Help! the four Alpha's are obsessed with me.-Chapter 189 Heavy bulges

BACK TO THE CLUBHOUSE

Charles was like glued to the sight before him when he heard his name. It didn’t register at all. All he could focus on were the hard muscles, pulsing flesh right in front of him, begging—no, pleading—to be licked right there.

He was ogling. It was embarrassing, but he wasn’t himself until a tap landed on his shoulder and he gasped inwardly.

"I lost you there... hey, are you okay?" Thomas asked, concern flickering in his eyes.

Charles blushed hard, his cheeks turning a deep shade of pink as he tried to calm his racing nerves.

"Oh, I was just... hmm, that’s one nice set of muscles you’ve got there, man. Are you working out?" Charles blurted, his hands already itching, the flesh looking far too inviting.

Thomas smiled, then grinned.

"Don’t worry, you can touch. It’s not bad," Thomas responded freely.

Charles couldn’t control himself anymore. He grabbed his hard pecs, the smoothness shocking him. Too unreal to look at. When his hands roamed further down to the stomach region, he met defined packs that sent tingles straight through his senses.

"Mehn... that looks delicious," Charles murmured, nearly jumping on his feet at his own luck. Who would get such a golden opportunity—to check out such fine meat?

From the bar section, Norman had been watching them. He came forward and gently gripped both their shoulders, leaning in as he whispered seductively. His voice had an unhinged edge to it, sending butterflies wild in Charles’ stomach.

"Oh God... what’s this feeling? Why am I acting this way, like a possessed freak?" Charles breathed out, finally releasing the breath he’d been holding for too long.

"You two are practically eating each other up from afar, so why don’t you go to the dance floor and enjoy yourselves? Stop acting like monks, for fuck’s sake," Norman said, his voice cutting through the tension hanging thick between them.

Before Charles could react, Norman took his hand and dragged him to the center of the floor. Thomas, left behind, shot him a what-the-fuck look. Norman only shrugged it off.

"Action speaks better than words, dude. And speaking of words, now we’ve got the spotlight all to ourselves. I’m free—and I saw you first," Norman winked.

He gave Charles a twirl, their bodies landing dangerously close.

Charles was breathing hard, stuck between two hot men, his heart pounding like a drum. His traitorous mouth refused to work as he gawked at Norman like some kind of freak show.

"Fuck, Charles, say something. At least your name. Wait... have I even introduced myself before? This is so confusing," his thoughts battled wildly.

Norman spun him again, his palm catching Charles’ back, eyes locked on him.

"So, can we go over the introductions again? I’m Norman Cardew—the other guy’s twin brother. And this is my moment," Norman smiled, making Charles relax just a little.

So far, he seemed normal—except for one detail. He was still fucking naked. Still, Charles was glad he wasn’t like the loser he met at the hotel. This guy was sweet. And so was his brother.

"Hm... you’re being really affectionate in public. All eyes are on us," Charles whispered into Norman’s ear.

Norman reciprocated instantly, his mouth landing on the soft spot near Charles’ neck, making him shudder.

"Let them feed their hungry gazes on us. At least we’re interesting—unlike those boring-ass couples," Norman murmured.

Suddenly, Thomas interrupted from the opposite end.

By now, people around them were openly staring.

"Are they gay?" a couple whispered.

The partner shrugged. "Isn’t it obvious? And why is it always the gorgeous ones? Just look at them."

"You do realize your partner is standing right here, right?" the man muttered.

She ignored him completely, her eyes glued to the men.

Meanwhile, Thomas marched to the DJ table, unplugged the music, and grabbed the microphone.

"Hello, everyone. As it seems, my brother and I are obviously interested in the same guy—which is a surprise. But for this guy, I’m changing the rules of this bar," he declared.

All eyes turned to Charles and Norman.

Charles was completely lost. Why was Thomas holding a microphone in the first place?

"Isn’t this supposed to be a club? And why does it feel like you both own this place?" Charles asked Norman, who had stopped dancing and was now holding Charles’ waist tenderly.

"Oh, this is our bar. We control everything here. He’s just spicing things up," Norman winked, pulling their faces closer.

"Your name, beauty. You still haven’t told me," Norman reminded him.

Charles realized he truly hadn’t said a thing. He fixed his hair slowly, clenched his hands, and finally spoke.

"Charles McCall... handsome."

Norman smiled. "Cute name for a beauty."

They turned their attention back to Thomas.

"No more boring-ass songs. We’re going pop and sexy. Dance your hearts out! And the VIP section? That’s ours—so move if you’re there," Thomas announced.

He plugged the music back in.

Work by Rihanna blasted through the speakers as Thomas jumped off the stage, landing right in front of them.

"Are we rocking this party or what?"

Charles looked around, alarmed by the curious gazes. Who the hell were these men? Were they powerful? Influential? Then why had he seen Norman serving drinks earlier?

Nothing made sense.

It felt like the crowd wanted to rip him apart just to uncover his identity—but that wasn’t happening.

"Just treat them like they don’t exist," Norman assured him, sensing his nerves.

He let Thomas take Charles’ hands.

Minutes ago, they were fighting over him. Now... it felt like they wanted to share him. And that was the last thing he expected—especially from two blood brothers.

Fuck. This was getting out of hand.

Then Norman spanked Charles’ ass softly from behind.

Without warning, Thomas broke into a dance, vibing hard to the beat. He moved behind Charles, rocking his ass, hands roaming all over his back.

Norman came closer, one hand gripping Charles’ waist, the other pressing into his ass. He sniffed his neck, licked his nape, sending chills through Charles’ spine.

That was it.

Charles snapped into a frenzy.

He swayed his waist, moving it femininely, throwing his ass back, letting both men rock him from behind. He arched his back, letting them feel every curve, then dropped low—twerking.

The entire club froze.

And the brothers?

Already sporting heavy bulges.