Her Way (Part 1)
Terry Richmond x Zyair Malloy x Black!Fem OC (Mea Culpa x Rebel Ridge AU)
Warning(s): cursing, alcohol use, kissing, voyeurism/exhibitionism, PDA, Dom!Trevante, Dom!Aaron, Possible grammar errors (duh)
"What if we had a threesome? No one would know about it. Just us." It had always been a fantasy of hers but Danielle Blair never thought it'd become a reality. Let alone with them of all people. This wasn't Zyair and Terry's first rodeo but she would be their last. No labels. No ties. Absolutely no strings attached. Just one night of forbidden pleasure where the world outside ceased to exist. But one night is never enough, now is it?
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A Word from the Writer: Ya'll I have been working on this specific story for months and once the thought was in my mind, I could not let it go. I've been wanting to write a story about polyamory and a threesomes and what each of the men would be into if we followed them into their private lives when the cameras were off (in their respective universes). I had it come across the right characters to write about until the specific two. It gets hot, very fast very quickly, so please stay tuned. As always thank you so much for your love, support, and tags (they mean the world to me). Enjoy - Chrysanthemum🌸💕
“Pull over right here. Yeah… yeah right here is good. Thank you.” She waited until the automatic door, that he insisted she didn’t need to touch, opened before climbing out of her cab. She was greeted at the door by two tall security guards. One of which tapped the other who was scanning someone’s ID. The guy trying to get in barely looked over twenty-one and had a few strands of what anyone would agree was a struggle beard. The guard looked at him for a moment then his ID again before scanning it and letting him in.
“Aye look who it is.” Anthony laughed holding one arm out for a side hug.
Shaun smiled charmingly before stamping the next persons’ wrist. “Ms. I-don’t-know-nobody.”
She glided past the velvet rope, bypassing the line with confident strides toward the entrance. Chunky black open-toe heels announced her arrival on the pavement. Her open-back dress, hitting mid-thigh, showcased her luminous rich brown skin under the warming lights. Her long trench coat complimented her skin perfectly. The scent of brown sugar and vanilla trailed behind her, drawing attention and interrupting conversations as people turned to look. As Danielle got closer, she greeted Anthony with a casual side hug before gently pulling Shaun down to her level, fingers delicately caressing the back of his neck. His arm wrapped around her waist under her coat pulling her in for a hug as she smiled, noticing his subtle shiver at her touch.
"You look good Dani," he breathed. "You know I like that perfume... lemme find out you came to see me"
“You wish. Keep wishin'.” She teased, kissing his temple before pulling away like always. Danielle knew it drove him crazy. She always admired Shaun but never enough to give him a chance. Not yet at least. “How’s the vibe in there?”
“Upstairs dancehall but throwback R&B in the main lobby and main stage. You’ll like it.” He said, taking her wrist and stamping it. “If you not feelin’ it, I owe you a drink.”
With a playful smile, she glided past them, her walk leaving them with a lot to think about and look at. Their eyes lingered as she disappeared into the crowd. "I’ma hold you to that," she teased.
The hypnotic rhythm pulsed through her body, each bass note reverberating deep in her chest as Danielle descended the crimson-bathed stairwell into the main lobby. The rich, velvety notes of “Tru” by Lloyd spilling from the speakers made her sway immediately. Tonight's set was particularly enchanting, the melody wrapping around her like a familiar lover's embrace. The warmly lit main area opened in front of her almost like a movie. A small ocean of bodies moving in sync under the dance floor's warm glow. Crystal chandeliers cast prismatic patterns across exposed skin and various shades of brown, creating an ethereal atmosphere that blurred the line between reality and fantasy. Everyone looked beautiful tonight. She moved casually through the crowd, her hips swaying subtly to the rhythm as she navigated the space.
Familiar faces appeared through the haze of perfume and cologne—the Thursday night regulars who'd become something of a second family. She exchanged warm hugs with Marcus at the bar, kissed Layla's cheek near the VIP section, and waved to the twins who never missed an event. Each greeting was genuine but brief; tonight, she had other intentions. Approaching the heavy, ornate door that separated the main lobby from her destination, Danielle paused, her fingertips tracing the intricate carvings on its handle. As she pulled it open, she locked eyes with the DJ across the room—a tall stocky figure silhouetted against multicolored lights. He immediately recognized her, pointing her out with a nod that she always appreciated.
