And now, I had to admit to what an idiot I'd been when I moved in with him. I worried my lip between my teeth as I picked at the napkin Tony had laid out for me. Fuck, this was harder to say than I'd thought.
"We had a gentlemen's agreement," I admitted. Tony scoffed. "Yeah, I know, kind of hard to have that type of arrangement with a bag of dicks, but in my defense, I didn't know what a waste of flesh he was when I first looked at the place."
"So, what does it mean for you now?" Tony slid a hand over my knee, giving me a gentle squeeze. It was his own little way of telling me he'd be there for me no matter what, and I felt tears stinging my eyes at the sincerity even though he hadn't spoken the words.
"It means I'm fucked," I admitted, pounding my fist against the counter because I couldn't believe what an idiot I'd been. "All my shit's in the back of the truck. I didn't sleep last night, because once he told me I needed to make plans to get my shit and get out, I didn't want to leave. I didn’t trust him not to decide he'd been more than patient with me and throw my stuff out by the dumpster."
"Babe, you're not fucked." God, how I wished I truly believed Tony's words. "You're already practically living here, so we'll unpack the truck and find space for you. Hell, we can probably toss your boxes into Enzo's room since he's never in there anyway."
"No. You arenotdoing this, Tony." I loved him for jumping to my rescue, but no way in hell was he going to make this decision for all of us. It was too soon for me to move in. While I'd been working to make time for Tony and Enzo both individually and all of us together, our relationship was still too new, too fragile to add the extra stress of cohabitating.
"What in the hell did I do this time?" Tony's brow furrowed, and I could practically see him replaying the last bits of our conversation. Without a word, he snatched his phone off the counter and tapped out a message as he stormed down the hall. A door banged off the wall, probably the bedroom. I cringed when I realized I was right. "Get your ass up. Family meeting time in the kitchen."
If I wasn't so annoyed by him trying to steamroll this situation, I'd have laughed about him declaring a "family meeting" between the three of us. I'd been around the Marino family enough by this point to understand that was code for “shit's hitting the fan and you need to get your ass here now.”
"You seriously woke him for this?" I shook my head, annoyed because he knew I didn't like waking Enzo before he was ready. The man was a restless sleeper, so he needed all the peace he could get. My drama didn't warrant the disruption.
"Hell yes, I woke him up. If you're not going to take my word for it, you're going to deal with the two of us ganging up on you." He crossed his arms over his chest and smirked. "Big mistake on your part because we have over twenty years of joint manipulation under our belts. You might as well start hauling boxes up now."
"Boxes? What's going on?" Enzo's T-shirt lifted enough to show a patch of olive skin with a dark trail of hair leading below his waistband. He zombie-shuffled into the kitchen, fumbling to open the tea wrapper. Tony pushed him toward me and took over tea duty. Enzo curled into my side, resting his head on my shoulder. "Missed you last night. Didn't sleep for shit because you weren't here. Everything better?"
"Everything'snotbetter," Tony answered before I could even draw a breath. "Max has a disease infested dickbag for a roommate, or he did until the asshole decided it was time for Max to pack up and leave."
"You can bring your stuff here," Enzo suggested. "It'll be a tight fit for all of us, but with as much as you're already here, it makes more sense if you're paying rent on the place you're living, not just where your stuff is."
"That's what I said!" Tony threw his hands in the air then glared at me for not immediately shutting Enzo down the way I had him. To his mind, I doubted there was any difference in the two suggestions, but there was. "I told him he wasn't fucked, that we'd find space for him. We could put the boxes in your room for now because you're never in there as it is."
Enzo let out a long sigh, shaking his head. His stool scraped across the tile as he pulled it closer to mine and sat, still leaning against me. "You said it just like that, didn't you?"
Tony gaped at his brother, his face completely devoid of comprehension. Heseriouslycouldn't figure out where he'd misstepped. It was a damn good thing he was pretty and fucked like a champ.
Luckily, it seemed Enzo was used to having to explain things to Tony. "Let me guess, Max got annoyed and scolded you for being a dolt?" Tony shrugged. "Man, think about what you said. First, you told the guy who's already pretty much living with us and shares a bed with us every night we'd find room for him when we already have. Stuff is secondary. But then, you made it even worse by basically suggesting he and I could share one bedroom."
"Well yeah, because we're already sleeping in my room and there's not room for all of our stuff in there," Tony tried to explain, but pursed his lips when he realized he was close to digging an even deeper hole. Enzo and I both chuckled when Tony's eyes went wide,finallyunderstanding how his suggestion sounded. "Fuck, you guys! That's not what I meant at all. What I meant is what Enzo said."
He rounded the end of the breakfast bar, handing Enzo his steeped mug of tea before pushing his way in between us, wrapping one arm around each of our waists. "Babe, Iwantyou here. And I know that's probably one of those things I thought but never said to you, but I like the idea of your stuff being here too. I know you probably think it's too soon for a step like this, but if you think about it, you and I have been together for months now. That's not moving too fast at all. And the three of us have been sleeping in the same bed for almost two months now. We've had our problems, but we've proven we're able to work through them too."
"See, if you'd started off with that—" Tony cut off my statement by spinning the chair around and forcing his tongue into my mouth. His hands slid under the hem of my shirt, kneading the muscles in my back as he deepened the kiss.
I felt another hand slide over my ass, this one belonging to Enzo. I moaned, rocking slowly into his touch. My men.Mymen. Mine. Possession was on an endless loop in my mind as Enzo and Tony pawed at my flesh.
"Bedroom. Now," I demanded, nearly toppling the stool when I pushed it away from the counter.
"Thank fuck," Tony muttered, dragging Enzo behind him. I watched them, taking a few steadying breaths, hoping like hell this wouldn't come back to bite all of us in the ass.
I'd always said we'd know when the time was right, and this morning felt like our moment. Everything on the other side of the door ceased to exist. Enzo yelped, snapping me out of my haze and into motion.
Rather than rushing into the bedroom, I leaned against the door frame, watching as the brothers wrestled around on the mattress. Every few seconds, Tony pulled back, watching Enzo's reactions for any sign of uncertainty. Enzo would say something quietly enough I couldn't hear, and Tony would start grappling again, bending down to kiss whatever part of Enzo's skin was within reach of his mouth.
Finally, I couldn't wait a second longer and pushed away from the door, stripping as I crossed the room. "Room in that bed for one more?"
The guys looked up at me. Enzo blushed as if he were a child who had just been caught doing something wrong, but Tony's gaze was filled with unadulterated lust. His pupils were already blown as he started humping the bed.
"You still good, Enzo?" I asked, forcing my way between them. This was it; the moment that would change the course of the future no matter if we realized a triad was too much work or grew old wrapped in one another's arms.
"I will be as soon as the two of you quit acting like I'm going to lose my shit," he scolded us, narrowing his eyes first on his brother then turning the glare to me. "If I'd had my way, we'd have done this a while ago. The way both of you keep asking ifI'msure, maybe I should be asking you the same question."
"Fair point," I replied, sliding my fingers through his hair before leaning down for a tender, chaste kiss. "For the record, I am definitely on board."
