Page 40 of Extraction Play
The bartender swung over, and Eva placed an order for the gin cocktail featured on the back chalkboard: an Earl Grey martini. She ordered a porter for herself and then glanced at Sloan. “Let me grab yours too.”
“Careful. Start taking care of me, and you may never get rid of me. Watermelon mojito, please.”
Eva shook her head, a grin on her lips as she ensured the bartender got the order. She loved that this crew put her at ease so readily. Maybe because of what a bunch of flirts the bunch were, but an easy camaraderie existed here that she hadn’t experienced with her old friends back in Reno. Jack’s crew was more of a chess match, all carefully loaded statements and knowing when to hold back.
The door swung open, and Pixie stepped in.
Eva’s mouth went dry.
She’d dressed up in their time apart, and the styled messy strands, the shade of pink on her lush lips, and the sweep of mascara that made her deep-set eyes stand out even more had Eva paying close attention. Her dress was this whimsical thing that flared from bright orange to dark purple, like she’d wrapped herself in the sunset. Lust pulsed through her at the thought of peeling it off the woman’s curves, which were as supple as ever.
“I don’t think I stand a chance at capturing your attention though,” Sloan murmured.
“Oh, I just noticed she changed clothes from earlier,” Eva said. She’d thought she’d been holding it together with all the longing looks in Pixie’s direction, but maybe not so much.
Sloan snorted. “Please. You forget I was at the last Play Night.”
Eva arched her brow. “Thought you were pretty busy with Nolan.”
“Mmm, yeah.” Sloan’s voice took on a dreamy quality. “He fucked my mouth real good that night. Not before I saw the hold you had on Pixie, though. I’ve never seen her respond like that to a Domme.”
“What do you mean?” Eva asked.
Pixie lifted a hand and waved, so Eva waved back, her heart thumping harder. Instead of heading in their direction, Pixie sauntered toward the rest of the crew.
“I’m not sure how many partners you’ve played with, but you know some you won’t enjoy playing with, others you’ll feel kind of neutral about, and some you’re guaranteed to have an amazing time with? There’s also another kind, the rare connection that clicks into place. Exchanging power with that type feels more natural than anything else.”
“Who’s that for you?” she asked.
Sloan glanced away, his gaze darkening slightly. “Still trying to find them.”
The bartender set the three drinks on the counter, and Eva slid over her card to pay for them. She grabbed the Earl Grey martini and her beer and followed Sloan back to the others. Pixie sat on Nolan’s lap, her arms twined around his shoulders. Most of the crew from Whipped were similarly slung over each other, like gathering a bunch of kittens and watching them sprawl out on blankets together.
She wanted that.
It was so foreign from her experience up until now, but god, she longed for that closeness more than anything. That people wanted her around rather than just tolerate her existence. The breakup with Jack and Sienna had confirmed all the ugly words circling in her brain, comments she’d weathered from Mom for years.
“Want to share my seat?” Sloan asked her, waggling his brows.
“Sure.” She fought the twitch of a threatening grin. “Let me just give this to Nolan.” Eva placed the martini on the glass-top table beside him. “Your drink, birthday boy.”
“Can’t think of a better birthday than a good drink and a pretty girl on my lap,” Nolan said, squeezing Pixie’s hips. She let out a squeak, her expression warm and affectionate. Eva loved seeing that look on her, so much better than the lost one lingering as of late.
“Sounds perfect to me,” Eva said, her tone throaty. Pixie’s pretty blue eyes flared with heat. Fuck, after the hellish past few days, the idea of spreading Pixie’s legs and making her come until she cried sounded like perfection. The thought sent a bolt of lust straight to her pussy. Eva stepped back before it grew obvious how turned on she was.
Sloan perched on the side of one of the seats and gestured for her to sit. Eva slid into the spot and patted her lap, happy for the eager company. Sloan sank onto her lap with ease, a solid weight that anchored her. She rested her hand on his hip, and he leaned into the touch. Thiscomfort, this group, was what she needed now after braving the arctic chill that had been her visit back to Reno.
If Micah didn’t hate the idea, she was sorely tempted to start looking for a place in San Francisco.
She couldn’t lie, though. A part of her was swayed by the sexy little sub perched on Nolan’s lap. Pixie kept stealing glances, a hungry look in her eyes as if she wanted to take Sloan’s place. Eva ran her fingernails along Sloan’s thigh, and the moan he let out wasn’t as rewarding as the way Pixie bit her lip. Fuck, she’d never considered the idea of playing like this, but her brain already sparked with ideas.
An older woman paused in front of their group mid-stride, scanning over them. She had long blonde hair tied up in a loose bun and was wearing a gauzy, flowy white dress that screamed flower child from the seventies.
“Pixie?”
All the blood drained from Pixie’s face.
“Maisie.”