She responded with a coy smile, the corner of her lips lifting just enough to convey confidence without arrogance. Her delicate wave was an acknowledgment of their unspoken connection; a ritual they'd performed countless times before. This was her favorite place to start her evening—the main stage. Here, bathed in the crimson glow that welcomed her home, with the music washing over her like waves on a moonlit shore, she felt most alive. Most alluring. Most herself. Tonight, would be no different, she thought. She made her way toward her favorite spot at the bar. The vibrant neon signs beckoning her closer one of which reading “Sinners Welcome”. Suave on Thursday nights had become Danielle’s sanctuary. Her weekly ritual of self-expression and pure joy. While the club advertised free drinks for ladies until 1 A.M., she had long since established herself as a familiar face and never had to reach for her wallet for anything. It was her home away from home.
Looking around, she caught the sight of a familiar face in a place like this - Big Mike, the head bartender, mixing drinks faster than anyone else. It was no wonder he always got tipped the most. The late-night crowd was starting to pour in from the main lobby as the slow grinding R&B was starting to play. Settling onto her favorite stool, she smiled as Mike already had her usual whiskey ginger waiting. “Either you know me too well or I’m here too often.” She said over the music taking the glass from him.
“You not here enough! You know I’d know that pretty face anywhere.” He laughed, his raspy voice continued. She always appreciated his genuine attentiveness to her. “How you doin’? You by yourself?”
“I’m doin’ alright. Just me tonight.” Sipping her drink, she adjusted her purse under her arm.
“You doin’ shots?”
“Only if you do one wit’ me.”
He grinned, already reaching for the whiskey. "For you? Always." He poured two shots sliding one her way. "Just don't tell Rob I'm drinkin’ on the job."
"Your secret's safe wit' me." She winked, raising her glass. They clinked glasses and downed their shots in perfect sync. The familiar warmth of Jameson left a trail of courage in its wake making her shiver. “Love you Mike! Don’t work too hard.”
“Don’t hurt nobody out there.” He teased. She laughed making her way to the dance floor drink in hand. Her long black knotless braids swayed with every movement ending just below the hem of her dress. Her elephant back tattoo was framed perfectly like the work of art it was. Gold necklace glinting in the light and hint of cleavage caught the eye of men nearby but none of them dared to approach her. Dani smelled good. She looked good. She knew it.
Today marked her three-year anniversary working at Harper and Steinwell. A well-known law firm downtown that she worked ridiculously hard to land a position at. After months of applications and interviews around the city, she got the job as an administrative assistant to Mea Harper. Following her across the city and taking all her calls when she was away was not easy with her popularity and reputation for exceedingly difficult clients, but she managed. She excelled. Danielle was making close to six-figures and got a bonus. “A thank you for all your hard work and dedication to the firm. You have been an extension of me in every single way. I look forward to more years with you here.” Mea’s words almost brought her to tears. She was so proud of herself and tonight, she was celebrating.
Touch Me
Their eyes met across the crowded dance floor just when a Bobby Valentino song came on. He sat perched at the bar taking a sip from his glass. His eyes were glued to her. But so were a handful of other men circling around. However, she ignored every last one of them. He made note of that. Which is why he was a little taken back when she smiled at him. He nodded at her in quiet acknowledgement. She turned away dancing with her eyes closed singing along to the words of the song.
Her body proceeded to hold him captive. He envied the music that whispered in her ears and the fabric of her dress that clung to her skin. He was jealous of the air that brushed against her exposed neck as she moved and the heat between her thighs. He watched, mesmerized, as her hips swayed to the rhythm. The DJ transitioning from song to song. Her fingers occasionally running through her braids pulling them away from her face only to let them cascade down her back again. His eyes traced the outline of her silhouette lingering on the way the club lights danced across her skin. How perfectly they highlighted the sheen of perspiration that made her glow. Every man who approached her and was dismissed only intensified his desire to be the exception; to be the one she'd welcome into her space. Danielle locked eyes with him again giving him a once over before drinking from her cup.
