Page 28 of Sold on Them

“It’s really a present for all three of us,” he says, inclining his head for me to follow him as he steps into the main part of the suite.

Scrambling to my feet, I hurry after him as curiosity fills me. It’s been a little while since I’ve felt excited for anything, but it’s beginning to build within me.

“What kind of present is Royce bringing home at this time of night for all three of us?” I snicker. “Is he bringing us a prostitute?”

Cormac snorts as he settles on the couch. “Absolutely not.” Then he hesitates before shaking his head. “No clues for you. Hejust texted that he’s in the elevator, so you won’t have to wait much longer.”

I wonder what the hesitation was about, but I also know he won’t tell me anything he doesn’t want to. I’ll just have to be patient—not exactly my strong suit since I’ve been confined to hotels, but I can at least try.

“I’m gonna grab a beer. Do you want one?” I ask him as I lean against the back of the couch, running my hands through his thick hair.

He hums, leaning his head back so he can look up at me. “That feels nice. Sure, I’ll take a beer, but I want a kiss first.”

Grinning, I lean over and press my lips to his. He deepens the kiss immediately, his tongue trailing across my lips, and I open for him. Before we can get too lost in it, I pull away, only panting a little.

Cormac smirks up at me, and I fight to not roll my eyes—at least until my back is turned. What he can’t see won’t hurt me or my ass. I’m a fan of spankings, and Cormac has a firm hand, but I don’t approve of being spanked for rolling my eyes.

The door to the suite opens while I’m bent over grabbing beers.

“Welcome back, baby,” I call out. “I’m grabbing beers. Do you want one?”

“Sure,” he responds. “Why don’t you bring five? Assuming both of you like beer?”

I’m already reaching for the beers before his words register. He brought people over? I pull out five beers before freezing

“It’s not my favorite, but I won’t say no.”

That voice is so familiar, but there’s no way it’s who I think it is, right?

“I’d love a beer. Thanks.”

Spinning around, I almost drop the bottles in my hands as my eyes lock with the two people I’d been missing not that long ago.

“Parker?” They say it together and tears cloud my vision.

Itisthem.

“What? How?” I’m babbling, trying to remember how to make my feet move as I struggle to keep ahold of the beers in my arms.

“Here, let me help,” Cormac says gently, extracting the bottles from my arms.

I hurry across the room, throwing myself at Mackenzie and Damon as sobs wrack my body. Their arms wrap around me, Damon holding most of mine and Mackenzie’s weight as she cries with me. No one speaks as the two of us cry, Damon just holding us tight.

Finally, the tears stop, and I pull away to glance between my past lovers and my current lovers. “How?”

“With a lot of planning,” Royce says with a chuckle before he turns his attention to Mackenzie and Damon. “I want to apologize for pretending like I didn’t know who the two of you were. We wanted to surprise Parker.”

Damon grunts, his arm still around Mackenzie. “And who exactly are you to Parker?”

“Oh, Royce and Cormac—he’s the sexy man holding the beers—are my partners. Lovers. Boyfriends. Whatever you want to call them,” I tell them proudly, frowning when Damon and Mackenzie blanch at my words. “What’s wrong?”

“You could’ve told us you weren’t single before we went down on you in the limo,” Damon growls, looking beyond pissed.

Mackenzie looks at me, worry clear on her face. “I’m sorry, Park. We didn’t know.”

“What?” Shaking my head, I glance at Royce before turning back to them. “I think we need to start at the beginning, but based on what little I know, you’re here for all three of us. We sometimes bring others into our relationship. There’s no reason to apologize—unless you gave bad head?”

Royce chuckles. “That, they did not. Why don’t we all sit, and I’ll explain.”

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