I was going to do dirty, naughty things with two men while another one watched. Cojeme.

Even as my head revolted at this idea with whole body jitters, there were some other quivers lower in my belly that were shooing the nerves away.

Ian nodded, stood, and said, “I’ll grab us a cab.”

“No, it’s okay. I have a car.” I nodded to Gray and he pulled out his phone, sending a quick text to the driver.

“Ooh la la.” Hawk rolled his eyes and didn’t seem impressed at all.

That’s all right, I wasn’t here to impress. I simply wanted to make it through the night and get on with my life.

We walked outside to the waiting limo. I waved Ian and Hawk into the car ahead of me. Before I could follow, Gray grabbed my elbow and held me back from the open door. “Are you sure you want to do this, Angel?”

The concern lacing his lowered voice gave it a husky, sensual sound.

I was already turned on and that dark tone, knowing he actually cared about what I did, kicked my heartbeat up a notch. I considered for a moment ditching the guys and throwing myself at Grayson. Again. But the sting of his last rejection two days ago was too fresh.

He cared. That didn’t mean he wanted more to our relationship. Well, me either.

“You know I do. If I can’t get back at Marc by sleeping with the help, then why not two men who will do everything to me he wouldn’t?”

Grayson stepped closer, looked down at me, scanning my face. I did my best to hold my ground. This was the new and improved me. The one who didn’t cower in the face of imposing men.

The narrowing of his eyes and the tic in his jaw from clenching his teeth were my hints at how angry I’d made him.

My comment was unfair, but so was life. Grayson was too good of a guy to take advantage of a grieving, jilted girl searching for solace in a bottle and a hot body. His loss. I’d moved on. The only part of my life that was his business was what I paid him to do.

An empty place behind my heart poked at my chest like a pincushion.

That was a lie.

Gray was also my friend. An overprotective one that had a white knight complex when it came to me, but we were friends. I was pushing the boundaries of that friendship in all kinds of ways.

A sorry was on the edge of my lips.

“Coming, babe?” Ian called from the car and then stuck his head out.

My apology wouldn’t crawl up my throat or past my tongue.

“Yep,” I responded to Ian, but said the word to Grayson.

The way he shook his head, it wasn’t disappointment, not anger. I couldn’t read him, so I ignored him. I had other things...named Hawk and Ian, to worry about.

“Pour me a drink, boys. Let’s get this party started.” I got into the car and crawled across the bench until I was positioned between the entertainments for the night. Gray climbed in behind me and put himself on the bench away from us.

He watched, waited, poised.

The fist in my stomach and the tinny taste in my mouth put a good-sized dent in my enthusiasm. Was I making a mistake?

“Let's get to know each other.” Hawk worked his hands into my hair. Ian took the cue to kiss my neck, finding that sensitive spot right above my collarbone.

Thank God for the distraction provided by horny guys.

“You mean let’s get to know the inside of my vagina?” Yep. That came out of my mouth.

Could I be any more awkward? I needed to practice my dirty talk, that was for sure.

Hawk cupped my chin and circled my lips with his thumb. “Tsk, tsk. Don't be an impatient, greedy girl. You'll get your orgasms, and they'll be better with a little anticipation.”

“Okay, what did you have in mind?” I put a touch of pout in my voice, but only to hide my trepidation.

Hawk smiled in a way that had me squirming from just the idea of the naughty thoughts running through his head. Coño, I wanted this, but what if I was less good at this game than at regular sex?

“How are you at sucking cock, doll?”

My heart rate jumped up a notch. I glanced at Gray. No reaction from him. Like... none.

Okay, fine. I was on my own here.

I swallowed. No need for every man in the car to know that I had fantasies of big male hands holding my hair tight, a cock pushing its way to the back of my throat, thrusting in and out of my mouth while I could only obey.

Marc would rather get blown than have sex, but he just laid there while I serviced him. I wanted to feel the power behind a man having me on my knees, using my mouth. That was the kind of submission that I craved.

One where I could give as well as take. Even the idea of it felt nothing like the lack of power I had in my everyday life.

I shrugged. “I'm all right.”

“Good. Ian and I are going to have some fun getting to know all of you. And by you, I mean your body.”

I had a million questions. What did all of me mean? How would they do it? How would I know when they were done getting to know me? Did I get to know—

“On your knees, Angel.” Gray’s voice, dark and smoky, pushed at me. His voice commanded the space.

