The venue changed all the time for the Triple Crown Club. I’d been to Berne a few times, since it was quite close to Tam. And it was a shame we weren’t in the mood because the house this time was pretty amazing.
We found an empty room — a study of some kind and stepped inside, shutting the door. Killian and I slumped onto the couch, Dean in the chair across from us.
“Fuck this.”
He took his mask off.
“Dude,” Killian growled a warning.
“Oh, what, the doors are locked, and it’s just us,” Dean muttered, shrugging. “Fuck, we should have just gone to a damn bar or something.”
“So, another six months for another vote. Bullshit,” Killian muttered, taking his mask off.
I glanced at them before shrugging myself.
Fuck it.
I pulled mine off too, breathing deeply. Hell, it did feel better without it on. What’d feel even better was something hot, wet, and willing bouncing on my cock, but this wasn’t the night for that — not with the news we’d gotten.
We sipped our drinks.
“So, now what?”
Dean shook his head. “Fuck if I—”
The door slammed open with a bang. The three of us jumped to our feet, whirling and— …And freezing.
No, not us. The whole damn world froze. The entire world just went still for second, and my eyes locked right onto hers.
Long, chestnut hair, gorgeous blue eyes, tender skin and soft curves. Lips made for sin.
She wasn’t wearing a mask either, and she was fucking gorgeous. Stunning perfection, actually, and the rest of it — all of it — just faded away. Suddenly, the bullshit with the council in Tam just went away inside my head. Because in that moment, it was just her and us in one perfect frozen frame.
“I’m— I’m sorry,” She started to turn. “I—”
“Hang on.”
I stepped forward. There wasn’t just something off in her look. She didn’t look nervous, like some girls were here. She looked downright scared. I reached for her arm, but she flinched.
“Hey, whoa,” I backed away, my arms held back. “We’re not gonna hurt you.”
“Don’t touch me.”
“Not a problem.”
I heard Dean cough behind me. “Are you okay?”
Her eyes darted to each of us — strong, fierce, full of fire.
“I’m fine, but I’m not going to do…” he nodded behind her at the door. “Whatever’s going on out there.”
I nodded, taking a casual sip of my drink and trying to ignore the fact that my heart was beating out of my goddamn chest just being this close to her.
“Well, neither are we.” I shrugged, smiling at her.
She eyed me.
“I mean, sorry to disappoint, but this?” I ran a finger up and down my chest.
“This is off limits, honey.”
She grinned, her eyes twinkling.
“Are you okay?” Killian growled.
She nodded, her shoulders visibly relaxing.
“Sorry, I—” She shook her head. “What is this place?”
“You’re new, aren’t you.”
“Uh, yeah. That obvious, huh?”
I glanced at my friends, all three of us thinking the same thing.
We weren’t wearing masks.
It didn’t seem like she was recognizing us, but still. We were Princes of Tam, and here we were in the middle of the goddamn Triple Crown Club in front of a girl with no masks on.
I mean, we kept quiet — we stayed out of the tabloids unlike people media-whores like Prince Magnus, from the kingdom of Zale. So, it’s not like we were highly recognizable figures. But still.
“Drink?”
Her eyes snapped to Killian, narrowing.
“Just a drink, beautiful,” he said quietly. “You can say no.”
She chewed on that, sucking her lips between her teeth as she sized us up. Apparently, we passed.
“Okay, sure.”
She stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. I turned and glanced at my friends. I knew the look on their faces. It was the same as the one on mine, cause we were all feeling it.
This girl was incredible. Gorgeous, sexy, and vibrant — that much was obvious. But hell, she was more than that too. In one minute of meeting her, that much was clear. She was funny, and inquisitive. And smart — that you could tell from one look into those sharp blue eyes.
There was something fierce burning inside of her that you rarely saw.
“I’d ask your names, but apparently that’s a big thing here,” she rolled her eyes as she said it, and I grinned.
“Yeah, it’s the rules. We should be wearing masks too, technically.”
“Guess I’m not that familiar with sex club rules.”
The three of us laughed.
“Who brought you here?” Dean growled.
I could sense the anger in his voice. And shit, he had a point. That was another thing about the club — you didn’t just shove someone into this. When you invited a girl to the club, you at least gave her an idea of what she was walking into. No one wanted some poor chick walking into this and freaking the fuck out.
Like this girl.
She wasn’t “freaking,” but clearly, no one had prepared her, and that was a shit move.
And against the rules, actually.
“These guys I met at this party tonight.” She frowned. “They didn’t mention what this place was, they said it was a club.”
“You imagined more DJ music and less—”
“Naked people? Uh, yeah.”
We chuckled.
“All we’ve got is vodka,” Dean said, nodding at the bottle we’d taken with us to the study to get away from all of it out there.
“Perfect.”
He passed her a drink. “Your cocktail, miss.”
“Thanks, she smiled before slugging half of it back.
Killian whistled and she grinned sheepishly.
“Sorry, that was necessary.” She sighed. “I’m Anya, by the way.”
Dean chuckled. “So much for no names.”
“Whatever, I’m getting out of here the second I’m done.”
“With?”
She shrugged. “With decompressing in this room, I guess.”
I grinned.
“So what brings you guys here? Someone lie to you too?”
I cleared my throat. “Uh, not exactly.”
“So you came here looking to do…that?”
“What? No.” I shook my head. “Not tonight. We just— a lot of shit is going on with us, and we just needed a place to unwind.”
“A bar is a good place for that.”
“Told you,” Killian muttered at Dean.
“Well, sorry to hear about the lots of shit going on.” She gave us all a sympathetic look.
She was so honest, and so real. It was refreshing. But also, that dress was doing amazing things for her ass and those tits. I felt like kind of a dick for going there in my mind when this girl clearly needed to step back from all the sexual stuff going on out there, but shit, I was only a man.
..It’s not like my cock was tuned into emotional needs.
I pulled my eyes back to hers though, somehow.
“Thanks.”
She sipped her drink before knitting her brow.
“Wait, not tonight? Do you— do you come to this place a lot?”
We were quiet a minute before Dean spoke.
“We’re members,” he said, cautiously.
Her face went red.
“Really?”
“That shocks you.”
She blushed. “I mean, yeah, a little.”
I fixed my eyes on her.
“Why?”
“Cause its a sex club!” She laughed. “I mean you’re all good looking guys, you can go out and—”
We laughed.
“Wait, do you think this is like, sex for pay?” Dean chuckled out.
“Is it not?”
“Holy shit, no. No. Not at all,” he laughed. “No, everyone here is here because they want to be.”