Page 125 of Dirty Like Dylan

“Because you’re extra-fucking-cute when you’re jealous,” Ashley said.

“And, you look like you’d enjoy my cock inside you right now,” Dylan added in my ear, giving my thigh a squeeze.

Well, I would.

“Later,” I said, still too fascinated by everything that was going on around me—and a little annoyed that they hadn’t told me we were coming here. To Kitty’s club…

I gazed around. The crowd seemed to be about one-quarter female, one-quarter straight male, and half gay men. And people of all orientations were definitely staring at my men.

Ashley grinned and squeezed my bare knee under the table. His hand slipped up my thigh, under Katie’s cute dress. The dress was short and sexy, and felt oddly demure in this place, for such a small amount of fabric.

Both of them still had a hand on my leg when Kitty returned with my drink. I noticed Dylan’s other arm was now on the back of the seat, behind me, and his thumb was drifting over my shoulder.

I kinda hoped they were marking their territory. I didn’t mind if they wrote their names all over me in magic marker right about now.

Kitty placed the martini in front of me on a cocktail napkin.

“Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” Kitty sat right down on Ashley’s other side. “So.” She looked Ashley over with eyes that left no doubt that she’d seen him naked, often, and wanted to again. “Where’ve you been all my life?” Then she looked at me again, so I answered.

“Everywhere?”

“Sounds about right. Where are you from, Amber?”

“Vancouver.”

“Washington? Or north of there?”

“North.”

“Ah. Canadian girl.” Her gaze swept down over my chest, as if there was something remarkable about Canadian boobs that she had to see for herself. “Pretty,” she remarked, almost to herself. “These guys showing you a good time tonight?”

“Very.”

She smiled and leaned into Ashley a bit. “She’s adorable. You bringing her back to my place after?”

Ashley’s eyes met mine. “We’re keeping this one to ourselves.”

Kitty didn’t look happy about it, but she was quick to hide it with a smile. “Typical.” She stood up and aimed her eyes at me. “They like to share, but they don’t like to share, you know?”

I just smiled, unsure of what to say.

“Have a lovely night. Drinks are on the house.” She winked at me, leaned in to kiss Dylan on the cheek, gave Ashley a lingering hungry look, then sashayed away.

“That’s your ex?” I asked in her wake.

“I guess you could say that,” Ashley said.

“How long were you… committed to her?”

“Maybe three months?” Ashley glanced at Dylan, like he wasn’t even sure.

Dylan sipped his beer. He was studying me, and I noticed he hadn’t said much since Kitty showed up. Other than the thing about wanting to fuck me.

I reached under the table and put my hand on his dick. He was hard.

“She seems to have a thing for you, Ashley,” I said, trying not to sound bothered by it.

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