I couldn’t tell if he was taunting me with my own lack of execution, if he could tell how far into my head I’d gotten, or if he really wanted to see me there. The latter thought filled my head and swirled through me. Aroused, I craved the command and fought it.

“Yes, doll. On your knees. My cock is aching to get into that lush mouth of yours.” Hawk unzipped and pulled out his shaft already hard.

He was a whole hell of a lot bigger than Marc. I’d be lucky to get much more than his head in my mouth.

Ian touched my hair and gave a few short strokes through the strands. His hands moved to my shoulder and gently pushed me toward the edge of the seat.

I glanced one last time at Gray and then slid down to the floor of the car, facing Ian and Hawk. I licked my lips, and my mouth felt too dry. I was going to give horrible head like this.

“Relax, baby. Start slow. He’s big, but you can take him.” Ian nudged my shoulder again, edging me toward Hawk’s lap.

“Take out yours so I can decide who I want first.” Maybe I was stalling...maybe I was asserting my own mind.

“You’re a naughty thing. I can’t decide if your boyfriend there likes it or not.” Hawk nodded to Gray behind me. “But I don’t, so get your mouth over here and start sucking my cock.” He grabbed my head and pulled it to him.

The blood rushed through my body. Hawk pushed his cock past my lips and all the way to the back of my mouth. I gagged and felt my panties dampen. He held me there, thrusting deeper until I couldn’t breathe. The car hit a bump in the road shoving him into my throat.

Hawk groaned.“Fuck, yeah. Take it deep, swallow me.”

I wrenched my head back and gasped for air.

Hawk’s hands didn’t leave my head. “You like it a little rough, don’t you, doll?”

I nodded my head, gulping in breath and wiping at my mouth. I didn’t want him to know I hadn’t known until this exact moment. My whole body was burning already. I’d never been so turned on in my life. No one had ever been rough with me before. How was I to know?

Hawk didn’t give me time to think about it. He pushed my head down again, but this time I was prepared. I didn’t take him all the way, but far enough I wasn’t gagging. He filled my mouth to overflowing.

“Take more of him, babe.” Ian stroked my back, calming, soothing. It was such a contrast to Hawk’s firm grip on my head.

I pushed my mouth down a scant inch more before bobbing back up and started a rhythm of up-down, up-down.

“Fuck yeah. That’s it. Your mouth is so hot.” Hawk moaned with each pass.

I liked hearing that. Marc had done nothing but breathe harder before he came. The sounds coming from deep in Hawk’s chest twirled through my spine, pushing my own arousal higher. The jumbling of the car bouncing along the road only added to the excitement. I never knew when his cock would be pulled away or when I would have to take him farther than I expected.

I wanted to make him come. My tongue took on a mind of its own, pressing against the hard flesh in my mouth, snaking in and out and around.

“Ah, ah, ah. Naughty thing. You’re too good by half. Your boyfriend is a lucky man. It’s Ian’s turn now.” Hawk pulled away from me and guided me toward his friend.

Gray didn’t want to be a lucky man. If I believed Hawk’s praise, Gray was missing out. I doubted he cared.

Ian’s dick was out and in his hand. He stroked up and down the shaft, longer than Hawk, but not as wide.

I wanted to know if Gray was stroking himself, too. Was he turned on by watching me being used by two other men?

Was this his thing? Was this why he was patron to a club like The Asylum?

Hawk grabbed my chin and guided me toward Ian. “Suck him and use your tongue like you were on me. I want you to blow his mind.”

I was going to try my best to do that, but I wanted Gray involved. I already knew he wouldn’t take off his pants for me. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t try to turn him on.

“Hang on a second.” I pulled away and grabbed my bag, pulled out my phone and flicked the screen to video. “Would you mind this?”

“You are a dirty girl. What are you going to do with such an incriminating item?” Ian asked.

Boring old Marc would never indulge in my naughtier fantasies, which included taping ourselves. Only in dark thoughts I hid even from myself did I imagine anything as dirty as what I was doing now. Two men, on a tape, delivered to Marc? Ultimate payback.

Revenge.

“Have some fun with it later.” My intention had been to get a couple of photos of me with another man to incense Marc. I didn’t know if I had the guts to show something like that to the douche. I’d have to watch it first a few times.

Even if Gray wasn’t into having sex with me, he’d ingratiated himself into this situation and I was going to use that to my advantage.

