That's when a shadow darkened the hallway, broad shoulders blocking the flickering exit sign. Ivy barely registered the presence until a deep chuckle vibrated against her spine. "Well, isn't this cozy?" The voice was rough, amused, and Ivy felt the woman stiffen against her—not retreating, but assessing the newcomer with a predator's patience. The man reached past Ivy, not touching her, just close enough for her to smell motor oil and spearmint gum as he plucked the woman's cigarette from her lips. "Thought you were supposed to share."
The woman exhaled sharply through her nose, but Ivy caught the way her hips rolled subtly against her thigh—not stopping, just adjusting. "Didn't realize you were keeping score, Cole." The man grinned, slow and wolfish, and Ivy's breath hitched when he leaned in, not toward her mouth but toward the woman's, stealing a kiss with teeth before handing back the cigarette. "Always," he murmured, and Ivy felt his knuckles brush the small of her back, deliberate as a match strike.
The woman—*Cole* had named her, and Ivy would've cursed the loss of anonymity if not for the man's fingers suddenly replacing hers, calloused and twice as wide—laughed against Ivy's throat. "She's *mine*," she growled, but Cole just shrugged, stepping close enough that Ivy could feel the heat radiating off his chest at her back. "And?" His palm slid up Ivy's shirt, thumb finding her nipple through the lace, and the woman snarled, biting Ivy's collarbone hard enough to bruise.
Three bodies now, pressed tighter than the bathroom stall walls around them. Cole's knee nudged Ivy's legs wider, his other hand tangling in the woman's hair to yank her mouth away from marking territory. "Share," he murmured, but it wasn't a request—not with the way his teeth scraped Ivy's shoulder while his fingers dipped lower, finding her sopping wet where the woman had left her. Ivy gasped, torn between grinding back against Cole's obvious erection and arching forward into the woman's relentless mouth.
The woman—*Sylvie*, Ivy registered dimly as Cole hissed it like a curse—snarled but didn't stop, just sank her nails deeper into Ivy's hips when Cole's thick fingers joined hers. The stretch burned deliciously; Ivy whimpered, her forehead knocking against Sylvie's as the two of them worked her in counterpoint, Cole's slow, deliberate thrusts against Sylvie's frantic circles. Someone's belt buckle dug into Ivy's thigh, someone else's teeth nipped at her earlobe—ownership lost in the slick, sliding chaos of too many hands.
Cole's laugh vibrated against Ivy's spine when Sylvie tried to shove him away, his biceps flexing as he pinned her wrist to the wall above Ivy's head. "Still fight dirty," he mused, and Sylvie bared her teeth, but the effect was ruined when Ivy rolled her hips and took both of them deeper, her moan shuddering through all three bodies. Cole's free hand found Sylvie's throat, not squeezing, just holding—a silent *watch how I break her* as he crooked his fingers *just so*, dragging a scream from Ivy that echoed off the piss-stained tiles.
The rhythm stuttered when Sylvie suddenly dropped to her knees, her mouth replacing Cole's fingers in a wet, open-mouthed slide that had Ivy's knees buckling. Cole caught her, one arm banding around her waist as Sylvie worked her with lips and tongue, her painted nails digging into Ivy's thighs hard enough to leave half-moons. "Fuck," Cole groaned, watching Sylvie's head bob between Ivy's legs, his own hips jerking forward involuntarily—Ivy could feel the thick line of him against her ass, still trapped in his jeans but straining.
That's when the bathroom door creaked wider, and the bartender—hulking, tattooed knuckles gripping a mop—paused mid-step. Ivy expected him to shout, to toss them out, but his gaze dragged down her body, lingering where Sylvie's mouth moved hungrily. Cole didn't loosen his grip on Ivy, just tilted his chin up in challenge. "Problem, Jax?" The name curled rough in his throat, but the bartender just smirked, dropping the mop with a clatter before shoving the door shut behind him with his boot.