It wasn’t his idea to come here but he was glad he did. Places like this reminded him of the life he used to live. Before the money and lavish experiences. He’d hoped coming to this lounge on the other side of town would ensure he wasn’t recognized and so far, so good.
Zyair had been watching Dani long enough to know she’d come alone and had at least two drinks in her. He noticed her not too long after she got in honestly. She walked past him on the way to the bar to order a drink. Her perfume caught his attention, then how long her hair was, and lastly her curves. Just tall enough to reach my chest wit’out the heels. That dress. And a pretty smile? Yeah, she my type of problem for sure. How she danced with other women. How she didn’t care who was watching. Carefree. Sensual. Confident. He could watch her dance for hours. What Zyair wanted he got. Always. But what was the thrill without the chase?
Danielle would look away only to catch him staring and vice versa. She knew he was watching her and only her. She had to know. Yet she continued her private dancing. A wordless invitation that drove him crazy. When she finally put her empty glass down on a nearby table and turned fully in his direction, the look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know, the time for watching was over.
Zyair was about to get up and walk over when he lost sight of her in the crowd. He cursed under his breath only for her to walk up to him a few minutes later. She touched his shoulder softly gesturing towards the empty stool next to him. “Anyone sittin’ here?”
“No ma’am. Been keepin’ it warm for you.” He joked watching her laugh and placed her purse down next to him. He put his drink down turning to face her fully, extending his hand. “Zyair.”
"Danielle, but you can call me Dani... or yours. Both work just fine." She said, putting her hand in his. Their touch lingered as he savored the softness of her skin against his calloused palm.
"Noted." he said, his voice a low rumble that was so satisfying to hear. His eyes roamed slowly down her body before his eyes locked with hers with unmistakable interest. "Dani it is then, I knew you was mine from the moment I saw you."
The look in his eyes mirrored their earlier eye contact across the room. Unspoken desires passing between them: I want you. You intrigue me. Come closer. The world around them blurred into nothing. She noticed how he stroked his beard before adjusting in his seat again. His whole body relaxing in her presence. "Got you," he said with a smooth grin, his hand lingering on her waist. "I think I like having you in my hands already." His eyes held hers as he helped settle her onto the stool, voice dropping slightly. "Comfortable?"
“Very.” She arched her back slightly, feeling the warmth of his hand against her waist. Her head tilted to one side as her eyes met his again. A slow smile spreading across her lips. Unintentionally, she shifted her weight on the stool, her thigh brushing against his as she leaned closer. “I think the feeling is mutual.” He watched as her fingers trailed up his forearm, lingering on his skin as her breath quickened slightly. She pressed her lips together, licking them before speaking, her voice carrying a honeyed softness. "You knew I was yours?”
"You been watchin’ me all night. I been watchin’ you too. We know that. That’s why we a couple inches away from each other right now.” His chair was positioned perfectly, allowing him to sit with his legs spread comfortably, taking up space in that uniquely masculine way. The way he looked at her felt possessive, appreciative, like he was already imagining her in different positions, her clothes pooling at her feet.
She hummed pleased as she studied his face. "Only a couple inches." Her eyes flicked to his lips, lingering there for a moment before meeting his eyes again. The bass of the music seemed to sync with her heartbeat as she became painfully aware of how close they were. Still holding each other.
"Drawn to the flame already?" he teased, a low laugh escaping as she caught herself and pulled her hand away.
"You're the one who already can't keep their hands off me," she challenged. "I wonder how much self-control you really have." I definitely haven’t seen him here before. I wonder why. She hoped that the dim lights of the club could hide how hard she was blushing. He noticed. Nothing really got past Zyair. The way his eyes held hers made her feel both seen and exposed. Like he could read the thoughts forming in her mind—thoughts that would make a nun blush.
Zyair's eyes slowly panned down her body from her eyes to her gold French tip toes. Skin just as soft as I thought it was.He watched her fingers against the side of his glass quietly admiring how her nails matched her feet. The club's lights caught the glossy shine of her lips. She cracked a smile finally after avoiding his stare for a moment to grab a bar napkin to use as a coaster. “You gonna babysit this little drink of yours all night?”
