Sin: A Dark Reverse Harem & Age Gap Novelette (Sweet as Sin Book 1)
Sin: Chapter 3

I had no clue what his friends looked like. Therefore I had no idea we had passed them on our way to the restroom as we entered the bar.

“Over here,” Archer said, placing his hand on my lower back and guiding me toward one of the booths.

The bar war dimly lit, with burgundy booths and black tables.

There were men mostly in this bar—only two other women were around.

The smell of cigars and whiskey filled the room, but it didn’t bother me much. I was focused on my man and the ones he was walking me over to.

“There he is,” one of the four men sitting at the booth said, smirking up at Archer but never moving his eyes over to me. “What’s taken so long?”

Archer didn’t reply. He simply nudged me toward the bench on the other side of the table, making me sit down next to one of the men.

Archer came to sit next to me, his hand immediately touching my thigh. “Boys, this is my woman, Sinclair.” He then looked at me, introducing me to his friends without pointing at each of them to make sure I knew who he was referring to. “That’s Link, Renner, Ford, and Tabor.”

I looked at the four of them, nodding to show them my acknowledgement, but I still didn’t get even a look from them.

Great.

They clearly didn’t want me here, but I wasn’t going to let them make me uncomfortable.

Archer wanted me here, and that was all that mattered.

“What do you wanna drink?” he asked, leaning closer.

“Coke, please.”

“No alcohol?”

“No, thanks.” I smiled at him before placing a kiss to his jaw. I felt him tense, and he cleared his throat when he sat up straight again.

Was he ashamed of me?

No. He wouldn’t have taken me here if that was the case.

I looked around the table again, taking in all the mens’ cigars. They were all wearing a dark shirt, all top three buttons open, and showing off their chest hair.

They had to be around Archer’s age if not slightly older.

Two of them had gray beards and their hair was whitening too, and while the few crinkles showed signs of aging, their bodies definitely didn’t.

It looked like they all worked out, though, they were so huge that it didn’t necessarily have to be muscle mass that made them so…large.

I hadn’t seen them standing up yet, but I was pretty damn sure they were about the same height as Archer.

A waitress approached our table and Archer ordered our drinks, and one of the others asked for another whiskey.

I had a feeling that I wouldn’t be talking much tonight, but I didn’t mind. As long as I could spend time with Archer, everything was alright.

After getting our drinks, I reached for my glass and took a sip, using the moment to eye every single one of Archer’s friends.

I couldn’t read them. They all looked grumpy. One of them seemed angry, but mostly, they were all so damn serious.

I put my glass back down and adjusted my skirt, then I nudged closer to Archer to lean against his side and listened in on their conversation.

To be fair, I had no clue what the topic of conversation was, especially when all the sentences they spoke didn’t include more than four words each.

Fun. This is so much fun.

I looked down at my lap and placed both my hands on Archer’s. He was still gripping my thigh, and to remind him of my presence, I pushed his hand between my thighs and against my pussy.

He knew immediately what I was doing, and knowing Archer, he wouldn’t stop me.

But what I didn’t know was him being the one pushing it further.

He spread his fingers and pushed apart my thighs, making my skirt ride up enough to expose my pussy again.

I looked up at him, noticing that he was focused on the conversation he was having.

Still, without looking, he knew exactly what he was doing.

It was dark enough to hide what was happening underneath the table, but I had already noticed glances from two of Archer’s friends.

They knew, but they didn’t say a thing. They didn’t care, and neither did I.

If this was the only way to have Archer’s attention for the rest of the night, then I was okay with it.

I licked my lips and looked up at Archer again, widening my legs further to give him more space.

But when I spread my legs, I touched the knee of the guy sitting to my right.

I turned my head to look at him, but instead of meeting his eyes, I saw him staring down at Archer’s hand.

For a moment I thought he was going to complain. Instead, he watched Archer’s fingers tease my pussy for a little while before he lifted his gaze to continue conversing with the others.

Damn…nothing fazed these men.

A soft moan escaped me as Archer pushed two fingers inside of me, without warning. I was wet enough to have them slide right into me, but I wasn’t as relaxed as I was back in the car earlier.

Still, I let him play with me.

“Heard anything from Manny?” The man next to me asked. His question was directed at Archer, and I looked up at him to await his response.

Who is Manny? Do I even wanna know?

“Haven’t heard from him in weeks. Not that I want to. He’s got nothing nice to say anyway.”

His voice was dark and raspy as usual, and something about him saying those words so nonchalant made my pussy clench.

“Manny won’t contact you anyway. Forget that shit,” the one opposite of Archer said.

“The fuck do you know, Renner?” the man next to me replied.

Renner was the one with the neck tattoos, I suppose.

I finally had one name down. Three more to go and I knew everyone’s names.

“If you really need to know, I saw him downtown two days ago. I briefly talked to him, and what he had to say was not something you wanna hear. Trust me.”

All the men raised a brow at Renner, and they didn’t look convinced at all.

Archer muttered under his breath, and so did the one next to me.

Gee, whatever business they had going on with Manny, I hoped they wouldn’t continue talking about it.

I obviously wasn’t allowed to know about it. The only thing Archer ever told me about his work was that he had many clients who were richer than I could ever imagine, and that they dealt with even richer people and businesses.

“We’ll talk about this another time,” Archer grunted.

“Why, you busy with something else right now?” the man next to me said, and when I turned to look at him, he was smirking.

“You’re sitting right next to them,” Renner stated, amused. “You should be able to answer your own damn question, Ford.”

Ford.

Two names down, two more to go.

Ford looked at Archer’s hand again, his fingers still deep inside of me.

I felt my face heat up, my cheeks blushing as I felt all eyes on me now.

Finally, they were giving me attention.

“Stop looking at my woman,” Archer muttered, but even he was smirking, not taking this seriously at all. “Either that, or you join in. My kitten’s a naughty one. She won’t mind.”

I didn’t come here with big expectations. But what I never ever would’ve expected was Archer sharing me with his friends.