Give Me More (Salacious Players Club, #3)

by Sara Cate

“Hunter—” He turns, placing a firm hand on my shoulder, his fingers dangerously close to my neck, pressing in just enough to make my cock jump in my pants. Just once, I wish this fucker knew what he was doing to me when he did stuff like this. But he’s so fucking straight; he doesn’t see how touching my neck or breathing into my ear or gazing into my eyes while I fuck his wife can be dangerous for me. He’ll never see it.

Everyone thought I was so knowledgeable and astute because of my countless trips to the library and secondhand bookstores, but only the librarian knew the truth. Oh, I was knowledgeable all right. Knowledgeable in the many eclectic terms used to describe an erect penis.

Drake says something that makes Hunter laugh, and they share a quick glance, but Hunter’s eyes linger on Drake’s face—as they often do.

“Jesus, Red. Look at you,” I mutter, staring at the way Drake is thrusting hard into her from behind. “You look fucking beautiful like this, taking our cocks like the dirty girl you are.” “She’s our dirty girl,” Drake replies, his voice strained from the exertion.

Suddenly, I’m feeling bold. My left hand, currently on her thigh, starts to drift. I have to look away from him as I do it, but I pretend it’s from the jostling of my thrusts, and I nudge my hold inward until I’m gripping his thigh. And I wait. When he doesn’t react, I look up at his face again. He’s breathing heavily, his mouth slightly parted as his licks his lower lip, pulling it between his teeth.

When I look over at Hunter and Isabel, I half expect them to be so focused on each other that I’ll feel like a third wheel again. Instead, I’m almost pleased to find they’re both looking at me.

I’m a fucking idiot—that’s all it comes down to. I’ve muted this little infatuation with my best friend since I was old enough to realize that I liked Hunter a lot. I liked his company, but I also liked his body. His attention. The way his eyes crinkle when he smiles and the darkness of his eyes. I liked being one of the only people in the world who knows the real Hunter, who sees the tattoos and knows the dark secrets of his past.

Pack up your hopes and dreams, Drake, you fucking idiot. He’s still as straight as they come, and that’s not going to change. It’s not anyone’s fault… It’s just the way it is.

“If I overstep, you’ll tell me, right?” His head turns in my direction. “Of course.” “I mean…” God, this is uncomfortable. “Between you and me.” “Oh,” he replies, and I wait for him to finally express how tonight was probably too much for him and how I definitely shouldn’t get that close during sex ever again. “You won’t overstep, Drake. It’s fine.”

“No…I definitely could overstep, Hunter. You’re a straight man, and I’m not. If we’re going to keep…doing whatever we’re doing, you have to be upfront with me.” He turns toward me. “Are you referring to what happened tonight? Drake, it was fine. It didn’t bother me.” “I don’t want it to just not bother you. From now on…I’ll just keep my hands to myself,” I reply,

Silence stretches between us before he finally replies, “But I didn’t keep my hands to myself either.” And my mouth goes dry. He just admitted it. He literally owned up to touching my cock on purpose and I have no idea where to go from here.

“Yeah, I’m straight, but I’ve known you my whole life, Drake. Touching you doesn’t fucking bother me.”

“That’s the problem, Hunt. There’s a big difference between liking something and not being bothered by it. And I’ve known you my whole fucking life too, long enough to know when something is up—and something is definitely up with you. I think you’re more bothered by it than you’re going to tell me, and I’m telling you…you don’t have to do that for me.”

“Come on, Drake. All this for a little touching? What is wrong with you?” “Right now, it’s touching, but what happens when it’s more? How am I supposed to know you’re cool with it if you won’t⁠—” “Jesus Christ. Here,” he mutters, and then I’m struck silent because his hands are on my face and he’s pressing his soft lips against mine. Hunter is kissing me.

Ever so slowly, he pulls back, putting enough space between our mouths so he can look me in the eye, but his lips linger an inch from mine. “I just want to try something,” he whispers, his breath brushing against my face, and the weight of those words land like a tidal wave.

He’s kissing me again. But instead of the awkward brief kiss before, his lips part, and I feel his tongue gliding against the seam of my mouth.

The moment our tongues collide, I swear the apartment trembles. Or maybe the earth quakes or the universe implodes. I don’t know, but something cosmic as fuck takes place because my best friend and I are now offici...

again. I’m a little scared for what he’s about to say, and I honestly would be just fine if he followed this up with a simple, “Thanks. Good night.” But he doesn’t. Instead, he stares at me. Then he licks his fucking lips. This asshole.

