“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I head to the short hallway that leads to the bathrooms. It’s only mildly quieter here, but I should be able to take the call without screaming. More, it offers the illusion of privacy, and I don’t want Zayne or Michelle asking questions.
Sure enough, it’s Wolf.
He barely waits for me to answer before he starts in. “Not her, baby.”
I turn and look out over the VIP section. It’s filled to the brim tonight, all the booths occupied. Some of the people I saw on my path to this hallway were regulars when I used to come out more, and others are new, but none of them seemed to be paying any attention to me. And none of them were on their phone.
What am I talking about? There’s background sound on my side of the call, not Wolf’s. He’s not here. I don’t know how he knows what’s going on, but he’s not calling me from inside the club.
I clear my throat. “Again, see the point where you don’t own me or my pussy. I’ll fuck who I want.”
“Not her, Ruby.” There’s something in his voice again, another hint of an accent I can’t quite place. It only seems to come out when he’s feeling particularly intense. “If she lays one finger on you, I’ll break it.”
“Wow, you’re downgrading. Cute.” I don’t know why I say it. He’s proven himself to be dangerous, and even if he’s bluffing about killing Rafe, he’s still more than capable of hurting someone like Tatiana. She’s savvy and obviously able to take care of herself, but she’s not in the life. The rules are different for us. “She’s not one of the families.” Though she might be in the life. It’s not like I’d know. I can’t tell if I’m bluffing or being honest. “She’s off-limits.”
“Your rules. Not mine.”
I force myself to power through the instinctive reaction to fold. “And what if I touch her? Are you going to break my fingers? Cut off my tongue?”
He curses, low enough that I can’t pick out the words. When he speaks again, his voice is so cold, I shiver. “You keep testing me, thinking you can get away with anything just because no one’s ever taken you to task. Don’t, baby. You aren’t going to like what happens if you do this.”
“So you keep saying. Prove it.”
“If you hang up on me one more fucking time—”
I hang up. It’s shortsighted and a terrible idea, but I’ve already made a long streak of bad choices. No reason to get smart now.
Plus, there’s a small, horrible part of me that wants to call Wolf’s bluff, to push him into something. No matter what the response is or who’s hurt by it.
6
Back at the table, Tatiana has made herself at home with my friends. Zayne is hanging on her every word, practically salivating at her proximity. Michelle has her arms crossed over her chest and her expression shuttered again, but she’s smiling. It’s her lying smile.
She catches my eye and shakes her head at my questioning look. Apparently we won’t be talking about whatever’s bothering her tonight.
I sink down on Tatiana’s other side, and she reaches over without looking at me and sets her hand on my thigh. High on my thigh, her pinkie skating underneath the hem of my dress, close enough to my panties that my pussy clenches in response. She’s not fucking around. I like that.
Zayne clocks the move and grins. “You have excellent taste, but you can’t blame me for shooting my shot last time. You’re gorgeous.”
“I know.” Tatiana laughs. “But I’m not really a one-person kind of woman. More is better.” She glances at me. “As long as you don’t have a problem with it.”
Fucking a stranger who might get murdered by Wolf and fucking one of my few friends in this world who might get killed are two different things. It says ugly things about me that I think that way, but I am who I am.
But that doesn’t mean we can’t get creative.
I twist a lock of her long dark hair around my finger. If Zayne fucks Tatiana, then there’s no reason for Wolf to want him dead. “More is definitely better.” I meet Zayne’s eyes over the top of her head. “It’s important to me that my friends are happy, and I think making you come would make Zayne very happy.”
Michelle stands abruptly. “I have to go.”
I start to follow. “Do you want me to—”
“No, I just don’t feel well. Have fun, Ruby. You deserve it. Truly.” She squeezes my hand and then she’s gone, heading down the stairs.
“What was that all about?”
Zayne shrugs. “She’s been acting kind of weird lately. She’ll talk to us about it when she’s ready.”
“In the meantime . . .” Tatiana slides her hand higher on my thigh and cups my pussy. “I’m sure we can find a way to entertain ourselves.”
“Definitely.” Zayne stretches his arm over the back of the booth and leans down to kiss her throat.
We’re doing this . . . here.
The high walls of the booth provide an element of privacy, but ultimately we’re in public, and anyone who’s interested could wander over and see Tatiana tugging my panties to the side to drag her knuckles against my bare pussy. It’s a light, teasing touch, designed to seduce.
It works.
I lean back against the booth and spread my legs a little. Her chuckle is low, and she wastes no time zeroing in on my clit and lightly circling there. Then Zayne reaches over to follow her lead. No. I grab his wrist, and then, when they both pause, I guide him to the front of her pants. “I’m not greedy. There’s enough to go around.”
He doesn’t hesitate. He unbuttons her pants and shoves his hand inside. The material is thin enough that I can clearly see him stroke her, can see him change the angle as he presses his fingers inside her.
Tatiana shivers. “Don’t stop.” She grabs my panties and tugs them down my legs. My dress does nothing to hide my nakedness, but I’m too turned on to care. Or maybe I’m turned on because I’m practically naked in this club and even if we’re not entirely on display, we’re not exactly hiding either.
There will be consequences for tonight, but I’ll worry about them tomorrow.
Tatiana drinks me in and then turns to kiss Zayne. She pulls away just enough to say, “Get your cock out, handsome. I want you to fuck me as I eat her pussy.”
Zayne grins, obviously just as drunk on lust as I am. “What’s the rush?”
“I have somewhere to be later.” She nips his bottom lip and then shimmies out of her pants. The public nudity doesn’t seem to bother her in the least, and it sure as fuck doesn’t bother me when I get to see that she’s not wearing a single thing underneath.
I can’t help myself. As Zayne pulls his fingers from Tatiana’s pussy, I grab his hand and suck him into my mouth. She tastes like heaven, like sin, like the best fucking night of my life.
She eyes my hand, and a slow grin spreads over her dark lips. “Nice ring.” She’s on the move before I can come up with a response, kissing me and pushing me onto my back on the booth. Then Tatiana moves down my body, and I get a glorious look at her body. Zayne dazedly takes up position behind her. He meets my gaze and gives a rueful grin that I can’t help but return. Even in my wildest plans for the night, I hadn’t planned on getting into a threesome with one of my friends. Not that I’m about to put a stop to things.
Tatiana shoves up my dress. “Pretty pussy.”