Song - It's raining men, Geri Halliwell

The hand on the table was close to mine. So close that Roman's fingers teased along the edge of my hand. I looked into the stark blue eyes lit up with playful amusement. The corners of his lips curled as they parted, teasing a hint of the danger lurking below. Every part of Roman was dangerous. He was the kind of guy that was so easily picked apart to analyse. Roman wouldn't hesitate to take what he wanted when he wanted. He craved all things and wasn't shy about showing it. He was becoming easier to read as the minutes passed us by. What he wanted was obvious. As for Jasper, I couldn't say.

Jas was quiet, waiting for the answer. I thought I knew him and all the things that gave him away. I thought I understood him. Yet I had nothing. Learning the truth about Jasper showed me that I didn't really know him at all. I knew he wasn't a liar, and I could only hope that he remained that way in the future.

Hearing a soft chuckle, I glanced at Roman, not noticing his hand move below the table. I gasped as his hand gripped my thigh. Even in the one action, he had me wrapped around his little finger. Everything he wanted, I would give.

It was sad that I could be like this. I suppose it just proved how lacking my relationship with Noah was. We had sex, and I'd like to say that it was fairly regular, but it wasn't the case. He'd come home tired from work and more often than not, he'd fall asleep on the lounge. I'd live in hope that maybe one weekend he would say that he wasn't going to the retreat and stay home with me but it was obvious why he wasn't interested in that. It made me wonder why he married me in the first place. If he didn't want to settle down with one woman, why commit to her?

The hand shifted, moving further along my thigh, sliding under the material. I could feel my cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. My thoughts changed constantly, wondering if someone was watching, focusing on Roman's hands and words, staring at Jasper. When my legs shifted to give him greater and easier access, I became equally obvious in my intention.

I'd never done anything like this. The most scandalous thing I'd ever had done to me was Noah putting his hand on my backside. Which screamed how innocent I really was. Could I go from zero to one hundred so quickly? The hand that crept higher said I would because I wasn't stopping Roman. I was parting my legs for him.

"Trying to figure him out? It's easy." Roman whispered in my ear. "Observe and tell me what you see."

"I, uh,"

Teasing and soft strokes over my inner thigh created a heat like I'd never encountered. My breathing was rough and shallow as I stared at Jasper. He was staring at me, too.

A bead of sweat trickled past his temple, and his cheeks were flushed. The room was warm but not that warm. It was then that I noticed his hands were below the table. In an instant, the vision of what his hand was doing filled my mind. Slowly sliding over the flesh, the ministrations becoming more insistent the closer Jasper got to his orgasm. It was decadent and thrilling to think about it, to watch a muted and discrete version of his self-pleasure in a public setting. Voyeurism and exhibitionism have never been a part of my sexual life, but given the tingling, it seemed as if it should be because clearly I liked it. I really was going from zero to one hundred in an instant.

"He's,"

I gasped as the taunting fingers pressed against the material before sliding under the lace. My eyes rolled back as I struggled to remain composed. Roman was barely touching me, but it was enough. In a dingy cafe, in front of a coworker and god only knows who else was hidden in the pockets of darkness, this almost stranger had his hand up my skirt.

Ecstasy built quickly. The pounding of my heart boomed in my ears, and my breathing was erratic. I could feel the rise of ecstasy as Roman slid deeper. The gasp was soft, and it was enough to distract me from how Roman's fingers left my body for a moment. It was enough for him to lift me a fraction to pull the material away.

I opened my eyes and watched his smug amusement as my panties were tossed onto the table. Jasper scowled, grabbing them as he glanced around the shop. Roman chuckled and returned to my pleasure, this time lifting a leg over his. The thought of being so exposed was thrilling, adding to the decadence of the moment.

Roman didn't hesitate in returning to the sinful display, turning his fingers at the right spot. Like he knew me already, Roman had perfect placement. The taunting words in my ear added to the ecstasy. His plans for the rest of the night, even if it was now morning. Where he planned on having me. Every surface he could find, and I'd be so overwhelmed by the constant orgasms that I'd be in a delirious state. He added that another divine creature was desperate to do dastardly things to me.

