Page 49 of Echoes of Desire
“Thanks, Knox.”
“No problem. Let’s meet up for a date, Ray. Bye.”
“Bye,” I say. “What’s the cage?”
“It’s Ghost’s baby,” Jaxon says. “It’s a nightclub much like ours but with less sex and more alcohol.”
“And strippers,” Jasper adds.
“And a secret underground fighting cage,” Jaxon smiles.
“Interesting. I like dancing. Can we go?”
“We’ll go tonight, baby,” Jasper laughs. “Just as soon we take care of our members. Be ready. We’ll be back in an hour. Now, kiss me.”
I don’t get a chance to do as he demands before he grips the back of my neck and slams his lips against mine. By the time he’s finished, I’m panting for breath.
But they don’t seem to care. Jasper forces me to turn to Jaxon before he, too, devours my mouth. Jasper’s hand moves from the back of my neck to my throat, applying a little pressure that seems to do it for my brain. My thoughts scatter, leaving me drowning in sensation. The firm grip of Jasper’s hand on my throat and Jaxon’s demanding kiss make it impossible to focus on anything but them. Their intensity pulls me under like a tidal wave. This continues on until darkness just about takes me under.
When Jaxon finally pulls back and Jasper releases my throat, the light comes back, and I gasp for air. Jaxon’s green eyes smolder as they lock onto mine. “Be ready in an hour, sweetheart,” he says, his voice low and rough.
Jasper’s fingers trail down my neck before letting go, his touch leaving a lingering heat. “We’re going to show you a good time tonight, baby. Don’t keep us waiting.”
I nod, too breathless to respond, and watch as they turn and walk away, their powerful strides leaving me rooted to the spot. My heart is racing, my body humming with a mixture of anticipation and lingering heat.
***
The next hour flies by in a blur of preparation. I dig through my closet, pulling out the best outfit I can muster for a night of dancing and God-knows-what at a club like the Cage. Settling on a sleek black dress that hugs my curves, I take a moment to steady myself.
“This is just dancing,” I whisper to my reflection. “Nothing more.”
But deep down, I know that with Jasper and Jaxon, nothing is ever “just” anything.
When the knock comes at my door, I barely have time to grab my bag before it swings open. Jasper steps inside, looking me over with an appreciative smile. His ever-present suit is gone, and in its place are jeans and a shirt that is plastered to his body like it was made for him. He looks devastatingly handsome.
“Perfect,” he says, his voice warm as his eyes rake over me. “Ready to go?”
“As I’ll ever be,” I reply, my voice steadier than I feel. I don’t ask what happened with Becca, and I don’t think I ever will. I have an idea, but we’re just going to leave it at that.
Jaxon waits outside, leaning casually against the wall, his own outfit similar to his brothers. His lips curl into a smile when he sees me. “Beautiful,” he says simply, offering his arm.
The short ride to the Cage is filled with their playful banter, which does little to settle my nerves. I’m not sure what to expect,but when we arrive, the sheer energy of the place is electric. The bass from the music thrums in my chest, and the flashing lights cast vibrant shadows across the sleek, modern interior.
Jasper guides me toward the bar while Jaxon scans the room. “What do you want to drink, Pet?” Jasper asks, his voice close to my ear so I can hear him over the music.
“Something light,” I say, unsure if I can handle anything too strong.
Jaxon appears with a drink for me moments later, his expression relaxed but his eyes sharp. “Stay close,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. “One hand on one of us at all times. We don’t want you to lose our faces.”
The three of us move to the edge of the dance floor, and Jasper holds out his hand. “Dance with me.”
Before I can overthink it, I take his hand and let him pull me onto the floor. His hands settle on my waist, and he guides me with an effortless confidence that has my body moving in sync with his. The music pulses around us, but all I can focus on is him. The way he moves, the heat of his hands, the intensity in his gaze.
When Jaxon steps in, taking Jasper’s place, the transition feels seamless. His hands are just as steady, his presence just as commanding. They move me between them effortlessly, their touches keeping me grounded even as my heart races.
It’s exhilarating. Overwhelming. And I can’t help but wonder what they have planned for me next.
“Hey,” someone says from beside us. A young male is dancing against a much larger male. Both seem to be enjoying themselves immensely.