Page 21 of One Night Seduction (ONS #1)

Logan nods as the bartender quickly pours our drinks.

We thank him before clinking our glasses together and knocking them back.

The sharp burn of the liquor slithers down my throat before settling into my stomach.

If I was buzzed before, I know this is about to send me into full-fledged drunk territory.

Here’s hoping I’m not as sloppy as my mother.

Someone starts singing, and I sway to the music happily.

Ty and Logan are chatting about something, but I really can’t find it in me to pay attention.

Instead, I’m watching the woman on stage absolutely dominate.

She’s radiating confidence, and her voice is incredible.

Oh, the kick she probably got out of our little show.

I start snickering to myself, earning the attention of both men.

“What’s so funny, giggles?” Ty teases.

“Just thinking about how funny we were up there.” I grin.

“Oh, we were the funniest and the best,” he agrees.

“What a modest pair,” Logan taunts.

“What a stick in the mud you are.” Ty rolls his eyes before slipping his hand into mine. “Come on, Ari. Let’s show the old man what it looks like to have fun.”

I let Ty drag me out to the dance floor, spinning me in circles, bringing me into him before twirling me away again. As if my head wasn’t already spinning, I don’t know what’s moving faster, the world or my head.

Very ungracefully, I slam into his chest, laughing as he holds me upright.

I blink up at him lazily as he smiles down at me.

I don’t even realize the music has changed until something slower plays.

It’s one of those sexy, fast, slow songs, you know?

The kind you’d grind to at a club or something.

So, of course, that’s exactly what Ty and I do.

He spins me once more so my ass is against his cock before he settles his hands on my hips.

I wiggle myself against him, swaying to the music as he grinds against me.

I feel him getting harder and harder as my head turns, looking up and locking eyes with Logan.

Just like when we were on stage, he has a murderous glare covering his otherwise handsome face.

Except, this time, his glare is directly pointed at me.

“You’re torturing him, baby.” Ty chuckles into my ear.

I break my eye contact with Logan to look up at him.

“I’m not doing anything.”

He lifts a brow like he doesn’t believe me, dragging me against him harder to prove his point.

“Dry humping his brother right in front of him. So close he can almost taste you but never have you.”

I shrug. “That’s his own fault.”

“How so?”

“Because he knows where to find me.”

The words slip out of my mouth before I can stop them. Nervously, I glance up to see that Ty isn’t mad, he doesn’t even look surprised. Instead, he gives me a small smile and an understanding nod.

“You turn down a man enough, a good one stops trying. Logan is a good man, Ari.”

I shrug, trying to focus on the music. Ty doesn’t let me, though. Instead, he cups my jaw, forcing me to look at him over my shoulder.

“If you want him to come over here, all you have to do is tell him.”

I frown at that. “What about you?”

“My brother can try to steal you from me. I like my odds.” He winks, causing me to laugh.

Ty releases his hold on me, and my eyes instantly snap to Logan’s. He’s holding onto a new glass of tequila like it’s the only thing tethering him to this world. I don’t know what to do, what to say to convince him to come over here. I don’t even know if I want him to come over here.

Okay, that’s a lie.

Without overthinking it, I keep my eyes on him as I softly whisper, “Please.”

I’m not sure how he was able to read my lips from across the room. Maybe he wasn’t and just instinctively knows what I need. Whatever the reasoning, he tosses back the tequila in one gulp, setting the empty glass against the bartop as he begins moving across the room towards me.

My heart is hammering in my chest, my hands shaking with each step he takes until he is inches from my face. He pauses just short of our chests brushing against each other as he looks down at me while speaking to Ty.

“You giving up?”

“Fuck no, just giving you a chance to get in the race,” Ty taunts. “Besides, it’s what Ari wants, and I want what makes her happy.”

Slowly, Logan lifts a hand to cup my cheek.

“Is that right, Ari? Are you tired of fighting me? Do I make you happy?”

My chest is heaving with ragged breaths, and my head feels lightheaded as I try to process my emotions .

“I don’t know.”

Logan frowns, his hand slipping to the back of my head, wrapping his fingers around my hair and yanking stiffly.

“Maybe you need some time to think about it.”

