Page 87 of Dirty Like Dylan

“No?” He tipped his face down close to mine, drifting his lips over the corner of my mouth. He hesitated there as I sucked in a breath, then whispered in my ear, “How about two?”

Chapter Sixteen

Amber

Ashley was already waiting for us when we walked into the Back Door, a little dive bar on the edge of Gastown, which we entered by way of a dark, sketchy alley. And by dive bar, I meant dive bar. The crowd was half bikers and bangers (I didn’t even know any headbangers had actually survived the eighties, but here they all were, a little older, with slightly better haircuts, their old band T-shirts dredged up from the depths of their closets) and, like any bar in Vancouver, half hipsters. It was a rock bar with black walls, dingy lighting, and the stench of beer and sweat in the air—and an incredibly enthusiastic crowd smashed up against the small stage, rocking out to the live band.

I gave Dylan’s hand a squeeze as he led me through the crowd, or rather, Con led us both through. When Dylan looked down at me over his shoulder, I cocked an eyebrow at him as if to say, Nice place to bring a girl, and he smirked back as if to say, You’re welcome.

We’d returned to the restaurant to eat our dinner before heading over to the bar, which was a good thing. The food was fantastic, and the company was even better. And the drive to Liv’s place to get my stuff, then to drop off Dylan’s truck at Ashley’s condo building before catching a cab to the bar, gave me a little time to adjust to this whole idea.

Time to digest the fact that not only was I definitely on a date, but that the date I was on was about to include two men. One of whom I’d already had sex with, and one of whom I wanted to have sex with… and who wanted to have sex with me—with the other guy.

Nothing unusual about that, right?

As we approached Ashley’s table at the back of the bar, he rose to his feet. If I wasn’t mistaken, he looked relieved to see me. He pulled me in close, gave me a kiss on the cheek and a hug. Then he gave Dylan a quick hug and we all sat down. Dylan stashed my backpack under the table. Con stood back against the nearby wall, leaving the three of us alone.

We were all on one side of the table, facing the stage. Dylan had already told me that some young up-and-coming band that Jesse had produced an album for was playing tonight, and he’d promised Jesse he’d make an appearance. The band was playing their asses off, but I really couldn’t say if they were good. They were loud, for sure, but I really couldn’t hear the music at all. My heart was hammering too hard and my head was too preoccupied with the men on either side of me, my senses overrun by their nearness, their warmth.

I’d never sat so close to either of them, but now both of them were right up against me; so close that our thighs pressed together under the table and Ashley’s arm kept brushing me whenever he lifted his beer to drink. After a few minutes, Dylan slung his arm around the back of my chair and left it there.

Meanwhile, I was just trying not to hyperventilate. I would’ve ordered a glass of wine, or maybe a bottle, to take the edge off, but this didn’t seem like that kind of place, so I had a beer with the guys instead.

Ashley’s eyes met mine, once; his teeth dragged over his lower lip, briefly, before his attention returned to the band. Surely he saw Dylan’s arm around me, and now knew that I was open to this.

When did I become open to this?

By now, I was pretty fucking sure that I wanted this to happen. Honestly, my pussy was sure from approximately the first nanosecond Dylan proposed the idea.

The rest of me had just taken a wee bit longer to catch up.

As the band rocked out, it was too loud to chat, which was a relief, at first. I was too nervous to say anything intelligible anyway.

But toward the end of their set, I was getting antsy.

Then Katie’s hot husband, Jesse, appeared with Jude, the giant alpha security dude, and Brody, Dirty’s handsome manager. They didn’t sit down, but Dylan stood to greet them, while Ashley draped his arm around my shoulders. The musky-manly, clean-laundry smell of him shot straight to my clit, as vivid flashbacks of last night assailed my mind and body.

Apparently, I was now hardwired to get wet at the smell of Ashley Player. Instantaneously.

I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing.

After Dylan sat back down, the other guys all stood back with Con to watch the band play their final song. But I could’ve sworn everyone had an eye on me, sitting here wedged between Dylan and Ashley.

Then Jesse, Jude and Brody headed backstage to talk to the band, leaving the three of us alone again, Con standing watch by the wall.

I was relieved as hell that no one else had come by. At least, no one I knew. Because the less people I knew who saw me on a date with two men, maybe the less weird it would feel.

It did feel weird, though not exactly uncomfortable. More like exciting weird.

And totally fucking hot.

As I sat here between them, my pussy throbbed incessantly. My nipples had gone perpetually hard. I couldn’t get over the thrill of knowing I might have them both. At the same time.

That maybe they were both thinking about it, right now.

Two incredibly hot men want to get me into bed…

I just tried to focus on that, and not on the rest of it. Like the thing about them going on tour, and whatever happened between the three of us having an expiry date on it.