He'd approached plenty of beautiful women before, he’d been pursued a handful of times, but Danielle. Something about her presence demanded a different kind of attention—more thoughtful, more focused. He could feel himself shifting into a slower rhythm. Matching her energy rather than trying to lead it. "What we drinkin' tonight, Dani?" He finally let go of her hand. Fingertips lingering for a moment against her palm.
"We drinkin' what I'm drinkin'," she said, a playful gleam in her eyes. “You don’t mind me makin’ the decisions for a little while do you?”
His brows raised as he shook his head slowly. "Not at all." He tilted his head back and finished his whiskey in one smooth go putting the empty glass down with a deliberate tap against the bar top, then leaned in slightly closer to her. "So, Miss Decision-Maker, what's my next drink gonna be?"
She caught Big Mike's attention as he emerged from the back, raising her fingers. "Another round wit’ an extra shot, please? On him." She turned to Zyair with a teasing smile. "Hope you don't mind payin’. Think of it as an investment in your evenin’."
Big Mike nodded. His massive frame moving swiftly behind the bar. His knowing eyes darted between Danielle and Zyair before he got started on their drinks.
"An investment? And what would I get in return?"
‘My time.” Danielle stroked his arm. Fingers softly running over his exposed rich, dark skin. Marveling at his undertone and tattoos, she already decided which was her favorite. “And the next round on me… maybe.” His eyes watched her hand working its enchanting magic. Her nails on his skin made him warmer than his drinks had been. The thought of them digging in his back flashed in his mind. “You don’t mind my hands do you? I can stop if—”
“Nah it’s cool.” He extended his arm further for her to have more ground to cover. “You can touch me. I don’t mind.”
“You like how I touch you?” her index finger traced one of his veins down to his palm as she looked up at him. Zyair grinned at the clearly rhetorical question. The faint appearance of goosebumps rising along his arm where her fingers traced told a story his casual demeanor tried to hide. Danielle noticed right away letting out a low satisfied laugh. She savored the effect she was having on him. The power in this subtle exchange. "I got a Whiskey Ginger," she finally admitted, her thumb running over his bicep. "But sometimes I like an Amoretto Long Island. So sweet you don’t even notice the bite. Like me."
His free hand found the small of her back. His touch was unapologetic. Palm resting against her claiming that spot as his. "I don’t mind bite. What’s pleasure wit’out a lil’ pain, right?” The warmth penetrated through the thin fabric of her dress threatening to make her sweat. “Besides, I never turn down a drink and a shot wit’ a beautiful woman specially one who knows what she wants." He stroked his beard before looking at her. "You strike me as a Jameson girl. Am I right?"
Danielle frowned, impressed by his intuition. "Look at you, readin’ my mind already." She shifted slightly so they were face-to-face. One arm on the bar and the other free to explore. "Yes, actually. How’d you know?”
“I’m pretty good at mind readin’.” As if on cue, Big Mike arrived with their drinks, setting down two double Whiskey Gingers and two shot glasses. "Here you go," he announced, giving Danielle a cryptic nod before retreating to serve other customers. Mike always knew how to keep a secret as well as she did which is why they got along so well. See nothing. Say nothing. See you next week.
“So, what else am I thinkin’ right now? Since you so good at mind readin’.”
Zyair leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "You thinkin’ ‘bout how good these hands would feel on more than just ya back." His hand wandered slowly to her unexposed part of her thigh. What little there was. "You're wonderin’ if I'm as sensitive on my arm everywhere else." He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes dark with promise. "And you're debating if you should take me home tonight or make me work a little harder for it."
Danielle couldn't help the small laugh that escaped her lips, both impressed and slightly unnerved by how close he'd come to her actual thoughts. "Not bad," she conceded, lifting her shot glass in a silent toast. "But maybe I'm just thinkin’ about how good this whiskey's goin’ to taste." She knocked back the shot in one smooth motion, maintaining eye contact with him over the rim of the glass. The amber liquid burned pleasantly down her throat making her shiver. She licked the remnants of whiskey from her lips slowly turning him on more. "Your turn," she challenged, nodding toward his untouched shot. "Unless you're all talk."
He scoffed taking his shot back in one go. "These lips do more than just talk." His eyes locked with hers as he set the empty glass down, the burning liquid leaving a pleasant warmth in his chest. “Oh really?”
