Simple lust.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Roe

  “Well, what did you think?” Holden and I had gotten back to our table and Mr. Archer was staring right at me. He wanted my opinion and it made me feel good, feel grown-up. My opinion mattered.

  I finished off my glass and Finn refilled it. “It was fun to watch. Entertaining, wanton.” I took a sip from my fresh champs. I could still see the slight tightness in Holden’s pants, evidence of exactly how hot it was out on that dance floor. I was turned on too, no denying it. “We can do better though.”

  Finn’s father grinned, amused. “What did you have in mind?”

  Owning a nightclub was never something I saw myself doing. To be honest, I never really saw myself doing anything. I hadn’t even graduated high school yet. Being here in Atlanta, being treated like an adult with a valued opinion, it was nice. It was something I could get used to. “This place is fun. It’s bright, it’s packed, it’s chaotic. Ripped men and stick-thin women. Distraction reminds me of a resort in Cancun. Young, wild, and free.”

  He cocked his head. “And that’s a bad thing?”

  “You’re young, wild, free for such a short time. This club appeals to, what? People in their early twenties. Looking for a quickie in the bathroom and bottle service on their birthdays.” I glanced at Finn, smiling when I saw the smirk on his face. He knew exactly where I was headed. “What happens when you grow up? Where do you go when it takes more to excite you? More to get your blood humming?”

  Holden scooted closer to the edge of his seat, joining in and following my train of thought perfectly. “She’s right. This place is good for the twenty to twenty-seven demographic. But who wants to cater to those guys? They’re flighty, always looking for the next big thing. The newest club, the longest line. No staying power, no loyalty.”

  Finn’s smile grew, like he was proud of us. “You’re right, you two. Now tell me about our club.”

  “It’s dark. Candles and low lighting. Deep red upholstery, soft leather couches. The VIP areas have thick velvet curtains you can close. The music doesn’t give you a migraine, the champagne is way more expensive than four hundred dollars a bottle.” I held my glass out, drawing attention to the subpar selection.

  Finn nodded in agreement, coaxing us to keep going. “What’s the draw?”

  Holden slid his hand between my crossed knees. “Sex.” He let out a quiet chuckle. “It’s always sex, right? This place sells it, naked girls with a little dirty dancing.” He pointed at Preston. “Your club sells more than sex though. Your club sells sin, your club sells decadence.”

  “You mean our club.” Mr. Archer used his hands to encompass the building we were sitting in. “I thought this was what I wanted. Young, wild, and free. That’s why I agreed to bring you three on. To be completely honest, I thought that’s what the three of you were, naïve and crazy. But tonight, you proved me wrong on more than one count. I want everything you just said. I want staying power and loyalty. I want the elite. I want decadence.” He held out his glass. “So let’s toast, to our new club. Decadence.”

  Mr. Archer and the three of us drank into the night. We talked and made notes in our phones about our new business venture. Preston was going to start the process immediately. Said he wanted press on this as soon as possible. By the time he left Distraction, with our hostess I might add, we had a photo shoot and interview set up for tomorrow morning. He assured us the piece wouldn’t run until after graduation, until after Holden and I were far away from our asshole parents and their delusions about us attending college. Once he left, Finn came over and sat on the couch between us and we drank some more.

  Finn rarely let loose, and he rarely had more than a few drinks if we were out in public.

  “I think I like Atlanta Finn more too.” Holden held his glass up and raised it to Finn.

  “What is with you and all this Atlanta Finn, Atlanta Roe Boat?” I sat my now-empty glass of champagne on the table.

  “You two are different here. You’re freer.” Holden ran his hand along my thigh, pushing my dress up farther. “See? Peyton Pointe Roe would be looking around. Making sure no one was watching. Making sure no one from school was around to see her enjoying my touch.”

  “Those kids don’t need any more ammo. I refuse to give them another reason to talk behind my back, to call me a whore as soon as I turn around.” Holden and Finn were my only friends and I’d come to terms with that a long time ago. I was okay with it. They were all I needed. That didn’t mean it didn’t still sting a little. It didn’t mean it didn’t affect me.

