melee. It wasn’t hard to spot Owl and his friends. They were the ones surrounded by all the women. I recognized them from my first night with Owl in the club’s parking lot after dumping Sergio and having my first real fuck.
There was the white guy that looked like he’d been carved by Michelangelo. He was blonde with a jaw that had to have been sculpted from stone. He had his hand up a woman’s shirt while he was talking to the black guy with the baldhead and dark eyes that were so intense I felt their burn from feet away. The brutha’s attention was on the Michelangelo while a girl rode his hip.
Both men looked up at my approach. Each man broke out licentious grins as they scanned my body. My steps faltered under their gazes. I stopped walking all together when I saw Owl.
Owl leaned against a black Charger while a girl arched her breasts into him. His eyes were on her breasts, but his hands were tucked under his armpits.
I hesitated. I had to remind myself that he wasn’t my boyfriend, not for real. Not until he said the words. He wasn’t cheating. He was sticking to his word. He said he was only fucking me. He was only looking at her. That was allowed. He was clearly keeping his hands off her. I should be thrilled.
But then the girl reached out her hand to his chest. He stared down at her hand and then back at her. The look in his eyes said back off, but in a playful way. His eyes were not forceful. I got the feeling that if she’d kept it there he would’ve let her. He wasn’t breaking the rules, she was.
Owl looked up and saw me. “There’s my girl.” He came forward, brushing off the girl’s touch without a second glance. “Come meet my boys, Kira.”
He took my hand in his own. It took my feet an extra second to uproot from the spot I’d been standing and staring in. I let go of the stake I’d had on that spot and allowed Owl to lay claim to my entire body when he wrapped an arm around my waist.
“This is Eagle and Crow.” Owl pointed to the black and blonde one.
The two hadn’t broken their gazes off my body the whole time. The black one winked. The blonde one tugged on his upper lip as he stared openly at my breasts.
“And this is Hawk.”
If I’d thought the other guys were big, Hawk nearly blocked out the moon. He stood far over six feet with an upper body the size of a truck. There was an air of authority surrounding him. He was the only one who didn’t leer at me.
“Hi,” I said.
Hawk spared me a brief glance. “Who’s your friend?”
I followed the direction of his gaze. Ellie still sat in her parked Beetle under a streetlight. “She’s just my ride here.”
Hawk’s lips spread in a predator’s smile. His eyes narrowed on his prey. “Invite her over.”
I knew Ellie was smart enough to stay away from a man like this. No way could she handle him if I could barely handle my little tryst with Owl. I wasn’t about to invite a lamb into the lion’s den. “She said she was meeting her boyfriend after dropping me off.”
Hawk turned his gaze back to me. I knew those dark eyes saw straight through my lie.
“Hey Owl,” a girl in short shorts sauntered up and insinuated herself between us. “I came to give you your good luck kiss.” The girl turned her face southward and ran her hands over the crotch of Owl’s jeans.
“Thank you Pepper, but I’m good.” Owl moved out of her reach and slung his arm around me.
Pepper raised an eyebrow at me, then shrugged and went on to Eagle. “Hey E, I brought these for you.” She handed Eagle a thong. He put them in his back pocket. “Crow, you wanna suck ‘em for good luck?” She lifted her shirt and put one of her pink nipples into Crow’s mouth.
Hawk tore his gaze away from Ellie’s still parked car and put his hand in Pepper’s shorts as Crow sucked her tits. I tried not to gape. I’d seen scenes like this in pornos. But I couldn’t help it.
Pepper gave herself over to the men completely, closing her
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