Page 95 of Brutal Reign
“Yeah, you’re gonna go get them for us,” Seb replies, waggling his brows mischievously.
“What? No!” I object, shaking my head with a scowl. “What if I get carded?”
“You won’t,” Ace reassures, sliding an arm around my waist and turning me toward the bar along the wall opposite of the stage. “See that bartender with the backwards hat?” he murmurs, leaning in closer. “He hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off you since we walked in. Order from him, he’ll be too distracted by how hot you are to ask for your ID.”
“Just don’t flirt too much, or I’ll have to chop his balls off,” Seb adds with a grunt as Ace tucks a wad of cash into my hand. “It’s too early in the night to get blood on my hands.”
I swing my gaze on him, frowning. “Ha ha,” I bite out sarcastically.
“I’m serious,” he deadpans.
Shit, some part of me wonders if he really is–and why the hell is the thought of that so damn thrilling?A man willing to maim someone for something as benign as flirting with me should be a huge red flag, but suddenly, red’s my favorite color.
“Whatever, I’ll be back,” I sigh, shrugging Ace’s arm off and starting forward. I yelp when Seb lands a hard slap on my ass, darting him a glare over my shoulder as I proceed to stomp off toward the bar.
They were right, though– the guy doesn’t card me. He hits me with a lame pickup line about hurting myself when I fell from heaven, and I force a smile and play along while he pours the drinks, scampering back over to my guys as soon as I have them in my hands.
Seb and Ace are still posted up at the high-top table, the crowd around them thickening by the minute. I shoulder my way right between the pair of them and slide two of the lowball glasses onto the table, keeping one for myself.
Seb picks up the one closest to him, lifting it to his nose and taking a sniff. “Whiskey?” he asks, licking his lips with a satisfied smile. “I’m impressed.”
“Liquor is quicker,” I shrug, lifting my own glass in the air. “Bottoms up, boys.”
“Hold up,” Seb barks, snatching my wrist before I can bring my drink to my lips. “Are we finally calling a truce?” he asks, arching a brow as he holds my stare. “No more groveling, no more games… we’re really doing this? Leaning into the bond and seeing if we can make it work?”
My heart stutters in my chest, mouth running dry. Shit,arewe really doing this?
“Truce,” Ace agrees from my other side, picking up his own glass and holding it out. He looks to me questioningly, and as I stare into his ocean eyes, it’s suddenly hard to breathe.
Butterflies take flight in my belly as I glance between Seb and Ace, my dual bonds humming contentedly in my chest as I consider what this means for us. What it could mean for our future.Can one person even seal two mate bonds?
I guess we won’t know until we try, but there’s no longer a question in my mind as to whether I want it. I wantthis, wantbothof them. Blowing out a shaky breath, I thrust my glass forward, clinking it with Ace’s. “Truce.”
Seb puts his own drink in, knocking it against each of ours as we all exchange looks, cracking smiles. Then we throw back the whiskey.
Two drinks later, I’ve got a solid buzz going as the band finally takes the stage. We crush forward with the rest of the crowd, an infectious energy consuming the room from the first strum of the lead singer’s guitar. I lose my goddamn mind when they drop right into their biggest hit, throwing up my hands and shaking my ass as I sing along, Seb and Ace laughing at my antics. They stay glued to me like bodyguards as we shove our way deeper into the fray, getting as close to the stage as we can.
Even though Seb said he doesn’t dance, he sure as shit sways to the beat, getting more into it with every song. It’s hard not to, considering how great this band is when performing live. I was already obsessed with their music, but being here in the room with them is a whole other experience. I still can’t believe Ace pulled this off.
I proceed to lose myself in the music, throwing my head back and dancing between my boys while their hands trail over my body. Every time I look up at them, their eyes aren’t on the stage, though. They’re onme. And there’s something incredibly powerful in capturing the undivided attention of these two men; both absolute Adonises that any girl in here would kill to be with. That heady feeling infects me until I’m grinding on the two of them shamelessly, allowing them to pass me back and forth between them like their favorite toy.
As the crowd continues to press forward, the three of us start slipping further back, until we’re on the outskirts of the sea of people. Seb’s hand slides beneath my skirt to grip my ass and I lean back into him, tipping my chin up and smirking.
He lowers his head, lips hovering beside the shell of my ear as he murmurs, “Wanna fuck?”
I blink back at him in stunned surprise, both because he just asked that so bluntly and becauseyeah, I kindado. The two of them have been working me up all night with their wandering hands, and I’m so hot and bothered that I feel as if I could combust.
“Where?” I breathe, eyes darting back and forth.
His smirk deepens as he slides his hand back out from underneath my skirt, lifting his gaze to Ace and arching a brow in question. Always two steps ahead, Ace nods toward a vacant alcove behind us; one of many set up alongside the room as a VIP area for regular bar operations. The two of them exchange conspiratorial looks, then Seb grabs for my hand and gives it a little tug in a directive to follow. I instinctively reach for Ace’s, needing him, too.
He licks his lips, his heated gaze connecting with mine.Game on.
Frenetic energy ripples through me as the three of us slink back into the shadows of the dark alcove. Though we lose full view of the stage in doing so, it doesn’t compromise our ability to hear the music. It pulses through me in time with the erratic beating of my heart as Seb guides me inside the space, looking to Ace.
“Pull that curtain,” he directs, and Ace grabs for the sheer black fabric, a whoosh of air hitting me in the face as he yanks it over to cover the opening. It’s a little bit see-through, but fuck it. It conceals us well enough.
Seb’s arms wind around me from behind, pulling me back against him. His stubble tickles my skin as he leans down over my shoulder, sucking on my neck.