Page 38 of Deck the Skulls
The bar was empty and mostly dark, with only Zan standing behind the counter, tapping on a tablet. Looking up, his face broke out into an eager, excited smile.
“It’s about time you two got back!” he exclaimed, sliding over the counter and rushing up to them. “I was so lonely.”
He grabbed Rissa under her arms and held her up in the air with a slow twirl.
“Put me down!” Rissa gasped, even as she laughed at his antics.
Anatoly pushed an image of the bar top at Zan through their soul bond. He had one more plan for the evening, and it involved the three of them and the Sanguine bar top.
With an expression of anticipation, Zan set Rissa down on the bar top, then pushed a few stools out of the way. Moving between her legs, he pressed his lips to hers.
Anatoly made sure the door was securely locked and the protective wards that kept everyone out during off hours were activated. Only someone very powerful or the bruja who’d created the wards could get in now. They were safe and secure in Sanguine.
He’d given Rissa a magical evening tailored for her. Now it was time to do the same for Zan. Only instead of a meal with a live orchestra, his evening delight would involve a nightcap with Rissa as the drinking vessel.
“Don’t you want to go upstairs?” Rissa asked between Zan’s kisses.
“Later,” Anatoly answered for Zan. “We want to play down here first.”
Rissa cast a glance at the windows at the front. “People could see in here.”
“Lucky them,” Zan murmured. “They’d get to see two men pleasuring the most gorgeous woman in all of San Diego. They might die of jealousy on the spot.”
She snorted. “I promise that’s not what they’re thinking.”
“I hate it when you put yourself down,” Zan grumbled. “You’re gorgeous. I don’t know why you think you’re not. I get a hard-on even thinking about your luscious body. When we work together, I have to work hard on not getting hard!”
“Zan makes a good point,” Anatoly said, walking around the bar to stand at Rissa’s back. “It also feels like you’re calling us liars. I don’t like my honesty being questioned. If you keep saying you're undesirable or ugly, we might be forced to spank you.”
She jerked. “What?”
Zan nodded his head, looking enthusiastic. “Oh, I like that idea. It’d be fun to get to spank someone else for a change.”
“I don’t think… um… I’m probably not…”
Poor Rissa was so flustered she couldn’t finish her sentence. While she was trying to sort out her thoughts, Zan made short work of pulling off her shirt and unbuttoning her jeans.
“Hey, we need—oh!”
Anatoly cut her off by grabbing her under the arms and lifting so Zan could sweep her pants and panties off, taking her shoes off with them.
All that was left was her bra, which Anatoly unhooked and Zan pulled off, then tossed it carelessly behind him.
“You’re probably tired from the evening,” Anatoly murmured, pressing her shoulders, urging her to lay down on the bar.
“This isn’t sanitary,” she huffed, even as she let the two of them lay her out. Anatoly ducked down to dig Zan’s favorite vodka out of one of the small fridges and hand it to him. The shifter’s eyes lit up with excitement.
“What are you going to do—shit that’s cold!” Rissa screeched when Zan poured a shot on her belly button. Leaning over, he licked, then covered the spot with his lips and sucked. Rissa gasped. “Your mouth feels ssso hot!”
“This is the best version of doing shots ever,” Zan growled, licking every last drop of the expensive vodka off Rissa’s soft skin.
“While you enjoy your drink, I think I might have a late snack,” Anatoly said as he straddled the bar and grabbed Rissa’s ankles. Scooting forward, he put her legs over his shoulders and settled down on his belly. The bar top wasn’t the most comfortable of surfaces, but he didn’t plan to spend all night there.
After Rissa had her first orgasm and Zan got to lick vodka off her delectable skin, he’d take them both upstairs and enjoy the two of them for the rest of the night.
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