“Mmhmm.” Leaning slightly closer, his hand found her outer thigh letting his thumb stroke her warm exposed skin. His fingers splaying possessively against the curve. "They can make promises," he murmured, he looked at her lips. "And they always deliver on them." His smile said everything about the promises he was referring to. Danielle felt a heat creep up her neck; her breath became ragged as his fingers pressed into her thigh for a gentle squeeze. She licked her lips slowly pulling away. “Am I gettin’ warm, Dani?
Before she could form a response, Zyair's expression shifted, his eyes softening slightly as he glanced around the room. "They really take good care of you here, don't they?" he said smoothly, nodding toward Big Mike. "Not everyone gets the VIP treatment from the bartender. You must be special." His thumb traced small circles against her thigh, maintaining the connection between them even as he casually changed the subject.
She tilted her head, studying him thoughtfully for a moment before slowly nodding. "You know, I think I'm startin’ to see why Big Mike warned me about you."
Zyair raised an eyebrow amused. "Yeah? And what he said?" She moved her hand away only for him to coax her back. “What no love either? Nah c’mon.”
Danielle took a sip of her drink using the moment to gather her thoughts. "He said that you trouble. The kind of trouble that keeps a girl up all night thinkin’ about what could have happened if she'd said yes."
He frowned nodding still very amused. Lightly dragging his fingertips down her leg, he grazed her inner thigh, watching her reaction. Each touch urging her to squeeze them together. A warmth radiating between them that she slowly couldn’t ignore. "That such a bad thing? Bein’ kept up all night?" he looked deeply into her. In a way that he knew always made a woman sweat a little. "Depends on what's keepin’ you up."
She leaned in slightly, close enough that he could catch the subtle floral notes of her perfume. "I'm not in the habit of losin’ sleep over men I've just met." The faintest hint of a smile exciting him.
"First time for everythin’," His hand took hers and placed it on his thigh. "Unless you scared?”
She gave him a look. Her eyes narrowed slightly before softening with a devious glint. Don't tempt me. I've had a few drinks and I'm not afraid of prying eyes. Her thoughts were loud and clear to him. A silent dare. The connection they shared didn’t need words. He leaned his elbow on the bar resting his temple against his knuckles, his gaze never wavering from hers. The corner of his mouth curved into a confident half-smile that was a weakness to countless women before her. Neither do I. Take another sip. I'll join you. She hesitated for just a moment wondering how far this game would go before raising her glass to her lips. He took a sip looking at her over the rim of his glass. Pulling her deeper in his web. She mirrored his actions precisely doing her best not to react as the liquor warmed her throat and loosened whatever remaining inhibitions she might have clung to.
Their silent conversation only made the moment more tense. The air between them full of lust and possibilities. People nearby started to shift uncomfortably drawing curious looks from others. Some could notice something was clearly going on with where their hands were placed. Big Mike wiped the same spot twice stealing curious glances their way. Clearly aware he was witnessing something intimate despite not a single word being exchanged.
“And who’s takin’ care of you?” She said, finally breaking the silence. He put his drink down and rubbed his beard, avoiding her gaze for the first time. “Mmhm crickets huh?”
He laughed. “What you mean?” His eyes wandered appreciatively over her body. Taking in how the fabric of her dress hugged her curves as she sat on the barstool. The hem had risen slightly revealing more of her smooth thighs than when she was standing. “Ain’t nobody takin’…” He lingered on the sight admiring how thick she was—her hips completing her tempting silhouette against the dim club lighting. His gaze continued its journey noting how her waist curved inward before flaring out to her hips. How his hand felt so comfortable there. Her cleavage. Full breasts that he did his best to ignore. “Nobody takin’ care of me.”
"Somethin’ caught ya attention?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. Noticing his shifting eyes and the subtle change in his expression, Danielle reached forward and tapped her finger deliberately on his chest. The contact was light but commanding, drawing his attention back up to her face where she held his gaze with a knowing smirk. “Focus Zyair.” She knew she was driving him crazy and honestly, she was loving every second of it. Drunk off her perfume and hazelnut brown skin. Lost in her eyelashes and warm brown eyes. “You came here with anyone?”
