Page 62 of Die For Me

Once Michael noticed me, he stood with a warm smile on his face.

“Hello, beautiful.” He walked toward the stairs and took my hand, twirling me around.

I wore a casual, white midi dress with my usual pointed black boots and a black pleather jacket, but the way he looked at me made me feel like I was fucking Cinderella at the ball.

“Your red lips just…” He shook his head at me as he sighed. “I want to see them around my cock later.” He moved closer to me, putting his hand under my chin.

There was a strong, abrupt swell in my belly that shot straight to my pussy. Suddenly, the patio door swung open. Theway Jack looked at us somehow made me feel like I was doing something wrong.

“Having some foreplay, are we?” he jested then looked to me as he put his hand to his heart. “My love. You’re stunning, as always.” He flashed me his famous Maynor dimples that made my heart flutter.

My cheeks burned from the flattery as I cleared my throat. This was either going to be an amazing night, or it would end up going terribly wrong. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if both happened.

“Follow me, boys. We’re going to have fun tonight.”

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I hailed a cab, and we headed north toward my old neighborhood. I wasn’t sure if I would ever get used to having both Michael and Jack next to me; I was especially not used to having each of them rubbing my thigh, knowing they were working me up, as if they were working together.

We didn’t have enough time to recreate our fun Uber ride, though. After only a few minutes, we stopped at a new place I kept hearing about with a rooftop bar and amazing appetizers. Michael held the door open for me as Jack quickly grabbed my hand and guided me inside.

“Thank you, baby.” I made sure to acknowledge him, resting my hand on his strong arm as we waited for the host to seat us.

Surprisingly, he gave me a content smile before he quickly handed the host something. “Put us at your best table, please.”

Oh. The host quickly nodded and led us outside, seating us at a small, square table with three chairs surrounding it. It gave us a beautiful view of the sparkling New York lights over the river.

I quickly opened the menu, knowing I wanted a drink and hoping they would too. I glanced over at Jack as he eyed themenu intently, seemingly lost in his thoughts. When I looked over at Michael, he was staring at me, watching me. I blushed as I looked back down at the menu. They were both being so quiet, and I knew I had to break the ice.

“I’m glad you both agreed to come out with me tonight.” I first looked at Michael then Jack.

Jack quickly grinned at me. “Of course, sweetheart.” He held his hand out for me on the table and gently squeezed as I placed mine on his.

I couldn’t forget to acknowledge Michael as well. I turned to him and put my hand on his thigh, rubbing around in circles.

“Careful there.” He smiled, almost surprised. “I’m not sure the other guests would appreciate me lifting up that dress of yours and making you come loudly with my hand.”

I looked down and tried to contain my smile, not able to look at Michael for very long. I was startled when our server came up to us with a pitcher of water, pouring some in each of our glasses that were already on the table.

“Can I start you with any drinks?” he asked as he glanced at each of us, stopping at me.

I quickly nodded. “Yes, I’ll take a glass of the rosé.” I looked back at Michael and almost dared him to say something.

“Whiskey, neat,” he responded, not breaking eye contact with me.

“Just a gin and tonic for me, thanks,” Jack told the server.

The server nodded and walked away.

“Are we partying tonight or what?” Jack quipped.

I laughed and shrugged. “Maybe that’s what we need to all get along.” I put my elbows to the table and rested my chin on my hands, staring out at the beautiful view.

“Funny, are you not supposed to be sober? With your past heroin addiction?” Michael asked dryly.

My shoulders tensed. “Please,” I quickly interjected, turning to Michael. “Can we not be bitter to each other? Just for one night?”

Michael almost looked like he was pouting. His eye twitched before he looked away from me and at the city skyline. It was quiet and awkward for a moment before the server came back with our drinks. I quickly took a gulp of my rosé and sat back on my chair, resting my arm up on it and crossing my leg toward Jack.

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