Her Dirty Bartenders (Men at Work #5) - Mika Lane Page 0,44

to know.

“Don’t worry about the details, darlin’,” Robbie said. “But we’ll make sure he leaves you alone, even if he has to learn the hard way.”

“Wow. Thanks, guys.”

Their promise was comforting, but also made me nervous. I didn’t want anyone going too far.

Whatever ‘too far’ meant.

“There’s something else we wanted to discuss with you,” Maze said when we were nearly finished.

Um. Okay. I’d been wondering why I’d been invited for dinner with the three of them. Aside from the obvious reasons.

“I mentioned the other day about sharing,” Cab said.

Like I could forget.

I nodded slowly, looking at each guy one at a time. God, they were fucking beautiful. And they were all looking right back at me, with pretty serious expressions.

“Right. But I'm still not sure what that means.”

“You would be with all of us, darlin’,” Robbie said. “We’d share you. It’s our thing.”

I still didn’t get it, and I suppose confusion was written all over my face from the way the guys reacted.

“For one thing, you know I’m on my way to LA—” I started to say.

Maze held his hands up. “Stell, you like Denver. You could consider sticking around. You could get your yoga teacher certificate, and work at the bar once in a while if you wanted to when we had parties and stuff.”

They wanted me to stick around? That I was not expecting. I also wasn't expecting the fluttery feeling in my stomach that followed.

“Um, geez. I’m… flattered.”

My thoughts wandered back to the other night when we’d all been together.

Yum.

Not knowing what else to do, I stood and began removing empty plates from the table. But as I came around the corner of the table, Cab took my hand and brought it to his lips.

Tilting his head, he smiled at me. “I gotta tell you guys, this woman was beautiful when we were growing up, but she’s even more beautiful now.”

“Oh my god. Shut up,” I said, play-smacking him.

“I believe it, man,” Robbie said, jumping to his feet. “C’mon, darlin’. Put the dishes down. Let’s get more comfortable.”

Well then.

Our fingers intertwined, I followed him to the living room, all rustic with exposed beams and a stone fireplace taking up almost an entire wall. The sofas and chairs were laden with fluffy throw pillows, and a cowhide rug covered the floor.

I did a three-sixty to take it all in. “I love it.”

As I finished, Robbie placed his hands on the sides of my face, having removed his glasses to reveal the same eyes his baby boy had.

“Wow is right,” he said, pressing his forehead against mine and closing his eyes.

I fell into him. I wanted to forget the Vaughn bullshit and just feel. And I was on my way.

I pressed my lips to Robbie’s, while two hands wandered under my shirt from behind. When they reached my breasts, they pushed my bra aside and rubbed my nipples until they were hard and aching.

Robbie took a step back to unbutton my blouse, and when it had fallen to the floor, he smiled. “Look at those tits.”

“Indeed,” Cab said as he pulled my hard points.

Maze appeared on my left. “Such a special girl. So pretty, smart, and gutsy.”

Here I was with the three guys again and I was pretty sure I’d died and gone to heaven. Or if I hadn’t, I sure hoped heaven was like this.

I reached for Maze. I needed to kiss him just like I had Robbie. He was protective.

They were all protective. And it felt so good.

I’d known these guys only a short period of time, and yet their kindness had created such a deep connection between us. I wanted it to grow.

Even if I knew it might not be a wise thing to do.

While I kissed Maze, Cab removed my bra and Robbie relieved me of my blue jeans. His fingers slipped inside my sheer panties to run through my wet folds.

It felt so fucking good.

I reached for Maze’s belt and had it and his trousers open in seconds. I fumbled through a tangle of boxers and wrapped my fingers around his big, rigid cock, the one I’d held just a couple nights before.

“Oh, that feels nice, baby,” he murmured against my lips.

I had to have my mouth on him. I dropped to my knees and held him by the root. There was a small drop of precum on the tip of his head and I rubbed it on my lips, licking him clean.

“You like the taste of my cum?” he said in a deep,