"My fault.” he paused, gathering his thoughts. “I ain’t mean to…” he shook his head embarrassed that she had him acting so out of character. He took another sip of his drink to recenter himself.
“It’s okay.” Danielle laughed, her hand continued to caress his arm. Tracing the contours of his muscles with an almost absent-minded appreciation. “I understand. I’m a whole lot to admire.” As her fingers moved upward, she noticed how his bicep tensed just slightly under her touch, the involuntary response telling her everything his casual demeanor tried to hide. "You workout." It was more of a statement than it was a question. His broad chest and shoulders spoke for themselves. She pressed down slightly testing the resistance on his biceps. He really is one solid shade of dark chocolate all the way down. I really like these chains. No ring. "There's somethin’ about a man who takes care of his body..." She let the pause linger as her eyes slowly made their way back to his face.
"...that makes you wonder what else he takes care of," Zyair finished for her. "Trust me, I pay attention to all the details." The smug look on his face making her roll her eyes. He flexed his bicep slightly under her touch, a playful response to her appreciation. "Yeah, I put in work. Five days a week, rain or shine. But nah, me and my boy got a ride here. He's around somewhere, probably tryin’ his luck wit’ the bartender." He gestured vaguely toward the other end of the bar with a slight tilt of his head. "What about you? You here alone tonight? You seemed to be enjoyin’ your own company." The crowd trying to order drinks around them faded into background
"I'm here by myself. It’s a special occasion. I like comin’ to spots like this alone sometimes. Gives me the freedom to leave... or stay... dependin’ on what catches my interest." She emphasized the last words, her eyes holdin’ his with unmistakable intent.
"And has somethin’ caught your interest tonight?" Zyair asked, his thumb now making small, slow circles against the fabric of her dress.
She bit her bottom lip slightly. "Maybe."
"Makes sense why you wearin’ this very sexy dress. It hugs your body in all the right places. Almost a little jealous of how well it gets to hold you." He smiled playfully as she rolled her eyes, clearly amused by his flirtatious comments despite herself. "What's the occasion?"
"Treatin’ myself." Her fingers traced one of his tattoos. She made a mental note to ask him the meaning behind it later. Looking up at his half-lidded eyes, she rubbed the higher of his thigh, noticing his breathing change. "Sometimes a woman just needs to feel good in her own skin," she added, her voice dropping to that same honeyed whisper that made him a little harder than last time.
Zyair inhaled deeply, letting her scent fill his senses. He stroked her back, venturing slightly lower now, testing boundaries. “You always look this good when you treat yourself?”
"You always ask this many questions when you have someone this beautiful in front of you?" She tilted her head, letting out a low seductive laugh that immediately made him adjust how he was sitting. Her fingers played absently with the hem of her dress, drawing his attention to her thighs. "I always look this good. Smell this good." Danielle touched his chest slowly sliding her hand down until it got to his abdomen. "Feel this good. Most angels do.”
"I didn't know angel's hips could move like yours." His hand stroked her knee. "I peeped niggas tryna dance wit’ you and you curving every one of them. They all scared of you now." A patron tried to squeeze in beside them to order, taking one look at their intimate posture before awkwardly backing away to find another spot at the bar.
"And I peeped you watchin' me from all the way over here rather than comin' up to me." She paused to look at him. He nodded at the touché comment. "Those guys fear me 'cause they're boys. Not men. Men rise to an occasion. Don't tell me you're scared of me too, Zyair?“
"You real big and bad huh? Playin' wit' fire," he laughed, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. But he made no move to pull away, instead, he reached out to move her braids out of her face. His fingertips lingering against her cheek as his eyes locked with hers. "What happens when you get burned?"
He took her in with all of his senses. Biting his lip as her fingertips graze his skin again. She leaned in close enough that he could feel the warmth of her breath against his ear. "Maybe I like the heat," she whispered, her lips barely grazing his earlobe. "Maybe I've been cold for far too long."
The bass matching the rhythm of her heartbeat. Time slowed as the tension simmered between them, hot and undeniable. Patrons maneuvered around them, some staring curiously before walking away, others finding different sections of the bar to avoid interrupting what was clearly an intimate moment.
