She still didn’t know if Greyson would ever want her to call him Master eventually the way Diego did, but either way she was determined not to disappoint him. It was also the first time she was supposed to call Diego Master outside of the bedroom. She liked that he didn’t want her to call him that all the time, but she was happy to whenever he required it of her.
Justin Huntington stood behind the bar. He grinned when he saw them. “Hey, guys. Did you come here to dance?”
Diego smirked at Justin’s teasing grin.
Greyson’s eyes narrowed, but Mellie knew him well enough to know he was amused. “Right. That’s why she’s wearing a training collar.”
Justin chuckled. “What are you guys having?”
“Ginger ale for the lady,” Greyson replied.
“You got it. Anything for either of you guys?”
Diego shook his head. “Nothing for me.”
“We’re fine,” Greyson agreed. “Just for her.” He turned to Diego and her. “I’m gonna set up. I’ll let you guys know when it’s ready.”
Diego gave him a warm smile. His dark eyes simmered with quiet affection for his best friend. “I will keep an eye on her, lover.”
Greyson’s pupils dilated and his eyes narrowed to warning slits for a split second before he quickly turned to go set up a room for them.
The caring hand Diego had petting Mellie’s back paused when he apparently caught his verbal slip up. Hopefully Greyson came around to being open about things between them at some point.
Justin wore a mischievous grin as he poured her gold-colored soda. “Whoa. What did I miss?”
Diego cleared his throat and faced the bar with her. “Nothing.”
She sat down on one of the barstools.
“No, no, no. Not nothing.” Justin pushed the glass of fizzy, bubbling pop toward her. “Here you go, Melanie.”
“Thank you, sir.” She savored the not too sweet flavor of liquid ginger.
“No. Not Sir, hon. I’m not a Dom.” Justin’s eyes flickered over to someone at a table talking with somebody. She didn’t know the one gentleman, but the other man was Aiden Friel, one of the owners of the club.
“I meant it in a polite non-BDSM way,” she explained.
Justin smiled. “That might get confusing around here. Justin is fine. And you...” He turned to Diego with an accusing smirk. “What was that ‘lover’ business all about?”
Diego kept from smiling, but it showed in his eyes despite his mild annoyance. “Never you mind.”
“Uh-huh. I know things.” Justin nodded, looking smug. “Oh yeah. You know what I think? I think—”
“Are you working, Justin?” a male voice asked him in a beautiful Irish accent.
Justin straightened up from his slumped-over-the-counter-and-grinning-like-an-idiot position when he saw Aiden Friel, one of his bosses. “Yes, sir, very hard.”
“Good.” Aiden turned to Diego. “How have you been?”
They talked for a second while Mellie drank her ginger ale and Justin organized some bottles and looked busy. After Aiden walked back over to the table where he’d been conversing with a man, Diego turned to her. “Dolce, I’ll be in the men’s room for a moment. Wait here for me.”
“Watch her for me, Justin. I don’t want anyone to snatch her up.”
Justin gave him a thumbs-up and then started wiping the bar after Diego left.
“So how do you like working here?” she asked.
“I like it. My boss Aiden is kind of a hard-ass, but he’s hot—cool.” Justin blinked rapidly and cleared his throat, scrubbing the bar furiously.
Mellie bit her lip to keep from laughing. She’d wondered if those subtle looks she’d seen Justin shooting in Aiden’s direction during a couple of her visits here meant anything. The way Justin sneaked peeks at Aiden and the heat and curiosity that shimmered in his eyes reminded her of a virgin with a secret crush on the bad boy.
She noticed Justin’s friend, Brighton McAlister coming over.
“Man, there are a lot of nice tits here tonight.” His grin fled when he saw Mellie sitting there. “Oops. Sorry. I meant, I respect the hell out of those ladies.”
Justin cracked a lopsided smile. “You shouldn’t be out in the open. Shane might see you and throw you out of here.”
“I’ll take my chances.” Brighton leaned up against the bar. “Aren’t you gonna ask me why I’m so happy?”
“You’re always happy,” Justin replied.
“Okay, I’ll tell you.” Brighton stood up straight, looking excited. “I just heard from Danielle’s brother, Dominic, that she’s moving back here from Chicago. Isn’t that great?”
Justin’s brows popped up in surprise. “No kidding? You mean your letter actually worked?”
“I’m guessing so. She never replied or anything, but now she’s moving back here and she’s single again from what I heard.” Brighton wiggled his eyebrows. “Things are happening, my friend. David and I are gonna claim her as our own. Plus with Danielle coming back, maybe Cole will finally come home. He’s been in London for years. Keeps disregarding our attempts to get him to come home. Brothers, huh?”
Justin gave a shrug of his hand. “What are you gonna do?”
Mellie noticed Heller Enos approaching. The tall, tattooed biker looked intimidating with his facial hair, his bald head, and larger-than-life muscles.
Brighton’s eyes bugged out. “Well, look at you. I bet you get people asking you to fight all the time, don’t you?”
Heller smirked. “Not usually. I remember you. Mellie, right?”
She smiled. “Yeah, and you’re Heller?”
“Yes, ma’am. Nice to see you again.” Heller turned to face Justin. “Sex on the beach.”
Justin grinned. “That would be hot.”
