Inked (Tattoos and Leather) (10 page)

The woman smiled. “You must be Megan. I’m Brittany.” She gestured to a man behind her. “Garth will take your coat.”

“Uh. Okay.” Megan’s cheeks went warm as she slipped out of her coat and was left in the elf suit. She fought the urge to cross her arms over her chest or tug down on the tiny skirt.

Brittany nodded to the pair of wood doors that led into the main room. “Go right in.”

“Thanks, Brittany.” Megan tried to smile but was sure it looked more like a grimace. She pushed the doors open.

Last night the room had been empty with a table set up on the stage for her demonstration. Flashes came to her of what had happened once she’d started her demo.

Her gaze drifted to the tables that were filled with men in expensive clothing drinking brandy, scotch, and wine while eating fine dinners. From the looks of it, Spirits was now an exclusive gentleman’s club that served a full menu and likely not your typical bar food.

She swallowed as she heard an exclamation. “Megan!”

Megan turned to face Faith and tried harder this time to smile. “Hi, Faith.”

“You need to get in here and get busy.” Faith’s dark curls bounced as she took Megan by the arm and led her into the sparkling stainless steel kitchen. “It’s already been a crazy night.”

It wasn’t long before Megan was waiting on tables, taking orders, and serving food and drinks. She was surprised at how easily it all came back to her even though it had been years since she’d worked in a bar.

The men were more refined in this establishment, yes, but they still looked at her with appreciative stares. She supposed she should feel flattered, but she’d never been comfortable being on parade. Not that she had a whole lot of experience being the object of men’s desires.

Tips were good, and that helped ease the embarrassment of being half-naked. No one tried to pinch her ass, but there was a whole lot of boob-staring going on, even if it was mostly covert.

For the most part she managed to not think of Nick and Sean…though they did sneak into her thoughts more than they should have.

Way more.

* * * * *

“What do you mean, she’s gone?” Sean narrowed his eyes as he stood in the doorway to Megan and Drew’s apartment. Nick scowled beside Sean. “She was supposed to be here.”

Drew folded her arms across her chest. “So maybe there’s good reason why Megan doesn’t want to go out with you. You two sure seem possessive. Last I checked, she was a free woman.”

“I’m sorry, Drew.” Sean dragged his hand down his face as he realized how this must look. “Can you tell us where she is?”

Drew cocked her head to the side. “How do I know your intentions are honorable?”

“I assure you they are.” Sean let out his breath and he could tell Nick was trying to appear more relaxed. “We care about her.”

Drew must have felt his sincerity. “She took a job at Spirits. She’s there now.”

Sean tried to keep his jaw from dropping. “As a server?”

Looking amused, Drew relaxed her arms. “Yes, in one of those cute little elf outfits.”

Sean almost whirled around and charged down the stairs. Instead he opted for a more well-intentioned tactic. “We’d like to take her to dinner at an exclusive restaurant. Can you give us one of her dressiest outfits and a pair of shoes?”

Drew frowned. “That’s just weird.”

“Please.” Sean gave her one of his most charming smiles. “We believe Megan needs a night out on the town.”

“She does.” Drew nodded. “You’ll have to wait until she gets off work—we need the money. But I’ll get you her things.” She started to turn away. “Come on in.”

“Thanks.” Sean looked at Nick and they both stepped into the apartment to wait for Drew.

Like hell were they going to let Megan show off her body to other men. As soon as they got to Spirits, they were going to drag her pretty little ass out of the place.

* * * * *

Megan swept out of the kitchen carrying a platter of appetizers and served them to a table of four gentlemen. All four stared at her boobs as she bent over to place their appetizers on their table.

She let out a breath as their gazes focused on her breasts.
It’s just a temporary job, Megan,
she told herself.
I’ll find something else soon, where men don’t want to stick dollars in my skirt.

When she straightened, she felt a prickling sensation down the back of her spine. Someone was staring at her, and it wasn’t just at her ass while she’d been bent over. This was different.

Slowly she turned to look. Her jaw dropped. Heat swept over her in a heated rush.

Nick and Sean Dorian.

