*Isabella's POV*
The second Jacob was out of earshot, the air around me and Damien crackled. It was thick and heavy, charged with all the unspoken things from the hot tub. Instinctively, I shifted my body, turning on the plush bench so I was angled towards him, my knee brushing against his. I needed to be closer.
Isabella," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated right through me. He reached out a single finger, tracing the line of my jaw and gently tilting my chin up until I had no choice but to look into his dark, intense eyes. Fuck. He never failed to make me feel completely and utterly flustered with just a single touch.
"Is it just me," I asked, my voice a little shaky, "or was Jacob kinda angry when he found us in the hot tub?"
He didn't even hesitate. "He didn't like the sight," Damien said, his voice flat, a statement of fact.
"I guess he didn't," I said, my confidence growing as I held his gaze. "But you're my boyfriend too, right?" I pushed, needing to hear him say it.
"That I am," he replied, his voice dropping even lower, the words a possessive caress that sent a shiver straight down my spine.
"So..." I began, my heart hammering against my ribs. I leaned in a bit more, deliberately biting my lower lip. "I can kiss you if I want to?"
His eyes darkened, flashing with a dangerous, predatory light. "Bite your lip like that again, Isabella," he said, his voice a raw, husky warning, "and you're gonna get much more than just a kiss right here on this fucking table."
And before I could even process the threat, he was on me. He crashed his lips against mine, a hand coming up to grip the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair. It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was a dominating, possessive, claiming kiss. I got lost in it immediately, my mind going blank. I wasn't sure what I liked more—the intoxicating, clean scent of him, the solid strength of his arms around me, or just the sheer, overwhelming way he made me feel like I was the only goddamn person in the universe.
I was so lost in Damien that I didn't even notice Jacob return. But then I felt another presence, another heat source beside me. I turned my head, breaking the kiss with Damien, my lips swollen and tingling, and saw Jacob. He didn't look angry. He looked... hungry. He leaned in and claimed my lips with a kiss that was just as mind-blowing, but different. Where Damien was pure dominance, Jacob was a playful, teasing storm, his tongue dancing with mine, promising a different kind of ruin.
I was sure people could see us. The waiters, the other patrons... someone had to be watching this insane, public display. But in that moment, I didn't give a single fuck. I was sandwiched between two gorgeous, powerful men, both of them wanting me, both of them kissing me. I was living my best fucking life, my best, most insane, completely unplanned fantasy.
When they finally pulled away, I was fucking dazed, panting for air like I'd just run a marathon. My lips felt swollen, tingling, and my head was spinning from the sheer, overwhelming force of them both.
"Let's... let's order the main dish, okay?" I managed to say, my voice a little shaky. And soon we were eating, the rich flavors of the food and the smooth wine grounding me, pulling me back to reality.
"How many of those have you had already?" Jacob asked, nodding at my nearly empty glass.
"Huh? Oh, you mean glasses of wine. I don't know... two?" I replied, a little flustered. I'd been kind of lost in my own head.
"Can you stop drinking, please?" he said, his tone shifting from playful to serious. "I'd like you to remember everything we're going to do to you tonight."
Jesus Christ.
"Isabella should rest a night, Jacob. Enough," Damien cut through, his voice a low, protective growl.
"Why don't you let her decide? I don't see her complaining," Jacob countered, a challenging glint in his eye.
"That's because you overslept this morning," Damien retorted, and just like that, they were glaring at each other again, their postures stiff and aggressive. And I was caught in the fucking middle of their pissing contest.
"Enough already, you two," I said, my voice sharp enough to cut through the tension. They both turned to look at me, surprised. "You're cute and everything, quarreling like this," I said, letting a little sarcasm drip into my tone, "but I would appreciate it if you don't fight like this in a restaurant ever again."
To my absolute fucking shock, they both blushed. A deep, red flush crept up their necks.
"Sorry, Isabella," Damien said, his voice quiet. "We're still trying to find common ground."
"Well, I am the common ground," I said, leaning forward and putting my hands flat on the table, looking between them. "You said I'm the girlfriend of both of you, so you are here to please me. I mean, what the fuck is the purpose of this date if we don't have a good time, with all your constant fighting?" I continued, my voice gaining strength with every word.
"You're right," Jacob said, looking genuinely chastised. "We're sorry."
"Good," I said, sitting back in my seat and crossing my arms. A slow, smart mouth smirk spread across my face. "Now call the waiter. I want dessert."
After dinner, we piled into the back of Damien's sleek, black town car. The moment the door clicked shut, the driver raised the dark, tinted partition, sealing us off in our own little private world. The city lights blurred past the windows, painting the interior in streaks of red and gold, but all I could see was Jacob.
He leaned in, and I was lost in the soft, gentle press of his lips against mine. It was a slow, exploring kiss, a stark contrast to the demanding, possessive way Damien usually kissed me. It was nice. It was... sweet.
"Thank you for not driving home," I mumbled against his lips, my words coming out in a breathy sigh.
He chuckled, a low, warm sound that I felt more than heard. "Do you think I could focus on driving with you looking like that?" he said, his voice a low murmur between kisses. His hand came up to cup my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin.
Just as I was starting to melt into him, I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist from the other side. Damien. He didn't ask, he didn't hesitate. He just pulled, effortlessly shifting me so I was no longer leaning against Jacob but was now straddling Damien's waist, my hands hitting the hard wall of his chest to steady myself. Before I could even process the move, he claimed my lips in a kiss once more. This wasn't soft or sweet. This was a fucking claim. A deep, dominating kiss that tasted of wine and pure, unadulterated possession.
When he finally let me come up for air, I was breathless. "Damien," I panted, "thanks for taking your driver tonight."
"Anything for you," he said, his voice a low, possessive rumble that vibrated through his chest and straight into my core. His hands were gripping my hips, holding me in place. "I told you. You deserve everything."
Oh, he did not just say that. A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear, my voice a low, confident purr.
"Oh, don't I?" I whispered. "Well, tell your driver to take the long, fucking way home. I deserve some Lancaster twins."