second he didn’t move except to look at her, almost offended that she’d asked him to move. Then he sighed and slid out, helping her from the booth and pulling her close.
“Your friend can’t pee by herself?”
“Be nice,” she hissed back in warning.
“Oh I am. Wait until you see me in a bad mood.”
She shivered. Something about the low sexual warning in his voice, and the prospect that she would get the chance to see him in other moods, made her knees weak.
“I’ll be right back.” She patted his chest like she was calming an upset animal and then nodded to Zach, silently asking him to keep Mikhel in check.
When all seemed well, she walked off with Rebecca. Again they didn’t make it to the bathroom, they barely made it out of the restaurant before Rebecca dragged her over to a corner and demanded to know what was going on.
“Nothing. Much.”
Rebecca didn’t believe that for a moment.
“Okay, so we went to the party.”
“I remember. I was there.”
“Yes. Well, did you know Mikhel and Zach own the hotel? Cool, huh? They have a suite here. So after the party, we went up there.” She smiled. “I was really glad because I hate driving on New Year’s Eve. Too many crazies on the road, you know?”
“I know. What happened? Why was mister tall, dark and cranky answering your phone this morning?”
“Because I was in the shower?”
Rebecca’s eyes tightened and Taylor sighed. This was probably best because she really needed to talk to someone about this. About this strange way she wanted both men. And she’d had both men. Repeatedly.
“Okay, here’s the deal. The three of us went to their suite and had sex. All night.”
“All three of you? Had sex?”
“Well, no.” Rebecca sighed like she was relieved. “I mean, they both had sex with me but not each other.”
“Taylor!” The shout stopped traffic in the hallway for a moment, long enough to grab everyone’s attention. Rebecca’s face morphed through an array of emotions, confusion, disgust, more confusion and finally settling on concern. “Are you okay?”
Her worry melted Taylor’s heart. That was the thing she loved about Rebecca. She didn’t judge. She just wanted to Taylor to be happy.
“I’m great. They are good guys.”
Rebecca nodded and Taylor knew she was still processing the information.
“Was the sex any good?”
“Oh my God.” She grabbed Rebecca’s hands. “I mean really, oh my God .”
“Wow. Well, I guess…uhm, good for you. Interesting way to start the New Year.”
“I know. I’m a little—”
A crash of plates inside the restaurant stopped her words. For a moment, Taylor thought to ignore it but another crash followed and she decided to investigate. With Rebecca trailing behind her, she hurried back inside. And saw Mikhel, leaning against the wall—with Chic’s neck in his hand. Chic was turning an unflattering shade of red.
Taylor ran down the aisle, stepping over the broken dishes, to stand beside Zach.
Zach wasn’t touching Mikhel, wasn’t trying to peel his hand off Chic’s throat, but he was talking to him.
“Let him go, Mikhel. People are watching.” Mikhel didn’t seem to hear him. “Come on, Mikhel, back off. Take control.” That seemed to have a special meaning between them and the tension in Mikhel’s muscles started to loosen. “That’s it. Put him down. He’s nothing to us. Taylor won’t even remember his name.”
With a final growl, Mikhel yanked his hand away and freed Chic. He wobbled and grasped his neck, gasping for breath.
“Get out of here before I let him have you,” Zach snarled, sending Chic into a stumbling run away. Zach placed his hand on Mikhel’s shoulder. “Come on, man, let’s get you out of here.”
Mikhel snapped his teeth like he was trying to bite off Zach’s hand but he moved away. Keeping his head down, he didn’t even speak to Taylor as he strode out of the restaurant.
“Is Mikhel okay?” Taylor asked when she found her
“Your friend can’t pee by herself?”
“Be nice,” she hissed back in warning.
“Oh I am. Wait until you see me in a bad mood.”
She shivered. Something about the low sexual warning in his voice, and the prospect that she would get the chance to see him in other moods, made her knees weak.
“I’ll be right back.” She patted his chest like she was calming an upset animal and then nodded to Zach, silently asking him to keep Mikhel in check.
When all seemed well, she walked off with Rebecca. Again they didn’t make it to the bathroom, they barely made it out of the restaurant before Rebecca dragged her over to a corner and demanded to know what was going on.
“Nothing. Much.”
Rebecca didn’t believe that for a moment.
“Okay, so we went to the party.”
“I remember. I was there.”
“Yes. Well, did you know Mikhel and Zach own the hotel? Cool, huh? They have a suite here. So after the party, we went up there.” She smiled. “I was really glad because I hate driving on New Year’s Eve. Too many crazies on the road, you know?”
“I know. What happened? Why was mister tall, dark and cranky answering your phone this morning?”
“Because I was in the shower?”
Rebecca’s eyes tightened and Taylor sighed. This was probably best because she really needed to talk to someone about this. About this strange way she wanted both men. And she’d had both men. Repeatedly.
“Okay, here’s the deal. The three of us went to their suite and had sex. All night.”
“All three of you? Had sex?”
“Well, no.” Rebecca sighed like she was relieved. “I mean, they both had sex with me but not each other.”
“Taylor!” The shout stopped traffic in the hallway for a moment, long enough to grab everyone’s attention. Rebecca’s face morphed through an array of emotions, confusion, disgust, more confusion and finally settling on concern. “Are you okay?”
Her worry melted Taylor’s heart. That was the thing she loved about Rebecca. She didn’t judge. She just wanted to Taylor to be happy.
“I’m great. They are good guys.”
Rebecca nodded and Taylor knew she was still processing the information.
“Was the sex any good?”
“Oh my God.” She grabbed Rebecca’s hands. “I mean really, oh my God .”
“Wow. Well, I guess…uhm, good for you. Interesting way to start the New Year.”
“I know. I’m a little—”
A crash of plates inside the restaurant stopped her words. For a moment, Taylor thought to ignore it but another crash followed and she decided to investigate. With Rebecca trailing behind her, she hurried back inside. And saw Mikhel, leaning against the wall—with Chic’s neck in his hand. Chic was turning an unflattering shade of red.
Taylor ran down the aisle, stepping over the broken dishes, to stand beside Zach.
Zach wasn’t touching Mikhel, wasn’t trying to peel his hand off Chic’s throat, but he was talking to him.
“Let him go, Mikhel. People are watching.” Mikhel didn’t seem to hear him. “Come on, Mikhel, back off. Take control.” That seemed to have a special meaning between them and the tension in Mikhel’s muscles started to loosen. “That’s it. Put him down. He’s nothing to us. Taylor won’t even remember his name.”
With a final growl, Mikhel yanked his hand away and freed Chic. He wobbled and grasped his neck, gasping for breath.
“Get out of here before I let him have you,” Zach snarled, sending Chic into a stumbling run away. Zach placed his hand on Mikhel’s shoulder. “Come on, man, let’s get you out of here.”
Mikhel snapped his teeth like he was trying to bite off Zach’s hand but he moved away. Keeping his head down, he didn’t even speak to Taylor as he strode out of the restaurant.
“Is Mikhel okay?” Taylor asked when she found her
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