Unfortunately, we almost always wound up at Club 83, and even though Max had been spending so much time at the apartment, I wasn't ready to see him when the rest of my brothers were there too. I was surprised none of them had brought it up already because last week, Matteo had stopped by to pick me up when my car was in the shop and Max answered the door. He was the worst at keeping secrets, so I'd expected the inquisition to start shortly after.
"If you didn't keep insisting on rounds of shots, maybe my liver wouldn't threaten to strike," Frankie quipped, reaching into the bin for a handful of silverware. He helped me set the tables, which was good because I was running behind after a long goodbye this morning. I still preferred working the lunch shift so I could get out of work at a decent hour, but man, it sucked leaving Max and Enzo behind. "Besides, they've got a band playing tonight that's supposed to be pretty good. Figured you were probably going out anyway."
"What makes you say that?" I asked, fumbling the water goblet I was setting on the table, nearly taking out the centerpiece.
"Because you always go to 83 on the weekends if you're not working," Frankie deadpanned, gaping at me like I'd grown a second head. "Seriously, what's gotten into you? You've been skittish all week, and now you're wondering why I'd assume you were heading to the bar you always hang out at because it's where your he's-not-my-boyfriend works."
"He's not," I insisted, but unlike the other times I'd adamantly denied our relationship, this time the words soured as they crossed my tongue. We still hadn't put any labels on what the three of us were doing, but when a guy practically moved into your place, had a basket of his laundry on the floor, and his toiletries on the sink in your bathroom, it was a relationship.
"Okay, glad we had this chat," Frankie scoffed, shaking his head. "So, you'll let Enzo know, and you guys will be there?"
"Yeah, we'll be there," I told him before shooing him out of the room. I needed time alone to come up with a plan for tonight. It would be the first test of our—fine, we were in a relationship—and I didn't want shit going sideways.
The most logical option would be for Enzo to lay low, but it felt like asking him to be our dirty little secret. That was something I could never ask of him. I'd say we all needed to play it cool, but it would raise just as many, if not more, questions.
Fuck. This was going to suck.
I just needed to make it through the lunch rush. If I bribed Matteo to do my side work, I could make it home before Max went into the club, and then the three of us could figure out the best solution.
With a plan in place, I let out a sigh and got back to work.
The traffic gods were on my side and I made it back to the apartment a little after three. I'd be footing the tab for both Matteo and Levi tonight, but it was worth it to get a little alone time with the guys before Max had to go to work.
Judging by the sounds coming from Enzo's bedroom, I'd gotten home a little too late. Given the way I'd reacted the morning I woke up on the living room floor, I'd expected to have issues with knowing they were together when I wasn't there, but it was amazing what clearing the air did for a guy's fragile ego. Walking in on Enzo choking on Max's cock that morning had been one of the hottest things ever. The only reason I hadn't whipped out my own dick and jerked off to their live-action porn was I worried it'd make Enzo uncomfortable. Since then, I'd learned Enzo had a bit of an exhibitionist streak in him.
I carefully set my keys on the counter and grabbed a water out of the fridge, chugging half the bottle before sneaking down the hall. The door wasn't fully closed, allowing me to hear Max's dirty mouth.
"That's it, Handsome. Suck that cock," he demanded. "Take all of it... Harder... Yeah, like that..."
I bit back a groan, leaning against the wall outside Enzo's room as I shoved a hand down my pants. I closed my eyes as I slowly stroked myself, wishing I could feel his mouth on me again. Max wasn't lying when he said Enzo gave great head. He knew exactly how to suck and tease, and even nip in just the right places to drive a guy crazy.
When I opened my eyes, Max was staring at me over Enzo's back. He didn't say a word, just winked as he tightened his grip in Enzo's hair, jerking his head for me to sneak into the room. As quietly as I could, not wanting to distract Enzo, I creeped into the room and leaned against the dresser for support.
Max pointedly looked at the bulge in my pants, nodding once. The meaning was clear. I lowered the zipper on my pants, staring into Max's crystalline eyes as I exposed myself to him. Max groaned and licked his lips then nodded again.
The few times we'd done this, Max had managed to control not only Enzo's actions, but mine without having to say a word to me. His eyes burned with desire as I played with the head of my cock. One jerk of his head and his gaze drifting lower told me he wanted me to tug on my sac. I bit down hard on my lip to keep from crying out at seeing Enzo across the room, gasping for breath.
"So close, Enzo," Max told him, keeping my brother's focus on him. "You want to take my load and Tony's today?"
Enzo nodded, unable to speak because his mouth was once again stuffed with Max's thick cock.
"You love knowing he's over there watching everything you do to me, don't you?"
Enzo nodded again.
"One of these nights, I'm going to choke you with my dick while he drills into my ass," Max said, as calmly as if he'd been asking about the weather. My balls drew up, ready to burst as my mind filled with visions of us spit-roasting Max.
Max tossed me a bottle of lube. "Get your ass over here. Can't leave Enzo out of the fun."
I approached the bed, waiting for him to tell me where he wanted me. It'd be a tight fit to slide under Enzo's body, but if that's what Max wanted, I'd find a way. Funny how when it was just the two of us, we'd often wrestle for control, but with Enzo in the mix, I easily deferred control to Max.
"Prep him," Max demanded. "Work your fingers into that ass because once I shoot down his throat, I'm going to fuck him with the dildo he doesn't realize I know he has in the nightstand while he sucks you."
Enzo moaned, arching his ass high, wiggling it, silently pleading for me to fill him. With my right hand, I flicked open the cap of the lube as I trailed my fingers over his spine, memorizing every ridge. This wouldn't have been half as hot as it was if not for Max watching me, curling up and forcing my hand to Enzo's ass. "Do it, Tony. Let me feel what you're doing to him. Make him cry around my dick."
"Fuck yeah." I spread Enzo's ass, dribbling lube down his crack before slowly pushing past his entrance. Enzo started rocking back and forth, impaling himself on my finger then sucking Max deeper. Max bucked up, chasing Enzo when he retreated, forcing him to stay filled on both ends. I ran a hand over his spine, gently pushing him back onto Max’s cock. "You're fucking beautiful like this, Enzo."
"Give him more," Max directed me. "Want that hole ready. Your brother's a filthy little slut, even likes his toys big and thick."
