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“Yes, we will wait for Enzo. For EnzoandLuna. Because I think this is it, baby. She is it for us. A lot will change if she joins us.”
Nodding, I consider that. The dynamic of our very complex relationship. Mateo is in charge of most things in our relationship. He is the head, the one who figures things out, makes sure we pay the bills and do laundry. Enzo is the backbone of the three of us. He protects us, he keeps us safe on and off assignments, and he handles any troubles that come up. I am the lighter of the three of us, I make them laugh, I makethem take time for themselves to go play golf or even play a video game. I let them indulge.
Being a little selfish anda lotpossessive, I do not play as well with others as they do. I love them both so deeply, so intensely that sometimes I am a little childish when we go play at the club. If we’re going there, it is for them to invite a woman or two to play with us. I will never deny them this, and sometimes it is fun for me to watch or even engage as well.
When I saw Luna on her knees last week at that wedding, I very much wanted to play. Having that sort of visceral response to a woman still has me off kilter. I want her beneath me, between the three of us, I want her to moan for them and come for all of us. I have been craving her ever since and it has made me realize how much I love both of my men.
“She is it, Mateo. I want her with us. It has been a week since we found her and... I cannot think of anything else. He needs her but we do too.’
“We do. Just those moments with her that night, her smart little mouth, those big eyes of hers. Jesus she is something else. Enzo was torturing himself that night at the club. He could not shake what she had him feeling.”
“Neither can I. We protect people all the time. It is what we do. With her, it was my first instinct. Wanted her out of those damn heels that were hurting her pretty feet. Hell, I wanted to rub and kiss those pretty feet.”
Chuckling, he nods as he leans back on my desk. “Remember she said she got fired? Man, I would love to find the prick who thought he had a right to let her go over a mistake. I think we might have our work cut out for us. Our pretty little Luna might be a handful of trouble.”
“We can handle trouble, baby. It is what we do.”
“What trouble?” A new voice enters the conversation and Iturn, seeing Enzo sauntering into the office.
“Luna will be trouble. Sweet, sexy, so-worth it trouble.”
Enzo’s handsome face lights up, his light eyes sparkling at the mention of our girl. Well, she is notourgirl.Not yet. She will be. We will see to it. We will hunt the pretty little mess down if we have to. There is nothing and no one that can keep us from her. We prefer she comes to us, at Club Sin.
There, we can play together, we can show her what we’re about. All the things we love to do to each other, with each other. The things we all want to doto her. We can adore her perfect, curvy body and make her come until she is spent. Out of the bedroom, we can protect her, we can cherish and spoil her the way she deserves.
Between the three of us, there is so much love, so much affection. We want to give it to her now too, even though we just met her. What we have is special. It is strong enough to share with another. There is nothing we won’t do for one another. We would kill for each other. Die for each other. We will do the same, anything and everything, for our dream girl.
Lunna just has to come play with us at Club Sin.
Chapter Four
Luna
Curiosity killed the cat. What if curiosity turned a kitten on?
Sprawled across a lumpy hotel bed, I am stewing in my curiosity. It is too hot for this. It is sweltering in this tiny hotel room, my bra and panties sticking to my skin. Rolling on my back to be closer to the weak air conditioner barely blowing out cool air, I sigh.
Clutching the black card in my hand, I sigh. Why can’t I shake this off? Why do I want to see those guys again? Am I considering going to this club to do...whatever it is they do at a place called Club Sin? Closing my eyes, I see all three of them in front of me, just as they stood last week. Based on the immediate reaction that shudders through my body, I decide yeah. I am most definitely considering going to their room at this elusive club.
“Hercules...mama might go be a bad kitten,” I announce to the ball of orange and white fluff sitting beside me purring.
After meeting Enzo, Mateo, and Tomas that night at the wedding, I’ve not been able to stop thinking about them. As I joked that night, I got fired. Not that it was ever my dream to be a waitress. Nothing wrong with someone who does it for a living—I am just a damn mess at it. Just that night, I spilled hors d'oeuvres, busted a case of champagne, and lost that tray.
I am far too accident prone to be handling folks’ food. Thankfully I made enough tips that night, plus what meager savings I had, to get a hotel room for a week. With my time ticking down on a place to stay, I am afraid I might have to swallow my pride and go home to my father. He wrote me off almost a year ago. I have been bouncing from place to place, jobto job, internship to failed internship.
“We do not want to go home,” I inform Hercules as he climbs on my chest, nestling in my boobs. “Our father is...difficult to live with. If I go back that means he wins, I lose. I am not about to let the patriarchy win. Or whatever a strong, capable woman would say if in this same situation.”
Sighing, I pluck the card up once again, turning it over in my fingers. Club Sin. It sounds decadent. Even the card with its stamped logo and thick cardstock with elegant printing is decadent. Before I was cast out of the posh world I grew up in, I heard about these sorts of clubs. Places important people who have specific.... kinks can go to indulge in private.
Pushing to my feet, I pace the small space of the hotel room. Pizza boxes and Chinese takeout boxes are stacked neatly on a table in the corner. Two big boxes sit tucked beneath, holding all I cherish in the world. My clothes hang in the tiny closet and fill the small chest of drawers. This is not where I thought I would be at twenty-two years old. I figured I would be taking the world by storm—I have just yet to find my element
“It might be three beautiful men doing dirty things at a hot club.”
This is said to the mirror, as if I can talk myself into going. They invited me to go. To go to their room and let them do whatever it is they want to do to me. Since they first found me knelt on the floor in a mess of my own making, I have fantasized about what they could do to me. How their big hands and big bodies would hold me, touch me, tease me, and take me.
Feeling a pulse between my thighs, I nod at myself in the mirror. “Yeah, I am going. Live while we’re alive, I guess right, Herc?”
Taking a hot shower that turns cold too soon, I get ready to go find some trouble that comes in three big, beautiful men. Taking time with my hair and makeup, I curl my dark locks andline my lips in a candy red. I choose a slinky gold chainmail dress I wore once at a NYE party. It is too short, barely covering my plump backside, dips very low in the front, and has slits at each hip. It is less fabric than a winter scarf, but it is hot.
