“I’m not staying,” I say, jerking away from him. “Emmett failed to mention that you two would be here.”
“Have a heart, Sweet Peach.” Shepard chuckles, moving in for his own hug. “We just want to spend some time with you too.”
I quickly dodge him and pivot on my heel. “Adios.”
“Not so fast.” Beau latches onto my arm and promptly forces me into the booth. “Sit and be good.”
“What do you think you’re doing?” I shriek as he scoots in beside me.
His cohorts pile in on the opposite side, blocking all escape routes. The table is already laden with several pizzas, chicken wings, and pitchers of beer. My mouth waters, but I’m too pissed to even consider eating.
“You better let me out of this booth right now,” I demand through clenched teeth.
“Sorry, Sweet Peach,” Beau says, liberally shaking red pepper flakes onto a huge slice of pepperoni pizza. “That’s not going to happen.”
“You’re not going to eat?” Shepard asks, nodding at my empty plate.
“I’m not hungry,” I snarl at him.
He shrugs. “Suit yourself.”
“How’s your week going so far?” Emmett asks, sliding closer to me.
He can’t be serious. I purse my lips, refusing to engage in redundant small talk with the buffoon trio.
Beau sighs. “Look, we want to get to know you. The longer you sit there and act like a brat, the longer we’re going to be here.”
“I’m the brat?” I scoff, narrowing my eyes at him. “Says the man who turns into a brainless caveman whenever he doesn’t get his way. And why not just ask me on a date? That’s how normal people get to know each other.”
Emmett cocks a skeptical eyebrow. “You would’ve agreed to go on a date with us?”
“Well, no,” I answer truthfully. “I can’t date three men at the same time. It’s just wrong.”
“We’re consenting adults,” Shepard states, thoughtfully stroking his sexy-as-fuck beard. “How is it wrong?”
“It just is!” I exclaim in exasperation. “Anyway, how would marriage work? Having children too?”
I’m jumping the gun talking marriage and children, but I’m thirty-four years old goddamn it. I’m dating with a purpose.
“You’ll have our devotion and fidelity and any children conceived would be well loved,” Beau responds, tucking an errant curl behind my ear. “That’s what matters.”
I unconsciously lean into his touch, seeking his warmth.
“What’s ours would be yours,” Emmett adds with conviction. “A marriage certificate isn’t needed to make that happen.”
Shepard reaches across the table and grasps my hand. “You’ll be given everything you desire times three.”
“Three times the love. Three times the attention. Three times the orgasms,” Emmett remarks gruffly. “What woman wouldn’t want that?”
A woman who values her self-preservation. They talk a good game, but words don’t necessarily equate to actions.
“I just don’t know.” I sigh, rubbing my temples. “I need to think.”
“You agreed to be ours,” he reminds me.
“I can’t be held liable for what’s said during sex,” I nearly shout. “Andsexis all there is between us.
“We’re obsessed with your unicorn pussy,” Beau admits to me. “It’s tight and warm and you squirt like a geyser, but it’s about more than sex for us. All we’re asking for is the opportunity to show you.”
