“Oh. My. God.”
Her grip tightened on my wrist as her eyes went even wider.
“Are you seriously doing what I think you’re doing?” she hissed.
“I have to go, okay?”
“Julia!”
“Emma.”
Her lips pursed, and even if I could tell she was a little scandalized, and maybe a little worried for me, I could also see the flush on her face that looked a whole like curiosity.
…Maybe jealousy too.
“I’ll call you tomorrow, I promise.”
She took a quick sip of her cocktail, her eyes darting past me to the two men who were about to change everything I knew.
“I’d tell you to have fun, but…” Her eyes dragged back to mine, that pink flush in her cheeks. “Something tells me that’s not going to be a problem.”
Chapter 3
Victor
The limo was already waiting for us right outside the club as we stepped out into the night. Julia hesitated for a second at the door to the back of it, like I’d anticipated she might, since everything about her seemed smart, savvy, and not prone to getting into limousines with strange men she’d just met.
I liked that about her.
“You can say no anytime,” Micah murmured as he held the door open for her.
Micah, not Matthew. Just like I was Victor, not Van. I knew we were both feeling guilty about the fake names, but then, it was Masquerade night, of which the whole point was to be anonymous. Hell, her name might not have even been Julia, though something told me this girl was incapable of lying, even for something like this.
But then, we had another reason for the fake names too. It’s the reason that on our one night out in North Revania, we’d chosen a place that encouraged masks. Because men like Micah and I couldn’t just go out and expect not to get mobbed with paparazzi, strangers taking selfies, and all sorts of other bullshit.
And if men like us were seen out trying to pick up the same girl, together? Well, it’d be an international scandal of the highest order.
After all, royal princes don’t go out to clubs looking to take a girl home to share.
So the fake names were necessary. After all, if we were both to hit on a woman, and then pop that “by the way, we both want to take you home” part, only to have her freak, it was as easy as walking away when there were masks and fake names involved. If it was Prince Micah Anders of West Revania and Prince Victor Swell of South Revania trying to bring a girl home together, well, that was like chum to the sharks.
And yet, I felt guilty about it, and I knew why.
Because Julia wasn’t just some girl we were picking up a the bar. Well, she was, but it was a whole fucking lot more than that, and I didn’t even have to look at Micah to know he was thinking the same damn thing.
It was everything about her — her beauty, her wit, her ability to make us tongue-tied, and her ability to seem so innocent and yet so willing to get a little dangerous that had us hooked.
I felt guilty about lying about our names to her because I liked her — really, truly liked her, and in much more than in the way where I wanted to watch her come as she rode my thick cock up and down.
…I mean, I did want to see that too, but it was deeper than that. Much deeper, and Micah was in the same boat.
“If tonight was just a dance,” I murmured in her ear as she hesitated outside the limo. “Then that’s fine. We had a great time with you, and if this isn’t something you want to—”
“I want,” she whispered breathlessly, whirling, her eyes blazing up into mine as her cheeks flushed.
“I really want.”
I grinned, watching her eyes flash fire into mine before she turned and stepped into the limo.
Micah nodded at me before he climbed in after. I followed, shutting the door and pushing a button on the side console signaling our driver, who already knew where we were going.
The car drove off into the night, the three of us almost visibly buzzing with excitement.
Micah poured champagne, passing around the glasses as we sank back into the big, wide bench seat, Julia between us. We all still wore the masks, like we’d decided without words to keep the anonymity going. Outside the club atmosphere, there was something even more innocent and just so pure about her that had my blood roaring in my ears. Something so good about her that got my cock throbbing hard.
“Cheers, to a fun night,” Micah raised a glass, clinking it to hers and to mine across her.
We all drank quietly, and for a second, I wondered if she might have lost her nerve between the dance and the limo. I wondered if now, here alone with us, she was suddenly doubting her decision.
“Julia, I was serious before. If you want to stop—”
I didn’t even finish my sentence before she turned, grabbed my shirt, and yanked me into her. Her lips seared to mine, her kiss hungry, fierce, and wild. I growled, my hands grabbing her tightly and tangling in her hair as I claimed that sweet little mouth.
Oh, it was on.
She whimpered as I kissed her, my hands roaming up her bare thighs to her ass, grabbing it tightly and growling into her mouth. I pulled away, and it’s like she anticipated it before Micah took her in his hands — turning to meet his kiss and melting against my best friend.
My cock pulsed in my pants as I watched her kiss him. She leaned into him, and my eyes dropped to the way her tiny black dress rode up high on her, showing a glimpse of sweet, succulent skin and flash of black thong panties.
I had to taste her. Not later, at the hotel. fucking now. I had to see if she was as sweet as I knew she’d be. I had to spread those legs and kiss and suck my way between them until she was squealing for more and coming all over my tongue.
She was kissing Micah fiercely, moaning into him as he held her by the hair. His hand drifted up and down her side, up to brush the underside of her breasts and then down to skim along the hem of her dress. I moved into, my hand sliding up her legs and making her shiver and moan even louder into him.
I might have just met this girl, but I had a strong suspicion she’d never been with two guys before.
…I could guaran-fucking-tee she’d never been with two guys like us before.