  Finn put his hand on my cheek. “You are too good for that town, baby. We are going to get you out of there as soon as we can.” He leaned in, kissing my jaw and then my neck.

  Holden squeezed my upper thigh. “This is the way it needs to be, babe. The three of us, having fun, not giving a flying fuck who’s watching.” His palm moved around my body to grip my ass, pulling me closer to him.

  I’d never had them this way before. Never had them both touching me like this at one time. I’d thought about it and wondered what it would be like if we’d ever get to this place. It was dark in this club: the alcohol had been flowing all night and inhibitions were low. No one knew us here. Not yet anyway. Fuck it. I turned my head to the side to kiss Finn.

  I felt Holden’s mouth by my ear, while his hand kneaded my ass. “There you go, babe. Isn’t this so much better?” He was right, this was more fun. More fun than constantly stopping the things we really wanted, constantly cautious of who was watching us. Finn’s kisses traveled from my lips to my neck, Holden’s mouth replaced his, stealing my breath. Their hands roamed, teased, stroked. I slid my fingers up their thighs, ghosting touches on their hardening cocks.

  I dipped my head to Holden so he could hear my whisper over the loud music. “Take me home.”

  He pulled back so he could see my eyes, a wicked twinkle in his. “You ready for bed?”

  “No.” I held his gaze until he glanced away, looked to Finn, and then back to me.

  “Good girl. Us either.”

  “Let’s go.” Finn rose, taking my hand in his and helping me stand. Holden grabbed my half-finished second bottle of champagne out of the ice bucket and followed us out the door. It was silent in our limo, none of us talking. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to put into words what I wanted, what I was thinking.

  Holden and Finn were busy communicating with their eyes. I could feel them doing it. I didn’t mind. This was as much their decision as it was mine. There were three people in this car, in this relationship. I’d always been curious, I’d always wondered…

  The limo slowed to a stop and when the driver came to open our door I was surprised to see that we weren’t at the Ritz. “You took me home.”

  Finn smiled, kissing the back of my hand. “That’s what you asked for, right? You wanted to come home. Well, this is our home now. The three of us.” He climbed out of the car and then helped me do the same.

  Holden wrapped his arms around my front, kissing my neck. I leaned my head back against him. “How did you even… Is it even ours yet?”

  I felt him laugh against me. “Finn’s magic, babe.”

  Finn opened the front door, and then tossed the keys in the air, catching them easily. “What my people want, my people get.”

  Holden and I took off, both of us running. We didn’t stop until we’d collapsed on the large master bed. The house was cool, like the air conditioner had been left on. There were lights on in the bedroom and hallway. Our luggage was in the closet. Finn had always planned on bringing us back here. I pointed to our suitcases and Holden chuckled, shaking his head. “He really is something, isn’t he?”

  “We’re very lucky.” I rolled over on my stomach and rested my chin on Holden’s chest.

  “I thought you two weren’t ready for bed.” We turned to see Finn resting his shoulder against the door frame. He held up my champagne bottle. “More?”

  I rose up on my knees. “Yes, please.” He came over and sat down on the edge of the bed and handed me my drink. I took it, swallowed a swig, and then gave it to Holden.

  “Champs and whiskey. Yeah, I’m going to feel like shit tomorrow.” He took a pull anyway. He didn’t bother offering it to Finn. Finn didn’t like champagne. At all.

  Finn reached out and ran his knuckles along my cheek and then down the column of my throat. It made me think about earlier this afternoon with him in this bed. It made me want more. He knew it too, because he smirked when he said, “We need to talk about this, Roe. If this is what you really want to do, then we need to talk it out first.” Ever the voice of reason in the middle of Holden’s and my party.