“So…” I say first with a crack in my voice. “Is that what you expected?” “No,” he replies solidly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. You’re not some sexuality lab rat for me to experiment on.” Um…yes, I am. Yes, the fuck, I am.

It might sound cheesy as fuck, but his eyes feel like home to me. Those dark abyss-like irises have been the only constant in my life, so when Hunter says everything’s fine, then I know everything’s fine.

know…but to be honest, I’m actually kind of glad you did.” “Glad? Why?” “Because…” Her word drags out and I can tell how nervous she is to express whatever it is she’s thinking. “Just say it, babe. Whatever you’re thinking.” “I’m just glad to see you exploring this…option.” “You mean men?” “I mean Drake.”

“I feel like I’m missing something,” I mumble. She leans in, touching my cheek. “I’ve only been around you two for ten years and you’ve been together for twice that long, so maybe that’s why I see things you don’t.” “Like what?” She smiles. “Like the fact that Drake is head over heels for you.” “What?” I laugh.

“We’re just friends…” “Yeah, I know. But you can still be in love with your best friend.” “In love?” I reply in shock. “We’re talking about the same Drake, right? The man sleeps with more people every year than there are days on the calendar. He has no interest in being tied down or matched up with anyone. Drake doesn’t fall in love, Isabel. Come on…”

Wait a fucking minute…is she right? Drake has feelings for me? And that’s why he won’t settle down with anyone else? I let out another long sigh. “And I fucking kissed him! Oh my God…” I groan. “Yeah…” “Fuck.” “Which is why I asked…how did that little experiment go?”

“Hunter?” she asks, when I don’t answer. “I liked it,” I stammer. “I really fucking liked it, and I got hard as hell and I was kinda disappointed when it was over.” She bites her bottom lip hard as she tries to stifle a smile. “It was just a kiss,” I add. “I know. But maybe…”

“Maybe when you’re at the club tonight…you could see how you feel about more than just a kiss.” “No,” I snap. “No. I can’t even think about that. Plus…what if he gets the wrong idea? I don’t want to hurt him.” She’s staring at me again, as if she has all the answers, and let’s be real, she probably does. But I’m afraid to know what they are. “Baby, I’m not sure what the wrong idea is. And I don’t think you do either.”

“Hunter,” a deep voice calls as a tall, handsome man appears through the black curtain. “I saw you coming in on the cameras.” “Mario,” I reply, shaking his hand. Unlike some of the more uptight clubs we’ve been in, he’s friendly and a little casual, enough to settle some of my nerves. “This must be your…partner?” he asks, reaching a hand toward Drake.

“Drake Neilson is a friend of mine. He’s head of construction at Salacious and has been touring clubs with me.” “So nice to meet you, Drake,” Mario says, smiling at him with those bright white teeth, and I feel mine clench at the sight.

“Have a good night,” I reply, hoping he just gets the hint and takes off. His fingers linger, dragging a line across my abdomen as he walks away, and I let him have his moment. If all he wants is a little touch, then knock yourself out. But his fingers are only gone for a moment, before I’m ambushed by someone much larger and stronger.

When I glance back at the man guiding me, I catch the subtle outline of something on his face and realize he’s wearing the night-vision goggles the bouncers wear. Am I in trouble for something? I’m about to protest, but I’m suddenly slammed against a hard wall, and the goggles come off his face in a quick swipe. I know this because I hear them hit the floor. I still can’t see him or anything, but there’s no time to try because his mouth is suddenly on mine. With one hand firmly around the back of my neck, he kisses me hard. Delicate stubble around his lips scratches with mine, and when he pulls his tongue out of my mouth, he nibbles on my lower lip.

“Mine,” he mutters darkly, and my cock stirs in response. Hunter.

God, I want to believe it’s him. And I need to know. So I gently pull away. “Hunter?” I ask. “Shut the fuck up,” he snaps, and now I know. It’s him. I think.

Our lips part, and although I can’t see him and he can’t see me, it feels as if we’re looking at each other. Then I feel his other hand drift down my chest, over my stomach, and finally into my still open pants. When his hand wraps around my cock, I jolt and let out a grunt. Hunter is holding my cock.

“Where have you been?” “I had to get drunk.” “Why?” I ask. “Because…your husband is an asshole.” Well, shit. Despair gnaws away at my gut as I move to unbuckle Drake’s pants.

“Okay…” I reply. “What happened after the blow job?” “He barely put his cock away before ditching me there. On the fucking floor.” Goddammit, Hunter. My emotionally-stunted husband can be the most affectionate, tender-hearted sap sometimes, but then other times…he’s so flighty and irrational, it makes me crazy.

