A few minutes later, Enzo returned from the bar, a glass of water in each hand. He set both down in front of Tony and slid onto the stool next to his twin. Now that Tony had told me his assumptions about Enzo, it was impossible to look at the two of them together without wondering if even one night shared with the two of them was a possibility.
Eli snuck up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. "Am I paying you to work, or am I paying you to make out with your boy toy?"
"Last I checked, you weren't paying me anything for tonight. Wasn't that part of the deal? I lost the bet, so I had to donate my time and take part in the show?" It was hard to tell if Eli was genuinely pissed off at me or not, but I was most definitely irritated with him. Club 83 was officially the last place I wanted to be right then.
Chapter Three
Max
GettingTony out of the bar proved to be a bit of a challenge. He hadn't quit drinking like he said he would. By the time I was cleared to take off, he'd drank the two glasses of water Enzo brought for him, but he'd also downed a few shots with his brothers and their partners to celebrate Peter's first win for his impersonation of Gwen Stefani. If he kept working on his act, I had no doubt it'd be the first of many such celebrations.
"You about ready?" I whispered in Tony's ear once I caught up with him. He spun around on his stool, reaching down to adjust himself as he checked me out. I was a wreck, but he didn't seem to mind one bit. The wig and costume were gone, but I hadn't been prepared for the adventure of trying to take off pounds of makeup and get the glue out of my eyebrows. Hopefully Tony had something strong enough at his place to cut through the layers, otherwise my face would be smeared all over his pillow case by morning.
"Yeah, just let me get my keys," he said, shoving his hand into the front pocket of his jeans. His attempt at twirling the key ring around his finger failed, and I swiped up the keys before he could.
"You're not driving anywhere tonight," I told him, narrowing my eyes slightly, daring him to argue with me. I was a trained professional; I'd fought and won against more drunks than I could count.
"I can't leave my car here," Tony argued, his words slurred together.
"Then I'll leave mine, and you can bring me back in the morning," I offered. This wasn't an unsafe neighborhood, but if one of our vehicles spent the night in the parking lot, people would be much less likely to fuck with a rusted, base model Ford Ranger than his Dodge Challenger. That car was his baby, and if not for his blood alcohol content, there was no way he'd let me drive it. Tony scowled at me, and I laughed. "You can glare at me all you want, it won't work. And so help me, if you even think about sticking out your bottom lip or making puppy dog eyes at me, I'll throw you over my knee in the middle of this bar and get everyone to count while I spank your ass."
"Kinky fucker," Tony teased, running his hand down my chest before cupping my cock. "I guess I'd better be a good boy then."
The way he emphasized “good boy” was probably meant to sound sexy, but it was nearly comical. Both of us enjoyed a little slap and tickle every now and then, but nothing more. Not that I wasn't interested in it, but I wasn't sure he would be. And we weren't going to discuss anything like that when he was drunk off his ass.
"What you'd better do is remember this is Max’s work, the bar where you like to hang out every night you can, and everyone who matters will remember everything you do tonight, whether you do or not," Enzo warned him.
Tony glared at his brother before pulling him into a tight hug. "Thanks, man, you've always got my back."
"Someone has to." He started leading Tony toward the entrance, jerking his head, motioning for me to follow.
The street was far from quiet, but once we were outside, it took a minute for Tony's brain to catch up to the fact he didn't need to yell to be heard over the music we'd left behind. "You're really spending the night tonight? Like all night?"
"That was the plan," I told him, tossing the keys to Enzo because it would be easier for me to lead Tony to the car than him. Or at least that was the story I told myself. In reality, I couldn't take much more of watching Tony list to the side and Enzo righting him. Every time he did, Tony nuzzled his face into his brother's neck, thanking him for being the best brother. It could've been completely innocent, but since he'd brought up the idea of the three of us fucking around, all it did was shove my libido into overdrive.
Maybe it was a horrible idea to even think about pushing their boundaries tonight when Tony had been drinking, but it could just as easily be for the best. Tonight, his mind was dulled just enough he wouldn't be obsessing over the reasons it was wrong for him to fuck me while I fucked his twin. He wouldn't freak out if there was incidental contact between the two of them.
Together, we managed to pour Tony into the back seat, and Enzo sat next to me. Not part of my ill-formed plan, but it worked well. If I was going to do this, I'd feel better if I felt up—out, not up, you perv—Enzo to make sure he'd be into it. Otherwise, everything could easily go to shit, and we'd never recover.
The problem was, how did you start a conversation like the one I felt needed to happen?"Hey, so your brother says he thinks you're into the idea of fucking around with me while I fuck around with him..."Yeah, that wasn't happening."So, if I told you I can't stop thinking about fucking one of you while the other fucks me, what would you say?"That was even worse."They say twins share everything. I'm wondering how true that is..."Ugh. I should just sit here and focus on driving the damn car.
"Are you and Tony together now or what?" Enzo asked, his head lolling to the side so he can look at me. Seemed Tony might not be the only Marino brother who was feeling no pain. But he was still in the tipsy range, as opposed to Tony, who was snoring in the back seat.
"Tony and I are...complicated," I told him, wincing because it sounded so damn cliché. "We have fun together, but we're not exclusive or anything. What about you? Anyone special in your life?"
Enzo glanced over his shoulder, quickly turning back to the front seat. His silence spoke volumes, as did the slow sigh. "No, I keep busy enough with work I don't really have time for much else."
"That's a damn shame." Taking a chance, I reached over and squeezed his knee. "You can't work yourself to death."
"Not like there's a lot of prospects on the table right now anyway." He snorted as if something funny had just crossed his mind.
"That can't be true," I argued. "You're a good-looking guy with a sense of humor. What's not to love?"
"Can we just drop it?" Enzo let out a huff before twisting in his seat so he could stare out the window. I could drop it, but I didn't want to. I wanted to find out what secrets Enzo kept and, if my growing assumption was correct, show him not everyone would judge him for what he wanted.
Tony's snores were the only noise in the car for a while. It spoke volumes that I didn't need to ask directions to their place. More often than not, I wound up following Tony home after I closed down the bar because my place was off-limits.
"Hey, I'm sorry if I touched a nerve back there," I apologized when I couldn't take the silence any longer.
