chapter 6. I didn't understand why he would say that I was his mate. It was the same thing that Jake had said about his more than a girlfriend. He had called her his mate when he got out of the shower. Now, this super sexy drummer was saying I was his mate. What was a mate? I mean yeah. British slang for friend. And, of course, there were some animals that mated for life, but we weren't animals. Was there something going around making people crazy that I didn't understand? Even Charity was acting strange. She wasn't the type to let a guy sweep her off her feet and let him kiss her without at least knowing his name first. Yet that's just what she had done with the singer. He had jumped off the stage, pulling her into his arms and now I had no idea where she was. Ryan and I stood at the bar, his thumb stroking the back of my hand, making toe curling pleasure dance over my skin. Being touched like this had never felt so good. It was like when Travis had handed me my drink and our hands had touched. It was innocent and I shouldn't be thinking about how I wanted both of them to touch me again. It had to be that I was lonely. Jake had been great in bed, but he always held back with me. I didn't want holding back. I wanted fire and touches that sent sparks through my entire body. I wanted the heat that I saw in Ryan's eyes, the heat that I saw in Travis' eyes. Like they wanted to devour me whole. Ryan lifted his other hand to get Travis' attention. The other man noticed him, his eyes met mine, and a slow smile spread across his face. He finished serving the drink that he had made before he walked over to us. His gaze landed on our joined hands and he pressed his lips together into a thin line. "Tillie, same as before?" He asked, his voice slightly rougher than it was earlier. I liked the way it sounded and I won- dered if that was what he would sound like when he woke up. First thing in the morning, his hair falling in loose waves around his face. Ryan squeezed my hand and I realized that they were both watching me. 0.0 % 12:09 "Oh, yeah. Sorry. Jack and Coke, please." "Ryan?" Travis winked at me before turning to look at the man beside me. I could have sworn that I heard Ryan growl, but humans didn't growl at each other. At least not unless they were doing some sexy primal play thing. Was that what was going on between these two? If it was, I wasn't one to bash someone else's kink. I just didn't know why they were pulling me into it and why did I not care that they were pulling me into it? Why did the thought of them hunting me have me pressing my thighs together? Travis tilted his head down. His nostrils flared as he leaned closer to me. "You smell so good, like cherries." Ryan let go of my hand, his arm snaked around my waist to pull me close against his firm muscular body. "Cherries?" He repeated. I looked between the two of them. There was a look of hunger in their eyes that I couldn't explain. It spoke to some- thing primal inside of me that I didn't know was there. Something left over from the lizard brain that told me that sex with these two would be more than enough. That it would leave me ruined for any other partner afterwards. "I'll fix you something sweet," Travis said. His voice was low but I could still hear it over the steady pulse of music that surrounded us. It made me feel like the three of us were in a little bubble that no one could disturb. I nodded and his eyes sparkled in the neon lights of the club. He turned away from Ryan and me, setting a tumbler onto the back of the bar, he picked up different liquor bottles, mixing them together before topping it all with a cher- "Travis makes some of the best drinks." Ryan whispered into my ear and I shivered at the touch of his lips against the shell of my lips. How his hot breath played against my skin, making goosebumps rise. I turned my head to look up at him. His tongue was tucked behind his teeth as he looked down at me and I could see the flash of metal in his tongue. I wondered how that would feel against my heated flesh? I had heard rumors, but I had never been with anyone with a pierced tongue. It made me wonder what other parts of him were pierced. His hand moved from my waist to stroke up my arm and I bit my lower lip trying to fight back the moan of pleasure at his touch. Why did it feel so good? Travis sat the drink down in front of me and I looked away from Ryan, down to the drink. It was a cloudy pink and yellow liquid. I had no idea what it was. I looked back up at Travis, worrying the inside of my cheek with my teeth. His arms were against the bar as he leaned over, watching me. 36.8 % 12:09 1 "What is it?" I asked, picking up the drink and sniffing it. "Try it." He smirked at me, "I bet you'll like it." Swallowing hard, I lifted the glass to my lips, taking a small sip. Letting the flavors swirl over my tongue. It tasted like almonds and cherries. It was sweet yet tart, I took another sip before sitting the drink down. "It's really good. What is it?" "It's an amaretto sour." "Strange name. It's not sour." I said, picking the cherry out and popping it into my mouth. "I bet you're not sour either. I bet you're sweet and tart, that you taste like cherries." My eyes widened and I felt my body clench up at his words. It felt like there was a tightly wound coil inside of me that might spring apart at any minute. His hand moved to catch mine as Ryan's fingers trailed higher up my arm until he rested them on my shoulders. I moaned at the pleasure of it, feeling my nipples tighten beneath the fabric of my short black dress. 83.0.9% 12:09