It’s not like I wasn’t going to have Grayson tape the whole escapade if they said no. He’d just have to do it in secret. I needed that tape, and I knew he was on board with the revenge part, at least.

“Sex tape, huh?” Ian said, his voice hinting that the idea turned him on.

“Something to remember they night by.”

The guys exchanged a look that said to me they thought I was crazy and decided they didn’t care as long as they were getting laid. Exactly what I’d been hoping for.

“Gray? Will you film us, for me?”

Now or never. I offered the phone to him.

He leaned forward in the seat, coming out of the darkness. His eyes were black, which I hoped was from him being turned on and not anger.

“You can watch like you love to do and film. We can use it again later.” I acted the role he’d invented at the bar, hoping he wouldn’t back out now. Please say yes, please play along.

Gray scowled at me and then addressed the guys.

“Take it up a notch. Get her good and ready for when we get to my place.” He took the phone and pointed it at me. “Don’t penetrate anywhere else besides her mouth until we’re there. I want her worked up and ready to beg for it.”

Mierda. It was like he’d been sitting there quietly planning and plotting. There was no way he’d come up with that on the fly.

Arms wrapped around me, like they’d been hovering, waiting for permission from Gray. They turned my body, so I faced Gray and the camera full on. They tugged at my sweater. Before I could blink, my bra was exposed and the flash on my phone lit up.

“How expensive are these frilly little bits you’ve got on?” Ian whispered in my ear and cupped my breasts in his hands. He rubbed his thumbs across my nipples and I felt every pass of his fingers, through the material.

“Very.” I leaned my head back onto his shoulder and covered his hands with mine.

“I want to rip this off you. I can’t wait to watch Hawk suck on these pretty titties.” He tugged at the material until my breasts popped out over the top. He lifted them, and Hawk pinched my nipples, sending shockwaves from my chest to my toes.

I groaned and stared directly at Gray. Did he care that they had their hands all over me? He couldn’t be immune to it all. “Are you getting this?”

“Are you getting off on it?” His face was hidden behind the light. I had no clue as to whether he liked what he saw or not. His voice was flat, bland, like he’d directed a thousand pornos and this was just one more.

He didn’t care about anything more than my safety. I needed to get that through my head and quit trying to get a literal rise out of him.

Hawk knelt on the floor next to me and lowered his head to my breast. He sucked me into his mouth, flicking his tongue fast and hard. Ian played with the other breast pulling and tugging, tightening my skin into a hard peak.

It was the most stimulating moment of my boring sex life so far, and I knew we were just getting started.

“Mmm-hmm,” I answered Gray’s question with a moan.

“Then don’t worry about it. We’ll get your dirty sex tape made and then some.”

Right. Relax. Enjoy the experience. It might be the only chance I had. I let the tension I’d been carrying around for years release from my shoulders and ran my hands into Hawk’s hair. I held him tight like he had me.

Ian grabbed my arms and held them down, pulling them back so my chest was thrust out. “Hawk is a tit man. He likes to suck ‘em and he likes to fuck ‘em, isn’t that right?”

Hawk released my breast. “Abso-fuckin-lutely.”

He eyed my breasts and gripped his cock, giving it a couple strokes.

“Bend over, babe. Let him fuck these before we get there.” Ian used the momentum of a tight turn of the car and pushed my shoulders forward.

Hawk grabbed my breasts, pushing them together. “Christ, yes. But you’re not getting out of your part, Ian. Push that skirt up and her panties down. You were instructed to get her ready to beg. Finger her while I fuck her tits.”

The words pinged through my mind, bouncing around like billiard balls falling into all the right places. I wanted every word of what Hawk demanded to happen. Badly.

Gray’s steel voice broke through my hazy excitement. “Leave the panties on. She’ll be sensitive enough through them.”

The guys paused for half a breath. The power of Gray’s command hung in the air. Ian answered, “Yes, sir.”

A shiver rolled over my entire body. Yes, I wanted to be fingered. Yes, I wanted to lick that big dick before it slid across my cleavage. But those weren’t the cause of my sudden quivers. It was the domination in Gray’s voice and the immediate submission in Ian’s.

This time his authority was directed at me. “And you, Angel. Don’t even think about coming. You come when I say you can. Do you understand?”

My pussy was already pulsing. One more word from him and it would be too late.