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  “More than that,” she whispered.

  “Wow.”

  Looked like I wasn’t the only one in over her head in places she shouldn’t be.

  “What?”

  “You got hooked, huh?”

  Adele sighed, nodding.

  “Look,” I pulled her into a big hug, squeezing her tight. “You look fucking amazing, and whatever the scandal, I love seeing you this smiley. So just go to this ball at your uncle's tonight, I’ll go to my thing, and we’ll figure it all out.”

  She sighed. “Promise?”

  “Hey, what are servants for?”

  Adele laughed.

  Chapter 9

  Dean

  She was quiet in the limo a few days later. I could tell she was nervous, but damn did she look gorgeous. Her chestnut hair was pulled up on top of her head, and she wore this hot as sin little black cocktail dress that I knew would turn some heads at the club.

  Heads were fine, but if it turned any hands, I was prepared to fucking break them.

  She sat facing the three of us in the back of the limo, her eyes darting between us.

  “Do you have anything to drink in here?”

  I smiled. “Nervous?”

  “Um, yes.”

  “Don’t be.”

  “Easy for you to say, since you guys do this all the time.”

  “We don’t actually,” Jace said quietly.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean were members, we’ve gone, but,” he shook his head, and I took over.

  “It’s all meant nothing, Anya. It’s all been empty.”

  “We’ve never brought anyone either,” Killian growled.

  “Seriously?”

  He nodded, popping some champagne from the mini fridge and pouring her a glass.

  “Well, I guess I feel special.”

  “You should.”

  She swallowed.

  “Do I have to— I mean does everyone have to…”

  I knew what she was asking.

  “You don’t have to do anything tonight, beautiful. You can just watch.”

  “People don’t mind?”

  “They wouldn’t be fucking in the middle of a living room if they did.”

  She grinned at Killian, and I was glad he was doing a better job than me of lightening the mood.

  “Anya, the men who gave you the bracelet—”

  “I don’t know them.”

  “I know, and that they gave you it without explaining it to you was bullshit. But, the rules are rules, and there could be issues if they’re there tonight and see you with us.”

  Her brow furrowed.

  “Look this might be fucked up, but,” I glanced at Jace and he growled under his breath.

  “I knew she’d hate this.”

  Anya laughed. “Hate what?”

  I sighed as I passed her the box.

  “What’s this?”

  I just nodded at it, so she slowly pulled it open, her eyes going a little wide as she pulled out the long, blonde wig inside.

  She was quiet.

  “Fuck, this was a stupid fucking ide—”

  She started laughing.

  “I love it!”

  Killian groaned.

  “No, really!” She looked up, genuinely looking happy as she beamed at us. “No, honestly, this is great. I can just be someone else tonight. Isn’t that kind of the idea of the club anyways?”

  She had a good point.

  “I mean, hey, if you guys have a thing for blondes—”

  “We have a thing for you,” I growled.

  She gasped as I moved across the divide between us, and before she even said a thing, I was kissing her.

  Hard.

  Hard enough that she knew I meant it.

  I pulled away, seeing the blush on her face. She touched her lips, her eyes flashing at me before she looked past me at Killian and and Jace.

  “The feeling is shared with us if you're curious,” Killian growled.

  “Oh is it?”

  “Yes,” he hissed, as he and Jace pushed past me and slid to either side of her. She gasped as Killian took her mouth first, kissing him fiercely as Jace ran his hand up her legs and over her hips.

  She pulled away, moving to Jace and kissing him as Killian’s mouth found her neck.

  Fuck, I was so hard watching this start to unfold, but we were also so close. Too close to keep this going.

  Jace and Killian pulled away, all three of them breathing heavily. I reached into one of the side boxes and pulled out our four masks — three of the plain members ones for us, and one of the slightly silvered, feminine ones meant for “guests” for Anya. I watched as she slipped her blonde wig, on, tucking the errant tendrils of chestnut underneath it before pulling on her mask.

  We did the same as the car came to a stop.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Yes,” she whispered fiercely.

  Killian pulled her close, his lips brushing her ear.

  “Then it’s time to jump into the deep end, beautiful.”

  We’d arrived late again, and again, the party was already underway. Groups were already undressing or undressed around the room. I watched a red-haired girl moan in ecstasy as the two men fucking her from either end drove in deep, making her scream.

  Anya’s hand found mine, squeezing.

  “Don’t be nervous,” I whispered.

  “I’m not.”

  She turned.

  “I’m excited.”

  Her hand squeezed mine, and I saw a bit of fire flash in those deep blue eyes.

  We moved through a doorway into another room, and she stopped. A crowd was forming around the brunette and the three men in the dimly lit room. Slowly, already nude, the brunette sank to her knees as the men disrobed.

  These guys, like us, took care of their bodies, and hard muscles made the brunette moan as they stripped. They were packing too — not as much as us, I thought with a smug grin, but this girl was in for some fun.

  Slowly, she reached up and started to suck one of them, moving her hand out towards another.

  Anya gasped.

  “Do you want to watch,” Killian murmured.

  “Yes,” she whispered, her cheeks flushed and her eyes locked on the scene in front of us.