“I know you think I’m just a man whore who never wants to settle down, but I’ve always wanted a wife like you, Isabel. And recently, I’ve realized that I just want you.” Another tear rolls down the side of my face, landing on his arm. I’m still speechless as I gaze into his eyes. It’s clear there are no words left to say, so he kisses my forehead and closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep quickly as I lie there and let his drunk confessions seep in, committing them to memory, where I will keep them forever.

Then, Drake stares at me as he tugs Isabel a little closer. “But I agree. I don’t want this to be over either.” I know he’s talking about Isabel, and maybe I should feel territorial, snatch her back into my arms, and remind him who she belongs to, but I brought this on myself. Plus, I’m holding on to hope that if he still wants her, there’s a chance he still wants me too.

Once I’m dolled up and ready, I head for the elevator with a subtle pulse of nerves just under my skin. I squeeze my clutch close to my body, and when the elevator pings on the casino floor, the doors open to reveal Hunter and Drake waiting in their all-black suits. My men.

As I approach them, my husband grabs me around the waist, pulling me toward him, so he can kiss my cheek. “I’m half-tempted to take you right back up to that hotel room.” “I’m down with that idea,” Drake replies. His eyes rove over my body then to my face hungrily. “Boys, we’re in Sin City. Let’s go see what kind of trouble we can find first.”

“I want to dance,” I announce, grabbing both of their hands and dragging them into the throng. I can feel their hesitation, and I didn’t exactly plan this, but I couldn’t just take one and leave the other. Either one of them would be mauled alive by these women, if I left them unattended, and tonight, I’m feeling just as territorial as they are.

Hunter crowds me from behind, taking a handful of my hair and pulling me away from Drake’s kiss, stealing my mouth with his own. Pain lances through me from his grip on my scalp, but it only intensifies the pleasure. Just as the elevator comes to a stop, he mutters darkly against my lips, “Let’s get one thing clear. I’m not interested in watching tonight.”

“Goddamn, Red. You look so fucking good taking our cocks like that,” Hunter says in a low, raspy growl. “She likes two cocks. Don’t you, baby?” Drake asks. “She needs two cocks,” my husband replies. I nod as I suck them each down again. I can’t get enough of their pleasure.

Then Emerson just nods and I can’t help but feel as if he’s staring at me for a reason. Like he can read everything behind my eyes, and it makes me uncomfortable as hell. So I avert my gaze and write myself a couple notes on my notepad.

swallow down the rising emotion from hearing how frustrated he is. He doesn’t say a word as he tears off his shirt, balls it up and tosses it into the hamper. As he starts on the button of his pants, he finally looks at me, and I notice the dam break inside him. “I figured he’d go back eventually. I thought he might just take some time, but no. He’s already at the club. He’s probably already naked with the bartender, and I honestly don’t know why I care. That’s how he wants to live his life. That’s up to him. I’m just sorry your emotions got involved…and I did this. I brought all of this on. I never should have asked you to do that…”

That question lingers in the air between us, even as he storms out of the closet and gets into the shower. What choice do we have? None. Hunter and I chose each other, and we’ve kept Drake on a short leash this entire time.

“You know you’ve always been my girl, right?” I bite back my emotions. Calmly, I nod. “And no matter what, you’ll always be my girl.” Tears prick my eyes and I force a smile. “Good night, Drake.” “Good night, Isabel.”

Grabbing the back of his neck, I growl into the space between us. “You make me fucking crazy.” “Then go fucking crazy,” he replies in a low, breathless whisper, his voice like a dare.

The distant sound of muffled voices and grunts carries up the stairs. At first, I panic, thinking it’s a scuffle. Especially when I hear a body slam into the wall. Then I hear my husband’s low growling command, “Get your ass upstairs.” My belly warms and my thighs clench together. I know that tone, and I know what it means when he talks like that.

As Hunter steps closer to me, I force myself to look asleep. Eyes closed. Breathing even. Face relaxed. Please don’t wake me up. Please don’t wake me up. He leans down and presses his lips to my forehead. “I love you,” he whispers. Then he turns off the bedside lamp and quietly disappears from the room. My heart is hammering in my chest.

need you,” Hunter mumbles quietly. “Then what, Hunt?” “What do you mean then what? Since when are you worried about what happens after sex?” Drake sighs. “Since I started fucking your wife. Since you kissed me in a dark club. Suddenly, it fucking matters a hell of a lot.”