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Chapter ten

A week after Harlan Whitman met his end, the men of Omega Theta Tau gathered to celebrate the joining of our brother Osirus and his lovely bride, Anika.

It was beautiful. Moving. Inspirational.

The only hitch was Cruz. When Osirus said, "I do," Cruz's silly ass thought he was whispering when he said, "Clink, clink, nigga." He didn't realize the whole altar was mic'd up, and his little joke had reached even the people in the cheap seats.

He got a big laugh.

After he apologized, things moved right along. Now, the reception was at hand .

The grand ballroom of the Lynx Club was dripping in metallic accents and filled with candlelight, the scent of roses in the air. Anika was glowing, Osirus looked smug and satisfied, and the champagne was flowing, getting us all relaxed and loose.

But none of that shit was holding my attention.

Santari.

Fucking Santari .

She looked like a vision in that red dress.

It hugged her curves like somebody sewed it onto her flesh.

The slit teased glimpses of her thick brown thigh with every step she took, and them damn red bottoms— fuck .

The way she moved, the way she carried herself, the way she snatched the attention from every other woman in this room… it did something to me.

I stuck a hand in the inside pocket of my jacket, fondling a different pair of Santari's panties. No lace, today, just cotton and lightweight and fucking sexy .

Cruz had his hand at the small of her back all night, guiding her wherever she needed to go. He kept leaning in to whisper shit in her ear. Her laugh mesmerized me. And when Titan was in the mix, he was glued to her side, charming her, making little comments that made her smile.

But she seemed to be ignoring me.

The most I’d gotten all night was a wink, and then…nothing.

That shit turned me on.

Because I knew she’d finally caught on to what this was, and she was giving me what I needed. She was playing with me like a cat plays with a mouse before the kill.

An ordinary man would’ve been embarrassed by how she was treating me. But I ain’t no ordinary man, as evidenced by the heat racing through my veins and the stiffness in my groin.

I loved this shit.

Sipping my bourbon, nodding along to the conversations around me, bobbing my head to the music coming from the DJ booth…

all pointless distractions from her. My focus never strayed far.

I saw it all. I saw the way other men looked at her.

I saw how the waitstaff hovered a little too long when it was time to serve her.

And I saw how she basked in it, owning her power.

The stiffness grew to a strong ache .

Maybe she’d give me a little attention. Just a glance. Another wink. Something .

Under the table, I pulled out my phone and typed a quick text.

You’re KILLING me San

I watched her as she felt the vibration. Her delicate fingers picked up her phone from the table. She glanced at the screen, smirking as she read.

Then she set it back down.

No reply.

Not even so much as a passing look over at me.

My fingers tightened around my glass. I took a deep breath, willing myself to keep my composure.

"Fuck wrong witchu, bruh?"

I looked to my left at Lil Mike, unsure of how much he'd seen. Or clocked. His brows knitted in concern, making me laugh.

"I'm chillin'," I lied. "Happy for my brother, that's all."

His frown intensified. "You look stressed the fuck out. You got somethin' on your mind?"

Before I could answer, my peripheral vision caught Titan leaning in whispering something in San's ear. Her laugh tickled my brain, then clamped down around my ribs like a vice, sending a fresh wave of arousal right through me.

"Just…final exams coming up," I managed to say as I dragged my gaze away from my tormentor.

I typed again.

Don’t you think you’ve tortured me enough?

Again, she looked. Read. Smirked.

Then, nothing.

Fuck .

I shifted in my chair, adjusting my slacks away from the brick between my legs. The pressure was becoming unbearable. If I didn't get some relief soon, I worried I would nut in my pants right here at the fucking table.

Another familiar voice cut through the haze of lust San had me trapped in, one I recognized immediately. Ronan strolled up, grinning hard .

“Finally! I ain’t get a chance to talk to y’all yesterday. How y’all been?”

It was true, the rehearsal dinner was scheduled pretty tight. Anika was about her business, and so was the wedding planner. With that said, wasn’t much to talk about with Ronan. He was never really in our inner circle, much as he wanted to be.

Damien was right on Ronan's heels with a fine ass woman on his arm. Nobody was surprised by the fact that she was fine. Damien kept a bad one. It was the fact that she was here , at a wedding, holding his hand like they were a couple or something.

Damien was a stone cold ladies man.

Draven, his twin, was also a surprise. He looked rough as fuck. Very unlike him. No matter where we were or what we were doing, them two were always and unequivocally the prettiest niggas in the room. Seeing him like this was jarring, and it made me wonder if something was wrong.

Cruz leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. “Same shit, different day, man," he answered Ronan. "What about you? ”

Ronan’s eyes skittered wildly over everybody at the table before zeroing in on Santari. “Oh, you know. Big business shit. Making money. That’s how I do.”

Yeah, yeah. Always bragging. Always talking too fucking much.

Edric walked up with Lashon, taking all of us aback. That girl was a fucking nutcase, although, to be fair, all of Edric's exes could have used a little time in a padded cell. But Lashon was the worst one of them all. She'd had the nigga's condo swatted.

She was fine and all, but ain't enough titties and ass in the world to make me get over some shit like that.

I caught his eye, spreading my hands to ask him WTF. He shrugged, looking sheepish as fuck, which I took to mean it was out of his control. And given the way Santari had me by the balls, I didn't really have room to judge.

