Page 5 of Room One Twenty Eight
Even if I am working on both, I can’t deny I have made little progress. I have been spoiled for a long time, so I tend to be a little...grumpy if things do not go my way. I am grumpier than normal now. Sitting at the desk across from Mateo, I don’t even try to hide my pout.
Mateo laughs, shaking his head as he sips his coffee. He will indulge me a little I see. It is too early to be up, but we have always kept odd hours. Being a bodyguard for the rich and dangerous doesn’t lend itself to a basic nine-to-five schedule. We were up late last night so starting early today is one reason for my sour mood. The other...is surprising to me.
“She will come to the club, baby,” Mateo tells me without having to ask what is bothering me besides lack of beauty sleep.
“Why do I want her to come so bad? We spent twenty minutes with her that night. We played without her, and it was good.”
“Was it goodenough, Tomas? Twenty minutes or twenty hours doesn’t matter. We knew within ten seconds that we were meant to be together. Just like we knew Enzo was going to be with us. Luna is no different. Just happens to be the first woman to have you twisted up.”
Flushing at his words because yes, I am twisted up, I nod. We met Luna over a week ago at Nico’s wedding. That beautiful mess has been on my mind ever since. There is just something about her. Something there that has kept me thinking about her ever since. Which is new for me since I have never bothered much with women.
There was never a question for me about my preference formen. I was always drawn to big, bold men. If I was meant to feel shame or guilt over wanting men, I got lucky because I never did. It is just who I am. I still want children, a partner, a home that we call ours, I just want it with a man.
Well, I want it with two men. Mateo and I were hooking up weeks after we met at training camp as lost little boys. We were drawn to each other from the start, he is the strongest, kindest, sweetest man I have ever known. I never thought we would need something more—until we met Enzo.
Thinking about him, I recall the first time we met. It was on our first mission as part of a new unit, led by Nico. Our first night was spent in a hot, drenched jungle in South America. Enzo found us in the darkness. We could not be out about our relationship, but it was no secret. He knew we were together, and it intrigued him enough to want to try it out.
In the heat of that dark jungle, we tried everything together. Not just making love or even raw, feral fucking. We shared a lot more than orgasms. Night after night, we came together, the three of us, hungry for each other, needy for what we shared together in the darkness. After those nights in the Jungle, the three of us were inseparable.
Being with them is the best thing to ever happen to me. I can be a little greedy with their affection and attention, yes. I sometimes throw a fit after we go to the club if I am jealous of whoever they chose to join us in our room. Now I want to add another person, as greedy as that may be.
“Am I being greedy? We have everything together, don’t we? How could we want for more?”
“Who cares if we want to be greedy? This is our life. We live it however we choose to, baby. We want each other, we want Enzo. Now we want Luna. He needs her more than we do, we both know that.”
Sighing, I nod as I glance over at Enzo’s empty desk. I fellin love with Mateo fast and hard. He was the first man I actually gave a damn about. Before him I had some casual hook ups with guys trying out being gay. It was never casual or us trying something on. We knew from the start what it was. He was it for me and I was it for him. Then Enzo strolled in one day and I realized I had more room in my heart than I ever thought I could.
Enzo is strong, tough, and a little harder to get close to than Mateo. Yet he loves me and Mateo so deeply, so hard, that he doesn’t question the bond we share. It’s not less than what we share with Enzo. Just different. He is with us because he loves us—but his preference before us was women.
“He needs her. I saw it. I felt it that night. He needs her the way I need you. I could never go without either of you but...he would have let us beusif we had not wanted hm the way we do. Would have tried us out the way Nico did,” I chuckle at the memory of one hot, filthy night with our other partner.
Nico brought us all together after we left the military. Well, we were stilltogetherbut he put together the Pack, as we call our security services. Nico was a wild card back then. Angry and alone, he came to us one night in need and we took care of one another. Once he found Nova it was over.
Seeing them together as they celebrated their vows, their promise of forever together was beautiful. One day we will do the same, the three of us. Or, rather, thefourof us—once we get Luna on board. Because Enzo loves us and we love him—but just as Nico did, he needs something more.
We’ve been playing at Club Sin for a long time, but we want someone to bring home. A woman who will fit with us, who will be what Enzo and Mateo need. I fulfill most of their needs, but they need more. At the club we invite a woman to our room to play when we need one. This is different.
Enzo wants Luna to play with us at the club—and comehome with us.
“Yeah, I felt it too. Enzo has never been wound up that way before. That night at the club he was...on edge.”
Nodding as I recall us playing that night, I agree. They chose a woman we have played with before, but things were off. We all share a similar kink, a sexual preference. I crave their praise, being a little submissive to them, and they need control. Mateo demands it in the bedroom. That night, it was Enzo in charge, him making the demands, running the way we played.
Enzo was aggressive, almost feral as he punished the woman they chose. It was the hottest I have ever seen him. After some aftercare for our playmate, he was different. Cold. Shut off. Because he had been punishing her not for the pleasure of it, not for how hot it made us but because she was not Luna. Enzo was cravingher, not just another random woman.
“We have to find her, baby,” I declare as I sit up, pulling up the site I was doing my best to avoid. In our line of work, we have ways of finding people. Even ones who don’t want to be found. We’re damn good at what we do. Finding Luna ought to be simple enough.
“Yeah, we do. It might be nothing,” Mateo says without conviction as he comes to watch me work. With just a few clicks I pull up some records about Luna. Birth certificate. Job history. Address history. Breadcrumbs on our quest to find the girl who got away. “Might be something. We have to find out for ourselves. For him. I want him to have everything he wants.”
“So do I. Besides,” I swallow hard as I pull up a photo of Luna from some social media site. God, she is something else. Curvier than hell with big, caramel brown doe eyes and pouty full lips that make my dick jerk. “I think she is it. She will fit. I never...there’s never been a woman before that all three of us wanted at the same time. This one.... damn, I want her formyself,” I laugh as I palm my hard cock, smirking up at Mateo.
Grinning, he shakes his head as his gaze drops to watch my hand. I playfully stroke myself, watching his eyes darken. His big body presses closer to mine, his sweet, smoky scent filling my lungs. God, he’s sexy. Big and hard all over, those dark eyes of his flashing with hunger. He is sexy and he is mine. I grunt when his hand joins my own, working me slowly. He tugs my head back, sealing his mouth to mine in a brutal, wet kiss.
Just as we start to get lost in one another, his hand going for my zipper, I stop. I taste him...with the slightest hint of Enzo. It sends a shock of guilt through me. Mateo and I can be selfish with one another. It is unfair to Enzo. We were together first, but we wanted him to join us, to be part of what we have. Which means we’re in this together and need to act like it.
“We wait for Enzo. Tonight, we will go find our girl. Invite her to the club again, see if this can work for her. Until then...we wait for him.”
Mateo blinks at me before his eyes change. They soften, his smile sweet as he pats my shaft gently. Pride is in his eyes, and I swear my chest puffs out as I beam up at him. I drown in their praise when we make love or even when we’re working an assignment together. It is part of how we work, how we play in the bedroom and out of it.
