Several drinks and many hours later, after walking the neighborhood for half of the night talking, we ended up right back at the club. The owner was a friend of Asher’s and had given him a key. He wanted to show me something and even though I had a sneaking suspicion what that something was, I smiled and looped my arm through his anyway.

We walked into inky black darkness. Asher put one hand on my shoulder and spoke. “Don’t move or you’ll break your neck tripping over something. I’ll get the lights.”

I tried not to panic as his voice faded away.

This was how horror films started. Poor, naïve girl meets a great guy. He takes her someplace special and just when she’s about to get lucky, the lights come on and he’s there, holding a machete and grinning like a lunatic. Have I mentioned that I have an irrational fear of horror movies? More specifically, that I’ll find myself starring in one?

The sound of an overhead halogen light clicking made me jump. It was only one light though, the one spotlighting the center of the stage. Asher appeared from behind the curtain area, jogged to the edge of the platform and held out his hand.

I let him pull me up on the stage. He did so easily and I came to a stop wrapped up inside of his massive arms. His lips only inches from my face, full and begging to be bitten. He leaned in to kiss me, then swerved at the last minute, brushing my cheek with a feather-light touch.

My legs trembled and I held on to him a little tighter. I did not want to be that girl that actually swoons, but damned if I wasn’t starting to understand how that could happened.

Asher lifted me easily by my rib cage and seated me on the bar stool in the middle of the stage. He walked around me slowly, tilting his head one way and then the other. I felt a bit like I was being stalked by a wild animal, which sent my heart into double-time.

“Uh, what are you doing?” I crossed one leg over the other and my arms over my chest.

He stopped in front of me, leveled his gaze and took my legs into his strong hands. He lifted them, spread them apart and stepped up to fill the void. I wrapped my legs around his hips, gulped, and gripped the edge of the barstool with my fingers. It wouldn’t do to get bucked off the stupid thing and interrupt whatever Asher’s plans were.

“I was just appreciating you with your clothes on. Before I peel them off.” His voice was low and dangerous; his face inches from my own.

“Confident, aren’t you?” I licked my lips and tried to sound more assertive then I was.

“Confident? That sounds like a nice way to say cocky.” He said, nuzzling the side of my face and neck. His breath felt hot upon my skin and I could tell that my nipples where poking through my shirt without even looking down.

“Cocky?” I repeated, a wobble in my voice.

“Uh, huh.” Asher nipped at my bottom lip, then pulled back to focus on my shirt.

He undid one button at a time, excruciatingly slow. With each one freed from its hole, my breath came quicker and my heart beat faster. With the last of them, Asher slipped my shirt over my shoulders with agonizing slowness. He traced the top-edge of my bra cups, dipping his fingers beneath the lace to brush my sensitive nipples.

I arched my back, practically offering myself up to the man. Give me a platter and I’d hop right up on the damn thing. Shameless, I tell you.

What they hell was I doing?

I’d just met him… and I really liked Eli. Like, a lot. I should just get up, thank Asher for the drinks and see myself home, I thought. I should have, but there was no way in hell that I was going to. Not once he slipped a hand up under my skirt and shimmied my panties out from under me.

“As much as I want to take my time with you, make you beg and plead for my cock, I don’t think I can do that tonight.” He growled in my ear as he lifted me from the bar stool, spun me around and placed me stomach-down over it.

“Grab hold, Tiger. The ride’s about to get rough.” Asher pushed my skirt up around my hips and caressed my backside, soft at first, then a bit rougher. He palmed each cheek, squeezed. Kneaded. He popped me on the ass and I yelped.

I heard the clasp of his belt release, his zipper being pulled down and then felt the head of his cock swipe over my center. I did as he said and grabbed the stool by the legs, because thinking about anything right then was impossible.

“So wet,” he said, slipping up and down over my clit. I felt Asher step back and braced myself. But what he did next, I was not prepared for.

He knelt and planted his face there. His tongue lapped at my center, flicked over that throbbing little button, plunged into me. My legs shook and I gripped the stool’s legs so hard that my fingers turned white. God, a few more seconds of that and I was going to come all over his face.

I squirmed away from him. “Please,” I whispered.

Asher froze, waited a beat, then went right back to driving me wild. My god, the man had a way with his tongue. And he read my body perfectly, pausing when I started to clench and quiver, switching it up every little bit.

“Stop, oh god.” I panted between breaths. “I’m too close… I don’t want to--”

Asher slammed into me before I could finish the sentence. He filled me completely, and then some. Fully seated within me, I could feel his cock twitching in anticipation. I clamped around him once, then twice, and he groaned.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair, canting my head back as he leaned up to whisper in my ear. “I’m barely hanging on Tiger. Keep doing that and I won’t be able to hold out.”

Asher leaned back, but kept a tight hold on my hair. He withdrew almost all the way, to the tip, slowly. Stopped. Waited. Then pounded into me so hard that my teeth clacked together.

“Fuck,” I gasped. The edge of the barstool pressed into the front of my thighs. I couldn’t move my head—Asher held that in his control. I couldn’t move. All I could do was take his fat cock as hard as he wanted to give it to me. The loving every second of it was optional.

Fucking mind-blowing. I shivered and tightened around him more. Electricity shot up my spine and heat bloomed over my backside.

“I warned you,” he growled and upped the tempo. “That you would not be prepared for me.”

The sound of skin on skin, slapping together, filled the room. The barstool scraped the floor as he pounded away. A long, guttural groan escaped from my lips. His fingers dug into my hip bones as he jack-hammered into me harder, and harder still. Sweet, delicious heat swirled in my core—a flame blazing up to consume me.

“Thank the gods you were right.” I moaned between his thrusts and wished that I could see us from afar.

It must be quite the sight, I thought, us up on stage, lit by a singular light, going at it like to feral animals. I’d bet the sight was fucking beautiful to behold, but not as lovely as it was to be the business end of Asher’s stick.

I’d never… not like that. Not that carnal. Shit, it was on a whole other level and I loved it. Fucking l-o-v-e-d it.

Asher stopped, wrapped one arm around my waist and lifted me, keeping us joined. He spun and seated himself on the barstool with me draped over his lap, facing away from him with my legs dangling wide open. Exposed and impaled. Fuck.

I rocked my hips and he kissed my neck, slipping a hand down to stroke me. Heat flared in my core and I started gliding myself over the length of him. Faster, fingers flicking, driving me on. Without warning, my body convulsed around him, my mind dissolving into sweet oblivion. He held me tight and found his own release, pulsing into me as I quivered.

Spent, my body relaxed against his, my head resting on his shoulder.

“Fuck Tiger, if I’d known it was going to be like that, I’d have undressed you the minute the club closed.” He mumbled into my ear.

* * *

“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you!” Delayne bolted upright on the couch as I shut the door to our apartment. So much for being quiet and not waking her.

She looked like she’d been up all night and if I was a better friend I’d have felt bad for making her worry needlessly. That wasn’t going to happen, not after the night I’d had. A gale-force typhoon couldn’t have rained on my parade at that point.

“I’m sorry, time got away from me and I wasn’t thinking.” I turned my back to her so that she wouldn’t see the wanton look in my eyes as the memory of the evening’s events washed over me, again.

Taking a deep breath, I turned to face my roomie and smiled. Joining Delayne on the couch, I plopped down and filled her in on my wicked, wanton night with Asher until I couldn’t hold my eyes open any longer. Eventually, she left me to run errands and I drifted off, dreaming of the two men that had managed to claim a piece of me in the last twenty-four hours.