Her throat worked as she looked at them. They were in identical, clearly expensive tailored suits, and both men wearing matching scowls, their arms crossed over their chests. She couldn’t see their tattoos, but the memory of them naked, and every one of their tattoos bared to her, seared her mind.

They looked tall and powerful, and every bit the Alpha males they each were. Men who’d controlled her…and who no doubt wanted to control her again.

The thought created an instant ache between her thighs.

“Miss.” The insistent male voice dragged her focus away from Nick and Sean. A man was frowning as raised his hand and snapped his fingers. “Another brandy.”

She gave a nod. “Yes, sir.” Her voice shook.

The moment she turned around, she smacked into one of the objects of her many fantasies when she’d worked at DII. She looked up and saw that she’d just run into Nick, or maybe it was Sean.

No, from the intensity of his frown, she’d have to say it was Nick. Before she had the opportunity to recover, he took the empty tray from her and grabbed her by the upper arm. He practically dragged her across the room to where Sean stood.

“Hey, stop it.” She tried jerking her arm away from Nick’s grip. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” When he didn’t answer, she tried to yank her arm again. “Damn it. Let me go.”

“What are you doing in here?” Nick asked in a hard voice when they reached Sean who stood by the doors.

“If you’re not freaking idiots, you can see that I’m working.” She ground her teeth. “
Someone,
or rather a pair of someones, had me fired.”

“You’re not working here,” Sean said in a low growl. “You’re not going to show off your body to a bunch of men.”

She blinked. “Who the hell are you to tell me who I can show my body to and where I can and cannot work?”

“Right now we’re your bosses,” Nick said, an angry glint to his blue eyes. “And you’re fired.”

Megan’s eyes widened as she looked from one brother to the other. “You—you’re my bosses?”

“Not anymore.” Nick narrowed his gaze. “We just fired you.”

The backs of her eyes burned and she knew she was on the verge of tears. But a stronger part of her caused her to straighten and raise her chin.

“You
bastards
.” Her voice started to rise, but she didn’t care who heard her. “First you fire me from my job at DII and now you’re firing me from Spirits?” Anger boiled through her and her rage mounted. “Thanks to you I won’t be able to pay my bills or buy groceries.”

“Come with us,” Sean said.

Again she tried to jerk her arm away then realized that not only did Nick still have a grip on her right arm, but Sean now held her left arm.

“Let me go or I
will
scream,” she said, louder yet. “I’ll make a scene like you’ve never seen before.”

The men were already guiding her toward the front entrance so that her back was to the room. Sean put his arm around her shoulders. Before she could let loose with a scream, Sean clamped his hand over her mouth as the men shouldered their way through the front double doors.

She bit Sean’s finger. He cursed and moved his hand from her mouth as they went through the doors and stopped in the entryway. The doors closed behind them.

Brittany, the woman monitoring the door, did a good job of appearing as if her employers frequently bodily removed an employee from the bar. Hell, maybe Brittany
was
used to it.

“Get Ms. Faircloth her coat,” Nick said smoothly. He turned to Megan. “I assume you checked one.”

She glared at him and didn’t respond.

“We’ll get it right away.” Brittany looked at the man who’d taken Megan’s coat when she arrived.

The man left and within moments returned with Megan’s coat. Nick took it and Megan snatched it from him when he held it up for her to slip into.

“Get away from me, you pair of jerks.” She hissed the last word. “I don’t want to ever see you again.”

Sean’s expression changed from angry to calm. “You’re coming with us.”

“I don’t
think
so.” She jammed her arms through the sleeves of her coat and then tied the belt so that she was covered. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

Sean and Nick took her by her upper arms the moment her coat was secured. They held her so tightly and so close between them that she couldn’t move.

Brittany pretended to busy herself. The door to the outside opened and two men came through. Cold air whirled in around Megan’s ankles and everywhere on her body that the coat didn’t cover. She thought of screaming and begging the men to help her.

The two men who walked through the door were gorgeous—almost as stunning as the twins who were forcibly taking her out of the club.

