Vincent (Made Men, #2)(96)

“We’re seriously going to do this again?” Elle said nervously as they stepped out into the hallway and stood in front of the door.

Lake stared at her, her hand hovering over the door. “Um, how was the sex when you got home?”

Elle quickly knocked on the door herself.

Laughing at her friend, she was silenced as the door flew open. “Uh … uh… We were wondering if…”

Both girls swallowed their very dry throats as their eyes went over a very sweaty and very muscled body, clad in only jeans slung low over his hips.

“Yes, darlin’?” Lucca smiled at her, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe, his body completely blocking their view.

Lake was lost a moment before her eyes snapped back up to his face. “Wondering if you could take us to Poison again,” she blurted out.

Paying them back, his eyes roamed over their bodies. “I’ve got a better way to make them jealous, darlin’. Would you two like to come in and find out?”

Ye—

Elle cleared her throat. “No, thanks. We’re going to dance, but Vincent and Nero paid the guard to make sure we don’t leave.”

Lake bit her lip, shaking her head when he looked at her for a response, unable to speak. She was afraid her voice might betray her.

His eyes rolled over them one last time. “That’s a shame. Give me ten minutes.”

Elle and Lake’s heads moved to the side as he shut the door, hoping to get a peek inside. When the door closed, they both let out a breath.

“Damn, was it bad that I wanted to go in?” Lake started walking around in circles, fanning herself.

“Hell no. I wanted to see what was in there, too, and I fucking hate him.” Elle leaned her back against the wall, resting the back of her head.

Lake looked over at Elle. “Team Lucca?”

Elle looked back at her. “Maybe for like an hour … or a day…”

Yeah … a day at the most.

They both practically jumped when the door came open, a freshly showered and dressed Lucca appearing.

“Are you sure you’re not trying to make them jealous?” Lucca asked, walking down the hallway.

Elle tried to explain, “No, the point isn’t to make them jealous. We don’t even dance with anyone.”

“Yeah, it’s just to have fun and make them a little mad when we get home,” Lake added.

“I see.” Lucca passed the guard. Then the guard stopped Lake and Elle behind him.

“You two know damn well I can’t let you go down the elevator, especially when you’re looking like that. Nero and Vincent will fucking get my ass fired.”

Lucca hit the button and pulled out a couple of hundreds from his pocket. “You’re a better man than me. I would have at least asked to fuck them to let them pass.” He put the money in the guard’s top coat pocket then wrapped his arms around Lake and Elle’s shoulders. “Do that, though, and I’ll fucking slit your throat.”

“No, sir, I wouldn’t.” The guard stood back, letting them pass.

“I’ll make sure to tell them you put up a good fight, and you deserve more money for what you do.” He led the girls onto the elevator.

The guard nodded at him. “Thank you, sir.”

Lake and Elle’s mouths were on the floor as the door slid shut.

Holy Jesus Christ God almighty, I feel sorry for—

“So, you don’t want me to tell Nero and Vincent you’re at Poison?” Lucca broke the silence when the elevator moved down a few floors.

Lake revealed to him the other reason they had wanted him to come. “Nope, we totally want you to.”

*

“There they are! Quick, act sexy like we did last time.” Lake hurriedly moved behind Elle and placed her hands on her hips, moving behind her.

“Oh, shit, they look pissed!” Elle yelled, looking out of the corner of her eye carefully.

“Only because they see what we’re wearing. They’ll get over it.” Lake moved Elle’s strawberry-blonde hair off to one shoulder sexily, which also displayed her awesome boobs.

She watched Nero step in front of Elle as she felt hands circle her waist and spin her around. She was anxious to find out which Vincent she was going to meet. The best fucking part was being able to fuck two guys without it being cheating. Lake had fully claimed herself as the luckiest girl in the world.

Her hair was grabbed, and she was forced to look into glowing eyes. Mmm … bad Vincent.

Practically reading her mind, he grasped her hair in his hands tighter, pulling down so her mouth was wide fucking open for his tongue to slide in and possess her.

“You know you’re not allowed to wear my fucking outfits out without me, and you know the punishment for running from me,” he growled at her.

She was already out of breath by the time he got done kissing her. “I-I didn’t run from you. I made sure Lucca brought me here safely and told him to tell you where I was going. I thought you would like to find me like this for you.” She slightly pulled up the front of her dress, revealing her lace thigh-high stockings.

Spinning her back around, his hands went up the top of her thighs then gripped her hips, pulling her back onto his hard dick. “I do, and this is how much I appreciate it, baby.”