"You do feel good." He muttered in her ear, his voice deep and husky. His lips moved across her skin, sending waves of pleasure through her body as they found the sensitive curve of her neck. "Real good," he whispered, his warm breath caressing her as he continued to feel on her. He kissed her shoulder, not caring who saw, to which he felt her let out a soft moan only he could here. Only for him. "Been wantin' to touch you… just like this. Let's just say the things I have in mind would keep you warm for a very long time."
"Really?" Danielle caressed the back of his head. Pulling him close enough that she was sitting on the edge of her stool, heels planted on the ground. They sat facing each other entirely. Her legs between his. "You clearly don't mind an audience." She nodded subtly toward a small group that had been trying to order drinks but now stood a respectful distance away, occasionally looking in their direction.
"You don't seem to mind either." His hand made its way from her hip to her thigh. Thumb playing with the hem of her dress until it disappeared under the fabric. "Do you?" She bit her lip shaking her head no. He managed to hide his index finger under her dress before giving her thigh another squeeze. His touch leaving goosebumps in its wake before he took his hand off her entirely. Her skin longing for its warmth. "I've been tryin' to decide if you're worth breakin' the rules for." He said, his voice low and calculated as he cradled her chin in his palm. "There are things I don't share, boundaries I don't cross. But somethin' ‘bout you..."
Danielle felt heat rise to her cheeks. The liquor making her feel increasingly risky. The pulsing music faded further into the background as his words washed over her. "So, what's stoppin’ you?" she challenged, her voice barely audible above the music, but she knew he heard her from the way his jaw clenched.
He leaned in closer, his cologne enveloping her senses as his lips brushed against her ear again. "Maybe I'm waitin’ for you to make the first move." His full beard brushed against her cheek as he pulled back just enough to lock eyes with her again.
"I don't usually chase after what I want." Her hand creeped up from his thigh to the belt loop of his jeans. "But for you, I might make an exception."
"And ain’t nothin’ stoppin’ me," he said looking into her with a smile. "Just enjoying the build-up." His fingers slowly sliding up the back of her thighs. "The anticipation.”
“Is that right?” She finished her drink, feeling that pleasant numbness spreading across her lips—that telltale sensation when drinking that makes you crave someone else’s lips and make risky decisions. Made her skin warm and her inhibitions fade. The buzz from her drinks was really starting to sink in making her hyperaware of how close he was—those eyes on her lips, that want slowly turning to a need to kiss him. Liquid courage was exactly what she needed to go after what she wanted. If I kissed him right now… he wouldn’t mind… and if we left here… right now… Who would break the tension first? Her tongue loosened. Her bold flirtation spilling through her lips like smoke in the midnight air. “A man who knows what he wants. How refreshing.” She set her empty glass down. “I knew exactly what I wanted when I left my place tonight.”
"And what was that?” The drinks were hitting harder than usual. Three in and he was feeling it—that warm buzz loosening him up. His usual walls? Coming down fast. He kept leaning in closer, breathing her in, staring a bit too long. His careful, calculated side was fading, replaced by pure want. His thoughts grew more reckless with every passing minute—imagining her legs around him, her lips beneath his own, pressing her up against a bathroom stall. The drinks had amplified his confidence, silencing the voice of reason that typically kept him in check. Tonight, he didn't want to be in check. Tonight, he wanted to take chances, make moves he might regret come morning. But in this moment, with her so close and his blood running hot, regret was the furthest thing from his mind.
"To dance and have a drink. Maybe some good conversation." she replied, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness rubbing his chest.
"What else, Dani?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that she felt more than heard. His eyes held hers, patient and wanting. He took another sip of his drink before pulling her into him. He kissed her neck. When he noticed she didn’t pull away, he kissed it again landing another behind her ear. Danielle grabbed his shirt hiding her face in is shoulder letting out a soft moan that was swallowed whole by the music around them. "What else did you want tonight? What's an angel like you doin’ in a place like this?"
"Lookin’ for excitement. Somethin’ to make borin’ days at the office worth it once I clock out." Her voice wavered slightly as his lips grazed her neck again, but she steeled herself, determined not to give in so easily. "We like to come out and play sometimes, Zyair." She fought against the warmth spreading through her body, purposely creating distance between them despite her body screaming to move closer. "You're trouble. I knew it from when I first laid eyes on you but I'm worse. So... so much worse." She pulled away biting her bottom lip as she held on to what little crumbs of decorum she had left, ignoring the lingering sensation of his kiss behind her ear. Danielle finished off his drink, placing it down. "You think you can handle me, Zyair?"