In the next moment, the song changes, and Logan and Ty both begin grinding against me, one from the front, one from the back. Logan’s knee slides in between my thighs, and suddenly, I’m riding his leg while his brother’s cock is grinding against my ass.

I could overthink and overanalyze this. Question every single second of it until we all decide it’s better that whatever is happening starts and ends here.

But what would be the fun in that?

The brothers sandwich me between them as we all move to the music.

One of Logan’s hands is still buried in the back of my hair, and the other is resting on my hip, pulling me closer to him.

Ty sneaks a hand around the front of my throat, forcing my face to tip backwards and look at him.

A sweet smile spreads across his face as he grins.

“Hi.”

I smile at him.

“Hi.”

He closes the distance between us, our lips brushing together as we sway to the music.

Ty’s tongue twirls against mine as he deepens the kiss, his hold on my throat true and steady before he breaks away.

My head is dizzy, and my eyes are barely open before he’s forcing me to face forward. To face Logan.

Logan is staring down at me with a deep hunger in his eyes as Ty continues holding my throat, offering me up like some type of meal for his brother. I feel Ty’s lips begin skating against the back of my neck as he murmurs .

“Better take what you want before I change my mind, brother.”

Apparently, that’s all it takes for Logan. In the next moment, he cups my face on either side, cradling me like I’m something special, like I’m his most prized possession. He tilts my head slightly, staring down at the sparrow tattoo behind my ear before he whispers against my lips.

“Sparrow.”

My heart clenches in my chest at that nickname again, and before I can even attempt to control the dizziness I feel from this moment, his lips are on mine.

My pulse thunders, my stomach flips, and as corny as it sounds, I swear to god I see fireworks.

Pure euphoria rushes through me with just a simple kiss.

I forgot what it was like to be in his orbit, to have his attention.

He doesn’t rush the kiss like Ty always seems to; instead, he savors it, his lips commanding and dominating while still taking his time.

When he pulls away, his chest is heaving, and his eyes are dilated. It’s clear that he’s just as affected by this…thing as I am. Maybe even more. Before he can say or do anything, the pressure on my neck intensifies as Ty drags me back to him once more.

As he begins kissing me once more, I feel a second pair of lips on me. The feeling of having both of their attention at the same time is unexplainable. Back and forth, I move between Logan and Ty, both more than happy to pepper my neck and chest with kisses until they steal me back.

The tequila in my system is still giving me a lightheaded and floaty feeling. Maybe that’s why I can’t remember how we got from the pub to the hotel lobby. Did we really just make out the whole way down the road, me staying pressed between these two gorgeous men?

We stumble into the elevator, and Ty drags me inside, Logan pressing the close button as he follows after, hitting a button before his attention is on me.

Ty’s tongue is currently down my throat as his hands come to my front, pulling my shirt down, exposing my breasts.

He cups one as Logan covers the other. He pulls my nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing against it as I cry out in pleasure.

The elevator doors open, and we tumble out together. What the fuck are we even doing? What if there was someone waiting for the elevator? We are in the same hotel as my entire family. We could be seen, we could be caught.

Why does that turn me on even more?

I don’t realize that we’re at the door to our room until Ty hands Logan the keycard.

He swipes it and pushes the door open as we move into the room, slamming the door shut.

From there, we dissolve into a heap of limbs.

I don’t know whose mouth is whose, what hand belongs to what man.

All I know is that I have two mouths, four hands, and two rock hard cocks on me.

Ty manages to lay on his back while Logan has me pinned to the bed. His hands slip underneath my top, tossing it to the side of the room before he works on my pants next. One by one, each piece of clothing is tossed until Ty reaches for me, dragging me up to him.

“Open,” he says as he strokes his bare cock in his fist.

I look up at him as I open my mouth, slowly taking him down my throat. Ty throws his head back in pleasure as I push him all the way down before I come back again, repeating the motion as I wrap my tongue around him.

“Fuck, yes. That’s it, Ari,” he grits as he reaches down to cup either side of my face, guiding my movements.

I’m now left completely naked as I hear the sound of a belt jingling before I feel the warmth of Logan’s head pressing against my pussy. I gasp at the feeling. It’s not enough to cross the line, but it’s just the right amount of pressure to have me aching for more.