  I knew he was right, though. This was something we’d never done before, never even discussed doing before. It was all a little fast, I knew that. Being with Holden, then Finn. Finding a home, opening the club together. Being in Atlanta. It was like we were finally where we were supposed to be. This was the life we were supposed to have. The three of us, here together. Peyton Pointe seemed far away. So far removed from the day we’d spent here together. “Is this okay? I mean, are the two of you…”

  Finn turned, studying me, wearing a smirk on his beautiful face. “We aren’t both going to have sex with you, Roe. Not tonight, it’s too much, too soon.” He looked at Holden, who nodded in silent agreement. “If you want to try this, we’re both game. But we both have our limits.”

  Holden ran his hands up my bare thighs, his thumbs coming close to my center under my short red dress. “Finn obviously has more than I do.”

  I met Finn’s eyes. “I trust you two, and I need you to trust me. Anyone gets uncomfortable, we stop. Right?”

  He nodded, then glanced over at Holden. “Turn out the lights.”

  Holden got up and switched off everything until the only light coming into the room was from the street. It was peeking through the heavy wooden blinds, casting diagonal shadows across the bed. I watched as Holden got undressed, discarding everything except his maroon boxer briefs. He picked up the champagne bottle, taking another drink, but never taking his eyes off me.

  “Get on your knees.” Finn spoke against my neck, causing goosebumps to break out against my skin. I did as I was told and he unzipped my dress, tossing it to the floor like it hadn’t cost thousands of dollars. He moved my hair to the side, kissing my shoulders, then my collarbone. I closed my eyes and leaned into him, his hands pulling me back until I was lying against the cool white sheets. “Holden.”

  Finn was running this show, like he ran everything else. At his soft command I felt the bed dip under Holden’s weight. Butterflies started to flutter in my stomach. I wasn’t nervous, I was excited. I was turned on. I wanted this. I wanted them.

  I opened my eyes and looked up at Finn when Holden’s lips connected with my stomach. I watched as Finn took off his shirt, his pants, while Holden removed my lace thong and placed wet kisses along the inside on my thighs.

  “What do you want him to do, baby?” Finn lay out next to me, his hand stroking from the base of my throat to the space between my breasts. His mouth at my ear, whispering, “Tell me what you want, Roe, and I’ll make him do it.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Finn

  She closed her eyes and took a deep breath like she was gathering the courage to tell me what she wanted. “I want him, uh, I want him to touch me.” She sounded shy. The dirty words I knew she could say didn’t come.

  I didn’t push her, not this time, this was new to all of us. I peered down the bed, catching my best friend’s eye. “Holden. Touch her.”

  I watched as he put his palms on the inside of her thighs, pushing them back and exposing her pussy to us both, his mouth swooping down and connecting with her clit. Her back arched off the bed when he slid two fingers inside her. He smirked against her core. “Like this, babe?”

  I dipped lower and licked up the side of her neck, putting my lips back against the shell of her ear. “Is that what you wanted?” When she nodded, her left hand automatically went to Holden’s blond hair, holding him in place. Her eyes were closed, she was lost in her head. I wanted her here, I wanted her present, taking in everything about tonight. “Look at me, Roe.” She bit her lip, her brow furrowing. “Roe.”

  She opened her eyes, gazing right into mine. She moved her right hand down my body, slipping it inside my briefs. I was rock-hard. Everything about the picture before me was a turn-on. She started to stroke me, causing my breath to hitch in my chest. My hand automatically tightened on her slender throat. I wanted more. But tonight was about Roe. About what she wanted, about her exploring.

  “Is he doing a good job, baby?”

  She nodded her head.

  I gestured toward the end of the bed, my grin wicked. “Tell him.”

  Holden had her so close to the edge, but every time she was about to come, he’d back off. He knew her tells, her sounds, as well as I did. And it was probably odd to say, but he was doing a really good fucking job. “Holden, please don’t fucking stop. It’s so good.”

  I nipped her jaw. “Good girl.”

  She continued to work my shaft and I continued to work her hot little body. I kept my hand at her throat, because I knew she loved it. I took her nipple between my finger and thumb, pinching. Because I knew it would send shocks straight down to Holden. We knew our girl, and both of us working her like this? I was almost jealous of her pleasure.