"You feel that?" he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "Everyone watchin’... waitin’ to see what we gonna do next. Feel their eyes on us?" He slid his hand lower on her waist, grabbing her ass pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed flush against each other. "They're all wonderin’ what's goin’ on between us..."
His words sent delicious shivers across her skin, the public setting amplifying every sensation tenfold. What would normally be a simple touch felt electric, charged with forbidden promise. The knowledge that they were being observed – perhaps envied – made everything more intense, more thrilling. The boundary between private desire and public performance blurred dangerously. The power of being desired, of being watched, of knowing they controlled this moment completely.
“Can you handle me?” she said, this time in a whisper, her eyes holding his in silent challenge. "Don’t be scared Zyair."
He answered with a kiss that deepened naturally. His lips capturing hers with a hunger that surprised them both. What started as tentative quickly transformed into something primal and demanding. They took turns sucking and biting each other's lips, their breaths becoming increasingly ragged with each passing moment. His tongue slid against hers in a sensual dance that made her grip the sides of his face tighter, pulling him impossibly closer. The taste of her peach lip gloss mingled with the smoky whiskey on his breath, creating an inebriating mix of desire and lust that made her moan softly into his mouth.
The kiss intensified as his hand moved to cradle the back of her neck, fingers threading through her hair and gently tugging to position her exactly how he wanted. After what felt like both an eternity and not nearly long enough, Zyair pulled away, leaving her breathless and wanting more. Her lips felt deliciously swollen from his attention, her chest rising and falling slightly as she struggled to regain her composure. He traced his thumb along her slick bottom lip, eyes clouded with arousal as he admired his handiwork. "You do taste just as good as you look.”
“And your mouth actually is good for more than just talkin’ I see.” They laughed adjusting their clothes looking around to see if anyone was still watching. ”You plannin’ to leave with your friend or..."
"You know, my boy and I..." he paused, choosing his words carefully, "we tend to move as a unit sometimes." His thumb continued to stroke the back of her thigh, this time more suggestive. "Especially on nights like this."
Danielle raised an eyebrow, her expression a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "And what exactly does that mean for me?"
“It means,” He glanced over his shoulder before meeting her eyes again, a mischievous glint dancing in his dark gaze. "I can handle you. But the real question is..." he paused, letting the weight of his words settle in between them, "can you handle both of us." His voice dropped to a seductive whisper that somehow cut through the pulsing music surrounding them.
“Both?” Danielle followed his gaze, her heartbeat quickening as she peered past him to find Terry stationed at the bar. He was turned partially in their direction, his posture relaxed yet attentive, making it clear he had been observing their entire exchange. Close enough to have caught every whispered word they'd shared. Every lingering touch they'd exchanged. Every heated glance that passed between them. Their long, passionate kiss.
The realization made her heart drop to her stomach. Terry's presence added another layer of intensity to the already charged atmosphere. His captivating hazel-green eyes, warm yet somehow predatory, locked with hers. He'd been sitting on the other side of Zyair the entire time, silently watching their interaction unfold like a lion stalking his prey. A knowing smile crept across Terry's face as he deliberately raised his glass in a silent, meaningful toast before bringing it to his lips and taking a slow sip, never breaking eye contact. The way he watched her made her pulse race and her skin flush with heat. He’s already seen her walls fall down and didn’t have to say a word or lift a finger. There was something primal in his observation. Something that awakened a part of her she rarely acknowledged in public.
She found herself wondering what it would be like to have both men's attention all to herself. Terry's eyes darkened reading her thoughts. The corner of his mouth twitched upward in silent acknowledgment. The unspoken tension that now stretched between the three of them like an invisible thread. Zyair laughed at the look on her face and rubbed her lower back bringing her attention back to him momentarily, but her gaze was drawn back to Terry like a magnet. He hadn't moved from his spot at the bar but his entire demeanor had shifted. His shoulders squared, his posture more alert, his focus entirely on her. “I think she can handle us just fine.” Terry grinned.
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