  We moved to an empty couch along the far wall.

  “Sit on my lap,” Killian murmured. The sofa wasn’t big enough for four, but I knew the man had all sorts of other reasons.

  Not that I could blame him in the slightest.

  I imagined Anya’s tight little ass squirming in my lap as she watched what was about to happen unfold.

  Lucky bastard.

  She grinned, her eyes saying she knew exactly what we were thinking.

  “Smooth,” she whispered. “Picking the small couch?”

  Killian grinned.

  We sat and she moved onto his lap. The girl in front of us began to suck her three men one at a time, stroking two while she moaned around the third. Spit dripped from their slick shafts as they groaned, hands reaching down to cup her chin, play with her breasts and nipples, and pull her hair into a fist as she slurped on their cocks.

  Anya shifted, swallowing hard.

  “You okay?” Jace asked.

  “Very much so,” she said breathlessly.

  The men moved the girl onto a low, padded table. One went between her legs, pushing her knees back as he ran his tongue up and down her slick pussy. Anya gasped, shifting in Killian’s lap and squeezing her thighs together.

  He groaned, and she moaned quietly. And I knew she could feel my buddy’s big cock grinding against her ass.

  “Enjoying yourself?” I murmured.

  She nodded. “Uh-huh.”

  “Good,” I pulled her head around and kissed her neck. “Keep watching,” I murmured, my lips sucking on her earlobe. She moaned quietly, grinding on Killian’s lap as I kissed her neck.

  In front of us, the girl gasped as one of the other men moved to he
r breast, kissing her nipples and stroking her skin. The third guy stood by her head, and Anya moaned as the girl began to tongue his heavy balls and stroke his shaft.

  The man between her legs rose, and she cried out as he slipped the head of his cock against her wet pink pussy and eased inside. She moaned, bucking her hips and he pushed her knees back and started to fuck her, hard. Slick sound filled the room as his thick cock pumped in and out of her tight little slit.

  Anya gasped, and I glanced down to see Jace’s hands moving over her full tits. I knew she’d stop us if we went too far, but the look of pure lust on her face said it all.

  Her hand dropped to my leg, squeezing my thigh as she watched the foursome unfold in front of us. My hand moved to her breast as well — Jace and I each taking a side and rolling her nipples through her thin dress.

  She moaned, her hips moving in a circle as she ground on Killian’s erection. Her hand moved higher on my leg, and when she found the huge bulge at my crotch, her eyes went wide.

  She turned, kissing me hungrily.

  “Is this okay?”, she whispered.

  “Everything’s okay here,” I groaned.

  “I— this is crazy.”

  “You’re allowed to be crazy here.”

  Her hands started stroking me through my pants.

  “I— I want you,” she said, her voice heavy with lust. “I don’t know about that—” She nodded at the men and the girl, her moving onto her knees and straddling one of her men.

  “But, I want—”

  “We’ll go as far as you want,” I growled.

  She whimpered, her fingers tugging down my fly. She reached in, moaning as her fingers slipped over my big cock.

  “This feels so dirty.”

  “Good,” Killian growled, his hands grabbing her waist and pulling her tight against his erection. “Maybe for tonight you can be our dirty girl.”

  She moaned.

  Loudly.

  People turned, nodding before they turned back to the show.

  I groaned as her fingers wrapped around my cock, pulling my considerable length out and stroking me.

  “Fuck, you’re so big,” she whispered, her eyes growing wide. She turned, and I watched as she did the same to Jace.

  Fuck, this was happening. And the best part was, this wasn’t just “some fun,” and she wasn’t just “some girl.”

  I saw the way my friends were looking at her, and knew it was the same with them.

  We wanted her. Not just her body and not just for one night. But we wanted her. Everything. Every part of her, even the parts she wasn’t letting us see yet - the parts deep inside.

  I groaned as she started to stroke both of our cocks, her face a mask of lust as she ground on Killian’s still-trapped erection. He finally growled, lifting her small body up a little and reaching beneath her. He pulled his thick dick out, stroking it against her thigh as he pulled her short little cocktail dress up higher.

  She gasped, moaning as her panties were exposed to the room. But then, everyone was watching the girl on the low table getting fucked hard while she took turns drooling on the other two guys’ cocks.

  Killian slid his cock against her soaked panties, his length rubbing against her slit through her panties. He started pumping his hips, like he was fucking her creamy thighs, and Anya moaned wildly, her small hands pumping Jace and me.

  In front of us, one of them groaned, pulling away from the girl’s mouth and moving behind her. He crouched over her ass, his fingers reaching down to play with her asshole while his friend fucked her from underneath.

  Anya moaned, her eyes going wide.

  “Is he—”

  “Just watch, beautiful,” Jace groaned, his hand moving back to her breast and rolling a nipple under his thumb.

  The man behind the girl stroked his big dick as he crouched down, easing the head against her tight ass. She moaned like a woman possessed as he started to press in, his fat head slowly prying her tight little butt apart. The man roared and the girl under him screamed in ecstasy as he popped the head inside, and then slowly began to feed every inch of his cock up her ass.

