Prologue

One year ago…

Lost in pure ecstasy, she just held on for the ride. Both men picked up the pace as they moved in and out, up and down. Over and over again, until she couldn’t take anymore. Screaming, she called out to the heavens above for something to grasp onto as she left all reality. Both men followed, pumping into her a few more times before emptying their seed deep inside her body, branding them to her in the most intimate fashion. Both men now had her heart, and there was no going back from there. She just needed the courage to tell them.

Treat snuggled into War’s and Stone’s bodies as they collapsed next to her. She wished this could last forever, but she had to dance tonight. Dammit, she only wanted to hang with her men for the night, not be on the stage.

They were gorgeous, Treat loved looking at them. Stone was the more laid back of the two, and you could tell in his face, it wasn’t nearly as stern, maybe because he smiled a hell of a lot more. He had dark brown hair that he tried to comb back but it always fell in his face making him look younger and more endearing. While War was rock solid man through and through, he had a goatee, and although he smiled, it looked more like a smirk than an actual smile. His eyes made him unforgettable. A woman could lose herself in them, which Treat had and that was the problem. Both men had stolen her heart without her realizing it.

“I have to dance tonight,” she muttered, and both men made noises of appreciation, they hadn’t seen her dance yet, maybe they would tonight, she could put on a show for them, so after she was done, they could go to the backroom and have fun.

Treat was hoping soon the men would ask her to wear their patch, they had been sleeping together for the last year, and she knew they hadn’t been with any other women, the club whores talked, so she listened. But she was trying to take it slow with both men, she knew they had demons, and she wasn’t going to push them.

War and Stone had been in the Marines for eight years, two of them in frontline combat. They were helicopter pilots and worked together to transport the wounded back from the frontline. It was a gruesome job on a good day, but both had seen more than their share of death. Treat had only gotten them to speak of it once when they were drunk, and both had passed out only to wake with a nightmare when the sirens in the clubhouse had gone off because of a dumbass accidentally setting the trash on fire with a cigarette. The sound had scared the sh*t out of the guys, and they had been half asleep when they told her about the sirens on the base for incoming mortar shells, it was the same, and every time it rang they had to deal with death.

“You should come to the show, and afterward we can have some fun. We haven’t been in the backroom of ‘Sexy Bitches.’”

“Got things to do,” War said and pushed himself up off the bed. They hated cuddling she knew that it didn’t stop her from trying though, she liked the closeness she felt to them after sex. They were the only ones she had ever wanted to cuddle with. She felt a connection with them; she knew they were going to be hard nuts to crack when it came to a relationship because they had told her it was only sex. But then they would do sh*t that would give her hope; she was clinging to that. After her childhood who wouldn’t, she didn’t want to think about it right now; she was too content.

Stone stood as well and slapped her on the ass. “Yeah, got things on the calendar, may see you before we leave though.”

Treat froze, what? Before they leave? They just got here. She turned her head slowly and looked at them getting dressed.

“When are you leaving?” she asked.

“Maybe next week, can’t be sure,” War said distractedly.

Treat frowned, they were going to be here for a week, and they may see her before they leave? Seriously? What the f**k?

“Oh, well, cool, I will be dancing tonight, then I have the weekend off,” Treat said, and Stone smiled.

“Good, hope you have fun, babe,” he said, and both men walked out the door.

What had just happened? she wondered. They never left like that; they always kissed her goodbye. Something was going on. Treat looked at the door; she was never going to ask for scraps from anyone again. Growing up, she had craved attention, mostly because she didn’t get any, and she knew it. It was something she had overcome a long time ago, and she was not going back there.

Throwing the covers aside, she went to the bathroom to get ready for work. If they were done with her, she would be heartbroken, but she wasn’t going to beg for attention.

They had shown up, Treat saw them and was really surprised, they had never shown up to one of her shows before, maybe she was wrong, maybe they… She thought, no she wasn’t going to do that; if they wanted her tonight, they would give her a sign, easy as that.

She got on her table and began her routine. She had done it enough to know it by heart, but it didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy it. Sadly enough, she really liked dancing—it empowered her. She wasn’t embarrassed. She also didn’t dance for men, so she never looked at the two men’s faces that were watching her. She also never saw the anger and jealousy on their faces.

When she was done with her set, she grinned and waved. She saw War look over his shoulder at her right when he walked into the backroom. Yay, they did want to see her. She needed to clean up quick. She went to the changing room feeling happy and ready for her men. But when she opened the door to the backroom, she had been shocked.

Yes, War and Stone were in there, but they weren’t waiting for her, they were already occupied with someone. Her eyes grew wet, but she wasn’t going to let them see her upset, so she quickly masked her face, so it was blank. Her so-called best friend looked over her shoulder and winked at her while she was on her hands and knees between the two men. War was at her ass, and Stone at her mouth, both men’s pants were down around their feet and they had obviously been just getting started.

Without a word she turned and left, feeling her heart break in two. Unfortunately, she didn’t see both men pull up their pants and push the woman they had been using away. The men knew they were assholes, but they had to do something, Treat was becoming too attached.

“What the hell?” Trick said and looked at the two men.

“Bitch, leave,” War snapped.

Stone looked at the door where Treat had been standing, then looked back at his best friend. “We are gonna regret that.”

“Already do, brother, already do.” War sighed. “It’s for the best.”

“Yeah,” Stone muttered and then said, “I need a drink.”

“I need about ten,” War said, and then both men left the room.

Trick was still sitting there seething because no one did that to her. When the two men had brought her in here in the first place, she had been laughing to herself. Treat thought she was all that, always had, and she was going to take her down a peg or two. Well, f**k that, she was going to make sure those assholes got what they deserved.