  “What about H?”

  I smirked when Roe spoke, her words strained, coming out in between pants. I was pretty sure I already knew the answer, but if Roe wanted me to check on him, then I would. I propped up on one elbow, looking down the bed at my best friend. Just what I thought. “Don’t worry about H, baby. He’s doing fine.” Holden was watching our every move, his free hand on his dick. I figured he’d like this view best of all, and I was right.

  I got up on my knees, removing my briefs. I didn’t need to tell her what to do, I didn’t need to ask. Roe grabbed my shaft and wrapped her plump lips around the head of my dick. I put my hand on the back of her head, keeping her in place, pumping my hips quickly. I needed to come, and I needed to do it before she did. Holden was going to make our girl fucking explode, and I didn’t want anything else distracting her. I looked over at him, and he winked. He’d pulled back, only his fingers still working her. His other hand on his own dick, stroking himself as he watched Roe give me head, his gaze dark.

  She was a beautiful sight, sprawled out on the crisp white sheets. Her hair all over the place and little beads of sweat on her beautiful skin. I leaned my head back, letting the pleasure overwhelm everything else. I pumped into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat as I came.

  “Fuck.” Holden cursed from the foot of the bed. The room went silent, Holden and I both coming down.

  I collapsed onto the pillows behind Roe’s head. I kissed her jaw, her neck. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby.” I ran my nose up her throat, licking under her ear.

  “Touch me. Both of you.” Her words were no longer whispered, no longer shy.

  I put my hand back on the base of the throat, and her back arched once again when Holden put his mouth where it belonged on her core. “You like that? Is that what you want?” She nodded, her bottom lip between her perfect white teeth. I tightened my hand on her neck and kept my mouth against her ear. “Is he doing a good job, Roe? Tell him, baby, tell him how much you love it.”

  Her moans filled the room, the whole fucking house. “Oh god, Holden, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Both her hands went to his hair.

  “Good girl.” I let my teeth scrape her ear. “Take what you need, fuck his fingers, he loves it. He wants you too.”

  “Oh. God. Don’t. Stop.”

  “Come for us, Roe. Let us hear you fucking fall apart, baby.”

  “Finn.” My name came out as a whisper. “Holden.” His as a scream while she came.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Holden

  Everything about today had been the best day of my life. You’d think yesterday, last night with Roe, would have taken the cake. No. It was today. Finding our dream house, starting the nightclub with Preston Archer. The cherry on top was being in the bed like this, with the two people I loved most in this world.

  I’d always wondered when, if, it would happen. If there would be a day where we’d all be together like we had tonight. It was better than I could’ve imagined. It wasn’t awkward, it wasn’t forced or uncomfortable. It felt natural. It felt right. Roe and Finn were everything. They were my friends, my family, my heart.

  “Hey, you okay?” Roe rolled to the side, pushing my hair back off my forehead. It wasn’t how things normally worked in our bed. I was always asleep first. Finn was the one softly snoring beside our girl though.

  “Yeah. Just having trouble falling asleep.” I smiled into the darkness. “New house noises.”

  “You aren’t worried, right? About what happened tonight?” I didn’t have to see her face to know she was frowning, and she was worried about upsetting Finn or me.

  “No, babe. Not at all.” I licked my lips, letting a sexy smirk take over. “It was so fucking hot, sharing you like that. Tasting you while he touched you. I could hear every word he whispered. Fuck. It was amazing.”

  “You’ll want to do it again?”

  She’d liked it too. The reason she was awake was worry, concern that we’d never let her feel pleasure like that again. “Babe, if Finn woke up, I’d do it again right this second.”

  She smiled, like the fear was melting away from her mind. “I love you both, so much.”

  “And we love you, Roe Boat.” I scooted closer, resting my forehead against her shoulder, needing to touch her, always. “Go back to sleep, you need your rest.” I threw my arm across her waist and breathed in her sweet scent.

 

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