Suddenly, the curtains pulled back, and I turned, about to bash this fuckers head in when I saw it was Duce. “I didn’t mean for it to take so long, but it got a little crazy after some fanged fuck went a little blood crazy, and I had to help get him under control.” He ran his hand through his hair, exhaustion clear on his face, before he noticed I was covering someone.
“Oh! It looks like I don't need to apologize. You found your own kind of entertainment, I see.” I watched as the tiredness melted off his face, and he put on his pretty boy charm. “I'm kind of surprised. You never mix business and pleasure, but it's about damn time, man!” He looked out of the booth for a second before continuing, “If you help me find my glass-filled cupcake, then we can-”
“I'm right here, Pumpkin.” She popped her head up, resting her chin on my shoulder with a smile. Duce’s eyes doubled in size, and a seed of guilt started to grow before she said, “I can definitely go with you.”
I watched as she looked him up and down, biting her lip as her eyes filled with hunger again. “I think all three of us could have a good time tonight. What do you say?”
Chapter 5
WhenIheardPumpkin'svoice, I pulled my skirt down and straightened myself out as Bricks covered me. As soon as I heard him talking about finding me, I knew Bricks was in a hard spot between his chosen brother and me. I could feel it from him. I could feel the vibrations of guilt starting, and I knew I needed to put a stop to it. We did nothing wrong.
I put my head on his shoulder, mainly to comfort him, but as soon as my eyes locked onto Pumpkin, my heart began to beat faster as I remembered that searing see-you-later kiss, and I realized that I didn't want to give him up.
I have always been a very sexual person. I have had many lovers over the years and even a few crazy nights with multiple men, but I made sure to make it a one-and-done situation. My job was my priority, and I didn’t need to complicate it.
I would be lying if I said I didn't feel this magnetic pull between each of these men, something that I have never felt before, and it was more than just sexual. It was something I never truly had before; it was comfortability.
Being a siren, you are taught at an early age the reason we as a group retreated to a lonely, far-off, cloaked island is that our powers were highly sought after by the supernatural community. A while back, there were a lot of problems with sirens and their families being kidnapped and kept as slaves to do others’ bidding. My great-great-great grandmother was the one that rallied the sirens and escaped to the island, making sure it wasn’t available to any outsiders. Soon after, most sirens, or those with siren blood, died off on the mainland and became a kind of myth, even though we are definitely real. Only some of the really older generations remember sirens.
For these reasons, coming to the mainland was a hard choice for me. I had to be careful, fly under the radar, and make sure no one alive knew what I could do. Working for the CIA helped, and Ken always erased me from databases and cameras, but still, I don't trust anyone easily. That's why it was so odd to feel so comfortable with these two.
After I proposed that we make this a Celine sandwich, I figured one of them would back off or even flat-out refuse, maybe call me some mean names and leave. As soon as I said it, I tried to prepare myself for anything. I didn’t count on Brick’s hands to furiously fly, signing away to Pumpkin.
I noticed that I couldn't really get an easy read of what he was saying, and it was only then I connected the dots to realize that when he really felt something deeply or a lot, those were the times that his words or feelings would come out crystal clear. It was good to know since he was the only one that had ever happened with.
I watched Pumpkins' gorgeous face quickly turn from shocked to something downright fearsome as his breathing grew deeper the angrier he got. His shoulders bulked up by the second, and his eyes flashed for a second, his wolf coming out in his eyes as they flicked to me. Most people would find that intimidating, even scary as they were full of controlled rage, but I found I liked it.
As soon as Bricks was done, he looked at me. “You don't need to worry. We’re going to get you out of here and take you home. We will figure out the rest there, okay?”
That seemed like a good idea to me. I could use their scent to get rid of any lingering whiffs that crazy vampire might get if he comes back to try and investigate. You never know how long a bloodlust will take over or to what lengths they will go to follow the blood they crave. I nodded and saluted him like a soldier, and the side of his mouth tipped up as a small bit of laughter entered his eyes.
Plus, maybe I could spend the night with these guys, which wouldn't be a hardship, and get a double dose of their scent on me to cover my tracks while I get out of town and back to HQ. That sounded like the best plan, and I could get a couple of orgasms out of it. Double win.
Bricks got up off his knees and pulled me up to stand straight. I looked up at him. "Thanks, Mountain Man.” An adorable shade of red brushed against his cheeks before he nodded and looked away.
As if Pumpkin didn't want to be left out, he said, “How about you go first, and then Cupcake can follow, with me in the rear.” A salacious smile took over his face before he looked at Bricks. “Damn am I glad that you wanted to park in the back. I thought you were being paranoid, but it looks like we needed a fast escape anyways.” He winked at me, and I bowed just my head in thanks.
Bricks and I shuffled towards the curtain as Pumpkin opened a slit and peered out, waving us forward. “Looks like it’s clear, but we should still take precautions,” he said just as Bricks broke from the booth, and Pumpkin scooped me up in his arms, wrapping my legs around him.
“Pumpkin! This skirt doesn’t allow for this kind of play in public.” I tried to bend backwards to cover my ass cheeks that were most definitely peeking out of the short, leather, hip-hugging skirt.
I felt his hot breath against my neck as his hands lifted mine and put them around his shoulders. “I got your cheeks covered, Cupcake.” His large, rough, calloused palms covered both ass cheeks as he let out a low moan in my ear. “See. Your cheeks perfectly fill my hands. No one can see anything. I won’t allow them to.”
I chuckled as I settled down into him, liking the feel of his hands on me far too much. Bricks poked his head back in, his vibes agitated before he saw us.
What the hell is taking so-
I felt Pumpkin’s smile in his voice as his hands dug in further, and he felt the absence of underwear. “Oh, shit, Cupcake, are you not wearing any underwear?”
I shuddered as he ran a single finger along my slit, and I said in a breathless but accusatory voice, “Bricks tore them.” Even with my back to him, I could feel the mountain man’s smugness.
You liked it.
I giggled against Pumpkin’s neck as I mumbled, “Yes. Yes, I did, Mountain Man.”
“Are you still talking to me?” Pumpkin asked, confused.
“No. Bricks. I can explain it later, but I do think we should get going.” I laid a light kiss on his neck and felt him dig his fingers into my plump cheeks.
