to extricate myself from his arms, but he won’t let me go.
The air shifts, grows heavier with desire and intoxication, and I sense Sebastian behind me before he presses against my back. He wedges a hand between Tatum and me, his palm kneading my left breast.
My head falls back against his shoulder. “I want you.”
“I’m right here, princess.” As Sebastian nuzzles my neck, his scent fills my nostrils, clean like the ocean air tinged with pure sexy man. He flicks my sensitive nipple as the three of us pretend to dance, and I melt into him.
“I need you so much.” Too far gone, I barely register the other dancers crowding us from all sides.
Sebastian slides his hand downward, cupping my throbbing pussy, and those magic digits rub me through my dress. He doesn’t stop, each stroke turning me into a wet and breathless mess.
“I’m so close.”
Close and straining for release, my whimpering moans begging for it.
Sebastian chuckles. “So needy. My fingers aren’t even inside you yet.”
Yet.
There’s hope, and with that realization, I thrust into his hand until he slips one finger, then two, beneath my panties.
He presses them into me, and God. He knows just how to touch me.
“Tell me what you want,” he says, nipping my earlobe.
“Make me come.”
Glorious relief is so close I can taste it.
“Not yet.” Tatum shatters my hopes. “I think it’s time we took this party back to the penthouse.”
8
The lights of downtown Los Angeles shine through the penthouse windows, illuminating a path in the darkness. Tatum leads the way, escorting us past the kitchen, library, and wine room until the pool area comes into view. He opens the door, and we step into the crisp fall breeze.
“What are we doing?” I’m still buzzed from the shots I threw back at the club, but the drive through downtown sobered me up enough to have the mind to ask questions.
“Taking a dip in the hot tub.” Tatum reaches for the buttons of his shirt, and the outdoor fireplace sets the moment aglow as he peels it off his shoulders. He lifts his chin at Sebastian. “You ready for this?”
Sebastian squeezes my hand. Despite him agreeing to participate, I know he’ll put a stop to this in a heartbeat if he thinks it’s what I want.
But what I want is him, and I’ll take him any way I can get him.
Be honest, an annoying voice whispers through my conscience, tugging at the truth until it unravels. I like the way Tatum looks at me, with absolute hunger in his gaze, which only makes his voyeurism more exciting.
Sebastian lets go of my hand, and the last of my decency scatters as he joins Tatum in taking off his shirt. Their eyes undress me as they undress themselves, shirts, pants, and boxers abandoned at their feet.
Every inch is on display—a sight more intoxicating than the top-shelf liquors at the club tonight. These two embody divine virility, erections standing proud.
“Your turn,” Tatum says.
I start with my shoes, slipping them off one by one, and reach for the zipper on my cocktail dress. The stupid thing is stuck, and my shaking hands are no match for stubborn wardrobe malfunctions.
My gaze lands on Sebastian. “I could use a hand.”
With a feral gleam igniting his eyes, he takes over and tugs at the zipper until it gives. My breasts spill out, nipples tight and needy, and I whimper as the warm breeze drifts over the achy peaks. My dress pools around my ankles, leaving me in nothing but a black thong.
Sebastian curses under his breath. “My gorgeous girl,” he whispers, cupping my breasts in his large hands. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
“No matter what?”
“Always.”
As Tatum steps closer, Sebastian kisses my nape, his cock grazing the small of my back, and my pussy heats in response.
“So tempting.” Tatum runs a finger along my jawline. “You’re going to do everything I tell you to, aren’t you, beautiful?”
“Yes.”
His attention swerves to the possessive man standing behind me. “Take off her panties.”
Sebastian moves to do Tatum’s bidding, his fingers at my hip bones, tugging the thong down my thighs. I step out of the clothing pooled around my feet, and Tatum smiles.
“Oh, how I’ve looked forward to this.” He nods toward the hot tub. “Let’s move this party in there.”
Sebastian spins me around and tosses me over his shoulder. It’s a power move, a show of strength and possession, and I let out a yelp as he carries me into the bubbly water. He lowers me onto his lap and pulls me against him, my back to his chest.
“Relax against me,” he says, parting my thighs.
Desire intensifies, making my pussy throb as the jets tickle my most intimate spot. “Please…touch me.”
Before Sebastian gets the chance to move his hands from my hips, Tatum speaks up.
“Not until I say so.” He’s sprawled across from us, and those amber eyes dare me to look away as he slides a fist up and down his enormous cock. “Tell him to pinch your nipples.”
I do, my jittery voice an octave higher than normal, strained from the unbearable arousal that’s been building since the club.