  And Anya went wild. She started pumping Jace and me faster, her hips bucking against Killian’s shaft. The blonde hair tousled across her face as her eyes half-closed in pleasure.

  This might have been new to her, but damn was she into it.

  The man at the woman’s front moved back, pushing his cock into her mouth. The three of them began to move in unison, slowly pumping in and out of her together, and then moving faster. Hard muscles bunched and hands held her tight as they claimed her. Thick cocks slid in and out of the girl between them, at this point constantly orgasming, her screams of pleasure filling the room.

  Anya was gasping, losing herself in all of this and jumping head first into playing the part of the naughty girl that night. Her hands stroked us faster and faster, and before we knew it, Jace and I were reaching over, pulling the top of her dress down over her perfect tits, and moving our lips to her nipples.

  She moaned in ecstasy, throwing her head back and whimpering as we tongued her nipples. Killian’s cock was rubbing over her clit again and again through her panties, and when his lips found the back of her neck, she lost it.

  She cried out, her whole body shivering as her orgasm came crashing through her. Killian wasn’t far behind and with a grunt, his cock began to pulse between her thighs. Hot jets of cum pumped in thick ropes across her soaked, basically see-through panties, covering her belly and her thighs as he roared out his release right along with her.

  Jace grunted, and she moaned, pumping us both faster. He moaned, and I looked over to see him covering her hand in cum, his head thrown back in pleasure.

  “I’m close, beautiful,” I groaned, my fucking head spinning and my whole body ready to explode.

  “I want to taste you.”

  I raised a brow, my eyes blazing fire at her.

  “I’m your dirty girl tonight, remember?” she said, her voice thick with lust.

  I groaned.

  “Let me taste you,” she moaned.

  I stood, on the verge of exploding as she leaned forward, wrapped her lips around my cock, and inhaled me.

  Deep.

  I lasted about two full seconds more before I let out a groan and the orgasm hit me. She moaned as I filled her sweet little mouth with my cum, pumping my seed down her hungry throat as she stroked me.

  Slowly, I came back to orbit, pulling away and dropping to the couch.

  Holy. Fuck.

  The show in the middle of the room was over, and I realized people had been watching us through that last part.

  Anya blushed fiercely, hiding her face even if she was wearing a mask.

  “How was that?” Killian groaned into her ear.

  “Incredible,” she hissed.

  “Glad you came?”

  She grinned at Jace nodding as she took a glass of champagne from him and took a long slow sip.

  She nodded. “God yes.”

  She leaned forward, kissing me, and then Jace, and Killian before she groaned and slowly stood.

  “I think I’m going to go find a bathroom.”

  “We’ll be here,” I growled.

  “Want to give me a bracelet?”

  She grinned, like she was kidding.

  The thing was, I had one, in my jacket pocket. None of us had ever asked the front door check-in at a club get-together for a bracelet before, but I’d asked, discreetly, when her back was turned during our arrival that night.

  But, I knew giving it to her would be strange. She needed to go slower than that.

  “You want one?” I joked, though only half.

  She smiled. “I’ll be right back.”

  “Anyone gives you shit, just come get us,” Killian growled.

  “My prince charming,” she said with a dramatic bat of her eyes.

  “Charmings, plural.”

  She winked. “All for me, huh?”

  “
All yours, gorgeous,” I grinned, stroking her hand.

  She winked again. “I’ll be right back.”

  We watched her walk away, all of us silent.

  “Fuck,” Killian groaned.

  “Yeah, that,” Jace muttered.

  I knew what the fuck they both meant.

  We’d just gotten sucked in. We’d just fallen. The three of us had just gone from thinking she was amazing to falling completely for her.

  Hanging with her here and having some fun was one thing. This was another. She’d come there that night to have fun.

  …I didn’t know how she’d react when we told her all three of us were totally in love with her.

  Chapter 10

  Anya

  I was glowing. I felt like I was on cloud nine as I moved through the big house, again, back to my anonymity once I left the room behind.

  I could not believe I’d just done that! What’d just happened was by far the craziest thing I’d ever done, and I could still feel the excitement from it blazing through my body.

  They’d been amazing, and they’d made me feel so damn good. They’d made me feel like some sort of sex goddess. I could feel the warm stickiness between my legs, and the taste of Dean still on my tongue.

  I felt so dirty, and so naughty.

  And so alive.

  And it wasn’t just the sexy fun, or this place, though both of those things certainly had my pulse racing faster.

  But no, it was them. It was Jace, Killian, and Dean that had me feeling like this. And I knew — I knew what’d happened back there had been more than something fun and wild, even if I knew how stupid that sounded. Because what was this place except for hot, random, no strings fun, right?

  How could I possibly tell three men, who I barely knew, and who I’d met in this place that I had feelings for them, without coming off as silly, naive girl?

  I was still thinking it through when I rounded a corner, and froze.

  They were here. All three of my creeps from my first time here were standing about twenty feet away — Thomas, Carl, and Shawn.

  I gasped, jumping back behind a doorway before glancing carefully around the corner. They were with some other girl with black hair — a girl who clearly didn’t see how sleazy they were since she was kissing one while the other two ground against her. I watched as they all four tumbled into room, the door shutting.