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“Lennon O’Reilly and guests,” I say cooly, as Miguel instructed.

The man’s eyes snap up to mine, looking startled. “I’m so sorry, miss. My apologies. Please go right in and have a great night,” he murmurs. He doesn’t even bother carding us as he opens the door, though Layla is legal now.

“Wow,” O says softly as he follows us in. “I thought I was going to have to get annoyed and make it a whole thing.”

“I had a feeling that when Lenny said her name that he would change his tune,” Lay says with a shrug.

“I don’t think he would have recognized my name if he didn’t have it on his list,” I tell them. I don’t think he would know my music or my face if it bit him in the ass to be honest.

Layla loops her arm in mine while Orion stays protectively behind us as we walk. I see Miguel’s dark eyes as he leans against the wall, and he pushes away to move toward us.

“Ladies, Orion.” Miguel smiles widely. Everyone says he can be grumpy, but I’ve never really noticed that. “I understand Tyler is a friend, but Greg, Link, and I agree that we’ll forget that if he fucks up.”

Oh there’s the grumpy man.

“That shouldn’t be necessary, Miguel,” Lay giggles. “I just want to have a fun night, forget some assholes exist.”

“Hmm,” he murmurs, glancing over at me. “He’s at the bar waiting for you, Layla. Please try not to have sex in my club.”

“I’m not losing my virginity in a club, no matter how nice it is,” she says with a sigh, patting his arm as we walk away. Miguel looks as if he's about to swallow his tongue, and I hide my smile. He may end up watching them even closer after this.

“Are you drinking tonight, Lennon?” Layla asks as we step up to the bar. It’s a busy night, and there’s music thumping through the speakers. I wonder if there’s going to be any live music tonight.

“You know what? Yeah, I’ll take a vodka and watermelon punch,” I tell her since she’s gotten the attention of the bartender.

O wraps his arm around my waist and buries his face in my lavender and blue tresses. After the babies were born, I decided to have a little fun with my hair.

“You smell so good,” he murmurs in my ear. “I don’t normally dance, but I really want you wrapped around me.”

“Then that’s exactly what we’ll do,” I smile. “I’m yours for the night. I’m sure Lay won’t need us for very long either.”

Layla turns back triumphantly with drinks. Orion doesn’t drink at all, and she’s sweet for remembering.

“Let’s find him then, shall we?” I tease, taking a sip of my drink. It’s refreshing and tastes delicious, and I hum in happiness. This is actually my first drink since I found out I was pregnant.

“I think I see him on the other end of the bar,” she says in my ear. Orion straightens to look and nods. There’s too many people where I’m at to see properly. “I’m going to go introduce myself. I’ll signal if I need you.”

Layla is gone before I ask her what the signal is and I shake my head in amusement. I’m glad she’s over her initial jitters.

Orion grabs my hand and tugs me to the dance floor, and I throw back the rest of my drink to follow him. It’ll be my only one tonight, and I feel floaty as the alcohol works through my body.

He’s a surprisingly good dancer, but it somehow makes sense since he’s so careful to fit into society.

Turning me so I fit perfectly into his body, he curves into me as we move our hips to the music. Tugging my hair, O turns my head so he can claim my lips over my shoulder. Lost to the sensation of his hand around my waist, rubbing my skin through the thin lace covering it, and his soft lips as he begs me to open for him, everything else falls away.

Orion’s thick cock is hard against my ass, and I whimper into his mouth. “What do you need, Little Love?” he breathes against my lips.

“You,” I gasp, chasing his kisses. The sexy chuckle as he continues to torture me as he skims his knuckles under my breast goes straight to my vagina and makes my panties flood.

“Is my pretty little love needy? Should I bury my head between your thighs, or is it not safe?” he asks. I know a part of them have been treating me like glass after having a baby, but the stitches are out, and my vagina is perfect.

I may not be ready for penetration, but I really want him. I thought I wouldn’t be after how crazy the labor was… I was wrong. I need it right now.

“Please,” I beg, biting my lip.

“So fucking pretty when you beg. Are you sure? Is it, uh safe?” He’s adorable as he looks a little worried about the state of my pussy.

Turning in his arms makes him let go of my hair so I can stare into his eyes. His arms lock around my back from where he’s leaned over me, searching my mind for reassurance that he won’t break me if he eats my pussy like it’s his last meal.