Sebastian takes my sensitive buds between his fingers, applying just enough pressure to make me bite my lower lip. I try to jerk away from the pain, but I only end up rubbing my bottom against his erection.
There’s no escape from his wicked hands, or the hardness that teases and taunts. His cock feels too good against me, and we both groan, the vise of his fingers an afterthought.
“I need more,” I say, squirming atop his lap.
Tatum’s attention weighs on me heavily as he pumps his shaft in deliberate strokes. “Tell him to pinch them harder.”
“More, please,” I pant, my focus glued to Tatum and the stroke of his hand.
Sebastian increases the pain and the intense pleasure that comes on its heels. I cry out, needing him to stop…needing him to do more.
Needing…something.
“Please.”
“Baby,” Sebastian groans, “your tight little ass is driving me insane.”
We fit together like a boundless soul, his thighs aligned with mine, his hands one with my breasts, our hearts beating in unison. My hips meet his maddening pace, and we strain to unite in the most intimate way possible.
I close my eyes, losing myself to the sensation, the pulsing need, the soughing of his breaths against my shoulder.
That’s when Tatum barges into the universe of our own creation—a place where he didn’t exist five seconds ago.
“You guys are so hot together. Rub your cock against her cunt. Keep her begging.”
Sebastian hisses in a breath, and then he’s sliding his erection through my folds, the head of his shaft teasing my drenched sex.
Shuddering, I let out a moan and beg for the impossible. “I need you inside me.”
“I will be, princess. In a few more months, I’ll be the first and only.”
I want him to be the first to break through the barrier. The only one to fill me with the flesh of his desire. I want it to be him, not Liam.
The ache of what I have to do burrows a little deeper in my chest, and tears sting my eyes as Sebastian rocks his hips, settling into a slow, circular motion that teases my forbidden place.
The tip of his cock is right there, taunting me from the other side of that barrier, and shooting me so high that I forget about ultimatums and guilty consciences.
“Feels so good.”
So good, I can’t stand it.
“Please,” I say, my body trembling on the edge of release. “I need to come.”
My gaze lands on Tatum, and he has the nerve to smirk at me. Triumph shadows his expression. “You’re going to be a good girl and obey me, aren’t you?”
“I’m trying!”
“Don’t fail me. You won’t like the consequences.”
Dread coils through me. Distrust. I grit my teeth, determined to take control of my body.
But ignoring the exquisite friction of Sebastian’s cock rubbing me to a place of surrender is too much to handle. A desperate groan bleeds from my tight lips, and I hold back with everything I’ve got.
“Please,” I gasp once more in a last-ditch call for mercy.
“You’re so perfect,” Tatum praises. “Such a good girl for trying so hard to obey.”
Sebastian’s not helping the situation. He’s relentless in his unbroken pace, as gone as I am. Shaking and gasping for air, I deploy every ounce of my will power.
“Get off his lap, Novalee.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” Tatum’s authoritative voice halts Sebastian’s movement, and I gape at my tormentor through the haze of arousal graying my vision.
“I need to come! You can’t be this cruel.”
He gets up, crosses the jacuzzi, and tilts my chin up with one finger. “Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a cock in your ass and a tongue in your cunt at the same time?”
No, but I’m thinking about it now, and my groan gives away the trajectory of my thoughts.
“You have two options, beautiful. Stay here and get off, or come inside and let us both blow your mind.”
What happens next plays out like a fuzzy movie.
A movie that will no doubt end in disaster.
Sebastian goes rigid underneath me, his cock snug against my sex, while Tatum holds out a hand. It’s an indecent proposal, one I should turn down.
Without a doubt.
I hesitate.
Whimper.
My heart rate goes ballistic.
Somehow, my hand finds its way into Tatum’s firm grip, and he pulls me off of Sebastian and out of the hot water.
9
This is a horrible mistake. Regret floods my mind, made worse by voice-stealing panic as Tatum leads me through the dark penthouse. Sebastian follows, his footfalls landing on the cold marble with something close to sorrow.
Paying no attention to the water dripping off our feverish bodies, we enter the room where Tatum slept alone last night. The bright buildings of downtown shine a spotlight on the humongous bed—as if that light is prepared to bear witness to the absolute betrayal about to take place.
And I’m helpless to stop it. My teeth clamp on my lower lip as Tatum pushes me onto the end of the mattress. Keeping my chin dipped toward my bare breasts, I hide from Sebastian’s gaze, though I can’t hide from the hurt I know lingers in those blue depths.
“You’ve got another choice to make.” Tatum trails his fingers through my short hair. “Whose cock do you want?”
“Sebastian’s.” It’s an easy decision, and despite the conflicted emotions tearing through me, I shiver in anticipation at the thought of him entering my body again.