The wicked words and the movement of his fingers were drawing me into a world I'd never encountered. Now that I was here, I wanted more. I craved everything I could get from Roman and Jasper. Because it was easy to see that he wanted something from me, even before Roman made it obvious. Roman was not alone in his desire.

"You've had a rotten birthday," Roman purred softly as the fingers turned in the moist flesh. "But we can fix that. All you have to do is say,"

"Yes," I interrupted as the pleasure flowed.

I gripped the table as my head rolled back. The ecstasy lit a fiery path through me as my body writhed. It was subtle because this good girl wasn't used to being so obvious, but when pleasure controlled my body, there was always going to be some form of vocalisation. It was an ecstasy that I'd not experienced in a long time, at least not at the hands of another person.

This was not where I expected the night to end, but now that I was here, I couldn't help but wonder if this was part two of my revenge. To hell with Noah and his marriage of lies. Danika Jordan was dead, and with that, so was her life as his wife. I was a free woman and wouldn't let an opportunity like this pass me by. I will take their offer. Not just the sex but the other offer. A life as a vampire.

As the ecstasy began to subside, I looked at Roman, who pulled his hand out from under my skirt and teased his fingers at the edge of my mouth.

"You're wound so tight, Dani. Did the bad man neglect you?"

I smiled at his pout. It was adorable. Leaning forward, he teased a kiss against my lips, tracing his tongue against mine. Across from us, the silent one finally said something. Well, he groaned.

Roman and I turned to Jasper. His skin was flushed as his eyes momentarily closed.

Shifting back from me, Roman smirked and picked up his helmet.

"You two are just deviates. Masturbating in public."

"Hey," I grunted. "My hands were above the table."

"A minor detail in the grand scheme of things. I am going to find dinner. You two can make your own way home. Don't take too long. Otherwise, your dinner will go cold."

Jasper nodded quietly.

When we were alone, I grinned and nodded at his body.

"Need to visit the little boy's room to clean up the mess?"

"Dani," he chided, cheeks flaming a bright pink.

"So, what's the deal with you two?"

"We're not anything, just friends who live in the same place."

"Uh-huh. Is that about to change?"

I could see the hesitation in Jasper's face as his gaze lowered and a slight shift in one shoulder. Jasper always came across as confident with women, yet now it seemed to be the complete opposite.

"Did you flirt with me for a reason?"

"Maybe," he whispered.

"And perhaps took too much of an interest, which is why Roman said it was stalkerish?"

Jas nodded, keeping his gaze down at his hands that were now on the table. I reached out, feeling the warmth of his skin.

"I always thought that if I wasn't married,"

Slowly, his gaze rose to meet mine. It was still filled with caution, but his mood had begun to alter.

"And now that I'm dead, I guess I'm not married anymore."

The thug that tried to take my life had also taken my rings. I guess he was trying to make it look like a robbery. With a grin, I raised my hand.

"Look, no wedding rings. It must mean I'm a free woman. Want to take advantage of that?"

"Yes, but there's a problem."

"Would that be Roman and his interest, and maybe you thought I wouldn't be up for something beyond the straight-laced monogamous to one-partner situation?

He nodded.

"Well, clearly, you enjoyed the view of what he was doing to me, and it's obvious that I don't care, so maybe it's not a problem."

Turning his hand over, I smoothed mine over the soft palm.

"You know how we used to talk about what Noah said to me, right?"

Jas nodded.

"The meek mouse, that's my darling wife. Never does anything to upset the straight line. The most dangerous thing she's ever done is get her ears pierced. I've already skewed the line, Jas. I trashed the house and everything in it, I stole his computer, and I let an almost stranger put his hands in my pants, remove them completely and touch me until I orgasmed in a goddamned cafe. I don't intend on stopping, either. Danika Jordan is dead in the water. Whoever this new woman is, she's wild and unstoppable. She's got two gorgeous men lusting after her and a life of being the one thing her ex-husband hates."

"But who is she?"

I smiled.

"I don't know who she is, but I do know what she is. She's hungry. She's been given a taste of this wild life and wants more. So get your timid ass off the seat and take me home."