“Morgan.” Nick nodded to the one with dark, slightly wavy hair. “Asher.” He gave another nod, this one to the blond who had razor-sharp features.

The men greeted Nick and Sean in return.

An amused glint in his eyes, Asher, said, “Looks like you’ve got your hands full.”

The dark-haired Morgan was just as dangerously sexy as he said, “Need any help?”

Megan was caught off guard by Morgan’s and Asher’s words, and the knowing looks all four men gave each other.

“We can handle her,” Sean said, and gripped Megan’s arm more tightly.

“You all have some nerve—” she started, but the next thing she knew, Nick and Sean had her outside.

The same Rolls Royce that had taken her home early this morning was parked in front of Spirits. Megan did her best to fight both men off but her ankle boots slipped on the damp sidewalk. Only their grips on her arms kept her from falling.

They forced her into the back seat of the Rolls, Sean moving in beside her so that she couldn’t get out. Nick made it to the other side of the vehicle and slid in so that once again she was sandwiched between the two men. They removed her coat before she had a chance to fight back.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, Megan,” Sean said as he rested one hand on the curve of her waist.

“Naughty girl?” She looked up at him with a disbelieving expression. “I’ll show you a naughty girl.” She raised her hand to slap him but he caught her by her wrist.

Nick brought both of her hands behind her back as she glared indignantly at Sean. Before she knew what Nick was doing, he’d cuffed her wrists behind her back.

“What—?” she started.

“You look hot in that outfit,” Sean said.

From behind her, Nick added, “But only for us. You aren’t to dress like this in public again.”

Before she could snap back a response, Sean took her face in his hands and kissed her.

Startled, she didn’t move at first. Sean plundered her mouth with his tongue, intent on taking everything from her.

Nick pushed her hair over her shoulder, baring her neck. He trailed his mouth along the curve of her neck as Sean kissed her.

She struggled, but neither man gave way. They held her powerfully between them and soon she was sighing beneath Sean’s kiss, shivers trailing her spine as Nick’s lips traced a path to her nape.

Her nipples grew hard and she ached between her thighs. Nick drew her onto his lap and she felt his cock press hard against her ass. He moved his hands around her and pulled down the front of her bustier so that her breasts fell into his palms. She gasped into Sean’s mouth as Nick pinched her nipples.

Sean drew back and shifted in the large back seat of the Rolls, his blue eyes dark with passion.

She tried to come up with cold words that would make them stop, but then Sean slid his palm up her thigh. Her heart thrummed as he pushed up her skirt, revealing the tiny red panties she wore beneath it.

He ripped her panties into shreds and tossed them onto the floor.

“You tore my—” Her indignant response vanished and she let out another gasp as he slid his fingers into her wetness. He looked satisfied as he plunged his fingers in and out of her slick core.

“You’re so wet, you naughty girl.” Sean rubbed his thumb over the hard nub and she thought she was going to climax. “You deserve a punishment for showing off your body to other men.” He didn’t take his eyes off her as he added, “Isn’t that true, Nick?”

“Most definitely.” Nick’s voice was rough as he spoke. He twisted Megan in his arms so that she was half lying in his embrace, and he kissed her.

She could barely breathe as Sean continued to move his fingers in and out of her wet core and flick his thumb over her clit as Nick placed kisses along her neck and played with her nipples. She squirmed and moaned, falling into the sensations, her body on fire and filled with a need that nearly consumed her.

“You smell so good,” Nick murmured as he moved his lips down to the top of her spine.

“So hot…so damned hot.” Sean slid her skirt over her hips and down to her ankles, and she wondered if he was going to fuck her now, if he was going to take her in the back of the Rolls. At that instant, she wanted it more than anything.

It took her a moment to realize the vehicle had come to a stop. She felt dizzy and off balance as they shifted her on the seat so that she was sitting up.

She felt a heated blush sear her skin as it came to her that she wore only the bustier that was now beneath her breasts—her skirt was off and her panties shredded. The only other things she wore were her ankle boots.

Her brows knitted as she tried to think clearly. These men had fired her, manhandled her, then took full advantage of her. Well, maybe not full, but pretty damned close.

Why did she like it so much?