Some women just fuck your head all up. It is what it is.

I let my head get fucked up voluntarily , though. Big difference.

Ronan turned his attention to Santari. “How you doin’, sweetheart?”

“Good,” she said sweetly. “It’s good to see you, Ronan. How long has it been?”

He rubbed his patchy beard, his eyes raking over her with barely concealed lust.

“Cruz's club," he answered. “Way too long ago if you ask me." He grinned wickedly, having no idea how dangerous that was for him with the three of us sitting here. "So…you with one of these guys?”

My jaw clenched. So did Titan's. Cruz stared blankly.

It had just gotten even more dangerous.

I wondered how she would answer that question. It could go either way, but part of me wanted this whole arrangement to stay private, especially around the rest of the brothers. We'd broken a rule fucking with Santari the way we were, and I don't think any of us were ready to explain that yet.

“What if I told you I’m with all three of them?” she teased.

Oh, shit.

Ronan’s eyes narrowed just before he burst out laughing. “Ayo, you funny, San.”

My lips curled at the sound of him shortening her name, but she smiled again, amused by the whole encounter .

“You didn’t bring a date?” she asked.

“Nah.” His eyes dropped to the floor. “My main went out of town.”

I chuckled at that lame ass, I got a girlfriend but she goes to another school ass excuse.

Ronan’s problem was never getting girls. The nigga played football and basketball. His problem was closing the deal. Pledging with us was his only salvation.

“You gon’ save me a dance?” he said.

"Nah, me first," Lil Mike cut in, causing me, Cruz, and Titan to shift our energy toward him.

Draven balled his face up. "Now why would she dance with one of y'all awkward ass niggas when she got me standing right here?"

Now Draven was asking for trouble. These niggas had no idea. None.

Our eyes all went straight to San.

“I don’t know,” she teased. “These three are my protectors. You have to ask permission.”

The others laughed heartily at that, not knowing how right she was. “I’ma swing back around when a slow song comes on,” Ronan said. “Be ready. ”

“Why don’t you go get a drink,” Titan suggested in that way that let you know it wasn’t a suggestion at all.

Ronan gave us a nod and walked off, while my focus went right back to San.

My pulse roared in my ears as she touched Cruz’s arm while laughing at his jokes, and talking to Titan in that soft, sultry voice she used when she wanted to tame the beast inside of him.

All while she ignored me.

I sent one last text.

I’m buying you a membership here. Spa, fine dining, networking, private parties, fashion shows. All VIP shit for a VIP kinda woman. You deserve it all, San

She read it, then took her time taking another sip of her champagne. I watched her lips wrap around the rim of the glass, and her delicate throat bobbing as she swallowed.

She put her glass down.

And she looked at me.

Finally .

Her eyes locked on mine across the table, full of mischief, gratitude, and control .

I felt it physically, and it was all I could stand.

I shot up from my chair, muttering some bullshit about needing to use the restroom. And I guess I did, but for reasons other than the usual.

I stepped inside, locked the door behind me, and braced my hands on the sink, my breathing heavy and labored. I allowed myself one glance in the mirror, but that man was no help. He looked as desperate and horny as I felt.

I pulled her panties out of my pocket and pressed the thin strip of fabric to my nose. It smelled just like her pussy. Her essence. It was so visceral, I almost nutted right then. With my eyes squeezed shut, I shoved my other hand down my pants, my mind filled with nothing but thoughts of her.

Her eyes.

Her smile.

Her voice.

Her walk.

The fact that she’d been teasing me all day.

The fact that she was such a good student, learning exactly what I needed .

The fact that I was about to drop fifty bands on her pretty ass. Half of my entire cut from the Whitman job. Just like that. Because she had me. She controlled me.

If felt so fucking good .

My toes curled in my wedding shoes as I stroked my dick, stifling a guttural groan as the pleasure intensified.

Fifty bands.

Just for her to relax and live the good life.

Fuck, yes.

She deserved it all .

I came hard, panting and shuddering through my release. Just a little something to take the edge off, no big deal. San just had that effect on me.

Now, I could think straight.

I tucked her panties away and washed my hands, exiting with my back straight and my head up high. I went straight to the concierge, pulling my wallet out on my way.

Once San’s membership was secured, I headed back into the ballroom.

It was time to stroll.

"I want everybody to clear the dance floor!" The DJ's booming voice echoed out of the speakers. "Let's get the groom and his bros out here so they can do what they do!"

Cheers sounded as Osirus planted a kiss on Anika on his way to the center of the room. The brothers all followed, lining up in our usual order.

"This is for Revere!" Big Mike yelled out just before we yelled out our call.

Old and young, the ladies went crazy, but I only had eyes for Ms. Santari Lake. Her admiring gaze locked on me, then moved to Cruz before finally settling on Titan.

I know from experience how excited women get in these situations. I know how they think. What they feel. What they fantasize about while they watch. I don't know what it is that hooks them, but it never, ever fails to get them panties wet. That's why fraternity men get so much pussy thrown our way.

Santari was living out a fantasy in that house with us, and the three of us were more than happy to provide it.

Now she knew firsthand that all the rumors were true.

Yes, we were freaks. Yes, our dicks were big.

Yes, we loved to fuck, and we were good at it.

And fuck yes , we shared women, and everyone involved enjoyed every second of it.