Chapter 10

• Wayne put his arm around Blair's waist and whirled her to the center of the expanding crowd before she could answer.
• "Oh," she said, then laughed and clung to him.
• The speed increased, and more couples began to dance. She was soon dancing to Wham and loving the fact that Wayne's focus was not diverted from her.
• Blair, on the other hand, was well aware of two other males. Donny and Alan were positioned on opposite sides of the dance floor. Alan's arms were still crossed. Donny's had them stuffed inside his trouser pockets. They were keeping a close eye on her.
• As a result, she offered them something to watch. Spinning around, shaking her ass at Wayne, and raising her arms in the air, hoping her tits didn't fall out. Or perhaps doing so might liven things up.
• "You're hot, you know that?" Wayne muttered next to her ear, his arm tightening around her waist once more.
• "Yeah, I know." She giggled, flung back her head, and turned to face him in his arms. "Can I ask you something?"
• "Will I fuck you later?" He, too, laughed. "Yeah, okay."
• "Well, there you have it. But, what about Donny and Alan? "Do they not have girlfriends?"
• "Not that I know of."
• "What, like…ever?"
• "There have been a few, I believe." I never got to know them well. Rachel was the final one, she was Alecish, and..."
• "And what?"
• "I shouldn't say." He continued to dance while holding her hands in his.
• "Please, tell me."
• "There were rumors they shared her."
• "Shared her?"
• Wayne shook his head. "Yeah, like they both wanted her, so instead of fighting over it, she slept with both of them." They distributed her."
• "Bloody hell." She cast a peek at her stepbrothers. Their kink level was increasing. All that spanking talk, and suddenly ménage à trois.
• "But I didn't tell you," Wayne drew her close and drew her attention away from Donny and Alan.
• "My lips are sealed." Her curiosity, on the other hand, was wide open.
• "Should we take this upstairs now or wait until later?" Wayne inquired next to her ear. "Or both?"
• "Both sounds good to me." Her pussy clenched at the prospect of a shag. "If you can get it up twice."
• "You better believe it." He led her away from the dance floor and through the crowd. The air was thick with perfume and booze.
• Blair's path was stopped when they arrived at the twin wooden doors leading to the hotel foyer.
• Alan and Donny.
• From shoulder to shoulder. Crossed arms. Mouths that are placed in harsh straight lines.
• "Hey there, fellas," Wayne casually said.
• "Where are you going?" Alan inquired.
• "Blair and I are going to get some air." Wayne grinned.
• "I don't think so," Donny muttered, his eyes narrowing as he moved from Blair to Wayne.
• "What?" Wayne expressed astonishment in his tone.
• "He said no." Alan lowered his chin. "If you need me to make it clearer."
• "But—" Wayne's expression was puzzled. "I—"
• "We need to talk to our new stepsister," Donny explained. "If you don't mind."
• "For God's sake, guys," Blair said. "Could you please get out of our way?"
• "No." Donny's fingers were strong and powerful as he curled his palm around her upper arm. "We are staying very much in your way."
• "So, if you'll excuse us, Wayne," Alan said.
• "Goddamn it, you fellas are always such killjoys."
• "If that's the way you want to look at it, fair enough." Donny nodded behind Wayne's back. "Go find some other girl to fuck, because it won't be our new sister."
• "I wasn't...I…jeez."
• "See you around." Alan kicked the door open behind him. "Blair, this way."
• Blair felt herself hurriedly entering the lobby. When the door closed, the music faded and her ears ringing. "Where’re we going?" She blinked numerous times as the lights were dazzling and brilliant.
• "Up. We have things to discuss." Alan pressed the button, and the lift doors slid open.
• Donny drew her in.
• "We have nothing to discuss, I can assure you." She frowned at Donny, then at Alan. "I want to go back to the reception…now."
• "I don't think so," Donny responded as he continued to clutch her arm.
• "Get off me." She wriggled, but it was too late; he had her grip.
• Three stories above, the lift pinged. Blair locked her gaze on their reflections in the smoky mirrored doors. Even in heels, she was dwarfed by the two large guys, and her blonde hair, curled into ringlets, stood out against their black suits and dark hair. When she remembered Wayne's remarks, she felt a weird excitement.
• She felt as if their last girlfriend, the Alecish girl they'd shared—apparently. Was that actually what happened? Was one lucky lady able to fuck both Alan and Donny? Had she leaped into bed with them simultaneously, or had they chosen separate days of the week?
• The doors swung open. Donny escorted her out.
• "You've got a lot of nerve, you know," she murmured as he led her to the right and opened a door. "I'll tell my mother about this."
• "I really don't think you will," Donny said. "In you go, this needs to be hashed out in private."
• "What does?" She entered the plushly carpeted room. The heavy red-and-gold checkered curtains had been drawn, and the bed had been remade, with a chocolate on each pillow.
• "Alan!" A powerful voice yelled.
• Alan came to a halt, still not quite in the room, and looked to his right. "Simon?"
• "I'm glad I caught you, I really need a hand with something."
• "You do?"
• "Yeah."
• "Right now?" Alan scowled at Donny before returning his gaze to Simon.
• "Yeah, I'm trying to sort out that balloon and petal photo surprise for the bride and groom, but they're saying they need a family member's permission to go into their suite and—"
• "Go, Alan," Donny instructed gently. "I've got this."
• Alan paused, glancing between them, his brow furrowed. "You sure?"
• Donny’s grip on Blair’s arm tightened slightly, his gaze locked on hers, unyielding. A silent warning hung in the air.
• "I’m sure. Our sister needs to be taught a lesson."
• Blair’s breath hitched, her heart pounding as Alan nodded once, casting her a final glance before stepping out. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving her alone with Donny.
• "You’re not going to like this," Donny murmured, stepping closer until his breath brushed her cheek. "but you’ll thank me later."