Heller snickered and leaned forward. “No. I meant I want sex on the beach.”
The look on Justin’s face was priceless. His eyes got huge and he looked like he’d fall over. “Uh…I’m actually straight.”
Mellie stifled a laugh. “I think he means the drink.”
“And you...” Diego turned to him. “Apologize to me.”
“What the hell for?”
“For saying that no one gives a damn about you. Do I have to remind you of all the times I’ve been there for you and understood you when everyone else said you were an ass?”
Mellie felt bad. She didn’t want to be like everyone else to Greyson. She wanted to be as important in his life as Diego was. She made a mental note not to ever insult him again.
“It was a figure of speech,” Greyson said in irritation. “Get your hand off my nuts.”
His features contorted with discomfort when Diego looked him right in the eye and squeezed his sac unapologetically.
“I do not care for figures of speech. I prefer you to say what you mean. If words aren’t enough for you, I would be more than happy to lodge my dick up your ass and fuck the reminder of my feelings back into you.”
Greyson flushed with color and averted his eyes, stealing her heart all over again. “I’m sorry.”
“I forgive you.” Diego’s lips twitched in a mischievous smile. “Apologize to Melanie for being an ass.”
“Excuse me? You just rebuked her for calling me that.”
“She’s your submissive. She had no right. I’m your Dom and I will not have discord between the two of you when I’m in the mood to fuck.”
Greyson rolled his eyes. “Now who’s the ass?”
Diego’s brows elevated a bit and his dark eyes took on that “Is that how you want to play this” mode. Smiling devilishly when he saw someone enter the shower, he pulled his fingers out of Mellie and moved his free hand to grasp Greyson’s penis. Mellie’s mouth watered when his flesh swelled in Diego’s grip.
“It makes no difference to me whose ass I fuck tonight,” Diego murmured.
Pre-cum seeped from the slit as Greyson’s gaze transferred to her. “I’m sorry.”
Diego let go of him and then lubed his own cock.
When the woman on the other end was done showering and had toweled off and then left, the trio was alone again.
Mellie touched Greyson’s arm. “I really am sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to make you feel like a charity case.”
His expression eased and became more affable. “I’m sorry, too.”
Both men sandwiched her in before Diego picked her up and lowered her onto Greyson’s erection. Her drawn out moan joined his and she felt so full and sensitized inside. His flesh throbbed and burned against her inner walls. His drenched skin stuck to hers and warmed her up where their chests and bellies touched.
“You’re so beautiful, Melanie,” Greyson whispered.
“Thank you, Sir.”
She locked her legs around him and felt hands spreading open her ass cheeks. The broad head of Diego’s cock thrilled her anus with a gentle brush over it before pressing unpleasant pressure there. The slick trail of lube eased his way, but his girth wasn’t anything to laugh at. It proved itself with every dull burn it sparked as it wiggled past her snug grip of muscle.
Mellie felt faint when she heard the door open.
“You said exhibition was a soft limit for you,” Greyson reminded her in a low octave. “How soft are we talking?”
She gave him a meek smile, bracing herself against the dick waging war on her tight passage. “Very soft, Sir.”
Greyson flashed her a grin and then kissed the tip of her nose. The endearing gesture reminded her that the hard-ass had a tender side. At times she wondered if only she and Diego had ever witnessed it.
Speaking of Diego...blessings to the saints, had he always been this big? Maybe he was extra aroused tonight. It was the first time she’d ever been double-teamed by Greyson and Diego together. Their cocks were the biggest of her five cowboys.
This time a middle-aged woman showered off under one of the spraying heads. Her breasts sagged, possibly from nurturing the next generation, and she had visible flaws on her body, but she was in reasonably good shape for someone of her age. The freckles splattered all over her pale skin made her body interesting. Mellie liked that the woman had enough confidence in herself to bare it all in public, loose skin and stretch marks be damned.
More than that, she liked that the woman kept her glances at their threesome discreet rather than leering at them.
Diego finally nested his prick fully inside her. He held Mellie’s thighs up and she rested her arms over Greyson’s shoulders and threaded her fingers together, clasping her hands.
The men began to stroke inside her and this time two males came in and showered. They seemed more like friends than lovers as they conversed quietly while washing off. They were less tactful about taking in their three-way. Both men grinned at each other and had their tongues hanging out while Greyson and Diego had their way with Mellie.
Being observed while having sex was as humiliating as it was a massive turn-on. It didn’t seem to matter whether it was a man or woman watching them. These people saw this and she grew hot because of it.
Mellie buried her face in Greyson’s neck and breathed in the intoxicating natural scent of him mixed with Rain Zest or whatever fresh, clean fragrance the shower gel was called. She felt loved and protected while trapped between the two of them. She didn’t know which part of their bodies inflamed her more—their hard, slippery torsos baking against her soft skin, or their monstrous erections tunneling deep into her body.
Their cocks had her sweet spot burning up again. It would take nothing to set her off when her G-spot was this swollen and afflicted with heat. Overpowering tingles and blistering fire devoured the thin threads of composure that held her lady in public persona together. The inferno spread and plagued her with euphoric shudders and violent tremors. Her holes constricted around their impossibly wide shafts, tearing poorly muted cries from them as they tried to hold back their releases.
“G–god,” she breathed.