“Dirty Martini. Extra dirty,” I yelled to the bartender over the loud music. Noir was busier than normal for a Thursday night. As I waited for my drink, I leaned my back against the bar and glanced around the place. Something told me the mystery guy was here and not far away. I noticed two men sitting on a couch about ten yards from where I stood. They were making out. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. I found my emotions odd but something stirred inside me the deeper they took the kiss.

Then the one guy pulled away and looked at me. Tyler.

I reached back and grabbed my drink. Then I headed in the opposite direction, trying to distance myself. There was a little room set off from the rest of the club. I knew it was usually used for sexual affairs, but it was the only place I knew to hide at the moment.

Just as I thought, there were four couples scattered throughout the room and dry humping each other. The small, unoccupied table in the corner seemed like the perfect place to hide. When I sat down, two figures came into view and sat down opposite me.

“Did I invite you to my table?” I took a large sip of my cocktail. Hopefully the booze would calm my nerves.

“The seats were empty,” Tyler said and leaned forward. “We were waiting for you.”

I knew my confusion was apparent by the look on my face. “Why are you being nice to me?” My question was directed at Tyler since I had no clue who the guy was occupying the other chair, well, except that he was an amazing dancer. “You spent the last several months screaming and yelling during every training session. Now you want… What is it exactly you want?”

The mystery guy leaned forward. “I’m Stephen. We didn’t have a chance to formally meet the other night.”

Since we were in this closed-off room, the music from the main room was not blaring. When Stephen spoke, it caused a chill to run up my spine. His voice sounded familiar. I grabbed my glass and shot the contents back in one gulp. Then I stood to leave.

Stephen took the one step needed to stop me in my tracks. Then he moved his body forward. His tall frame made me feel so small and obsolete. “Don’t leave.” He was beside my ear. “I’m sorry if I came on too strong.”

“It was you who called me earlier.” I turned my head to the side, trying to see all of his features. “That’s not coming on strong. That’s full-on creeper.”

Then Tyler’s body was pressed up against my back. “What are you both up to?” I said feeling a bit uncomfortable.

“He’s far from creeper,” Tyler said beside my other ear.

“And you probably gave him my number?”

“He begged.”

Stephen brushed a strand of hair away from face. “I did. He doesn’t give up secrets very easily so I had to work for it.”

Something about Stephen’s words caused a shift in my emotions. Having both men plastered to my body and whispering in my ear made me want more. “Why me?”

Tyler slid his hands over my abdomen and inched closer to the waistband of my pants. “You know why.”

Did I, though? I knew I had a thing for men and women. What I didn’t know was, I had a thing for Tyler. Yet, somehow he figured me out before I had a chance to discover it for myself. I let out a heavy sigh. Now I was just telling myself lies. One look at Tyler would prove I was lying to myself.

My head fell back against his shoulder. “Why did you treat me so horrible?”

“I thought my feelings would fade.”

He moved his hand to the junction between my thighs. “Because you wanted Stephen more?”

“Because I wanted you and Stephen equally.”

I glanced at the man on our minds. “You’re okay with this?”

Stephen slid his hands down my arms. “Honey, I practically begged him to introduce you to me.”

His words caused me to lightly laugh. I didn’t know how to absorb what was happening at the moment. In my wildest dreams they never included two men devouring me. Did I want this? My body was screaming for a release as Tyler moved his finger back and forth over my most sensitive spot. Thank fuck I had pants on or I would be crying out my release over and over. My damn body was a traitor.

“I—” It took everything in me to step out of the man sandwich I was so perfectly placed in between. “Let me absorb what’s happening. This”—I waved my hand in between the three of us—“was not something I ever thought about.” Before they could protest, I held my hand up. “It’s not a no. Just give me a chance to take it all in for a few days.” Tyler was playing dirty. He continued to move his finger as if he needed to find his own release. I reached down and grabbed his hand. “Patience.”

“Zoe,” he breathed.

“Dance with us,” Stephen said with the biggest grin on his face.

I separated from the intense moment and reached for their hands. “Maybe another time, but not tonight.” Stephen tried to look happy, but I could tell he was disappointed. “And don’t call me like you did today. I will call you both myself.”

“Promise.” Tyler tugged me close to his body. “Because I finally had the courage to tell you what I want. I don’t want to wait another minute.”

I leaned up on my tippy toes and lightly kissed him. “Next time, don’t make the person you like believe you hate them.” Before he could protest, I kissed him once more and then turned to disappear.

My car was on the other side of the parking lot. I practically ran, trying to avoid another second near them. When I reached my vehicle, I fell into the driver’s seat and locked the doors immediately. I could still feel Tyler’s hand over my core. Without thinking, I slid my hand under the waistband of my pants and decided to finish what he so generously started. It was dark out and no one was around. I moved my fingers quickly, desperate for the release. As the orgasm shot through me, my head fell back.

How did my life get here?

I never in a thousand years expected to be approached by two men. I opened my eyes and noticed them both walking toward my car. They were desperate. Instead of allowing my body what it craved, I turned the key and started the ignition.

As I drove past them both holding hands, my traitorous body sent off signals for another release. “Jesus, Zoe, get a grip.”