"Not sure," I admit and push my plate away from me. "I'm not sure about this." Gesturing to the three ofus, I test to see if they can have a real conversation aboutus.Because goddamn it, I think there's potential for there to be something here.
"Tell us what you're thinking," Nate encourages me with a small nod.He wants to hear my thoughts.
Studying his manly features, I try really hard to be honest. "I'm torn between thinking this is just super hot and that the only thing we have is a sexy spark..."
"But?" Ellis prompts me. He leans forward, and I shit you not, the soft look in his eyes confuses me. Why does it seem like he actually cares?
"But this." I now gesture to the table and our comfortable setting. "It's not just that I want to bend Ellis over the table and show him my dominant side while you, Nate, stuff his bratty mouth."
Ellis groans and takes a sip of his beer to cool off. Nate laughs, making me smile and realize how easy this feels.
"It's not just the attraction. Talking to you both, hanging out, being in your presence is...nice."
"Hear that, babe? We're nice," Ellis mocks, smirking at Nate who rolls his eyes.
"Fuck off," I huff and nudge him with my foot beneath the table.
"Careful," Ellis teases. "You know I'll crawl down there and make sure you don't kick me."
Before I can come up with a retort, Nate steers us back in the right direction. "We feel the same way, Jamie. We've been looking for our third for a long time, and you've come as a surprise to us as well. So what's holding you back?"
"Or who?" Ellis chimes in, with his eyebrows raised. "We're not blind. I can see the hurt every time you smile and the guilt every time a dirty thought crosses your mind. Does someone already have your heart? And would we like them?"
I frown as the image of all four of us together flashes through my mind and sends blood rushing to my cock. "I don't know. I can't even get her to commit to me."
"Well, I'd like to meet her," Ellis states seriously just as my phone begins to vibrate in the pocket beside Nate's firm grip.
My stomach swoops when Nate doesn't release me as I dig my cell phone out. They watch, making me feel warm.
Nate is so damn intense it's easy to get sucked into his unreadable gaze. "You gonna answer that?" he rumbles, nodding at my hand.
I jolt and answer the call without looking at the screen. "Hello?" Jesus, my voice is so deep and rumbly you'd think I was about to get my dick sucked again.
"Jamie, where the fuck are you? Open the door right now."
Immediately my palms begin to sweat, and my back straightens. "Bash?"
"Who the fuck else?! Open the door. NOW!"
Bash is an MC brother who's on rotation keeping an eye on Violet when she's in town. The club never contacts me, and they aren't supposed to unless there's a concern about V.
As fast and loud as the crack of a whip, I'm out of my chair and rushing for the restaurant door. Nate'sshouting behind me, and Ellis accompanies him. I have no time or fucking ability to give them my attention when I have Bash demanding things of me sounding scared.
"I'll be there in five. What's going on?" My chest is tight, but my voice is calm. How? I have no idea because on the inside I'm freaking the fuck out.
Bash curses, and there's some shuffling. "Violet's hurt."
Throwing myself into my car, I'm peeling out of the parking lot with Nate and Ellis on my ass. With Bash on speakerphone as I speed through Detroit, I beg for more information. "What happened?! SHE'S HURT?!"
Bash grunts. "Unconscious. Breathing’s a bit rough, but otherwise she seems fine."
"FINE?!" I shout, narrowly missing a fire hydrant.
The shuffling coming from Bash's side of the phone call pisses me off. I should be there. I should know what's happening. Violet shouldn'tmaybebe fine.FUCK!
"She has a big jacket on. It's ripped a bit, but I can't tell if there's any damage beyond the fact that she was passed out when I chased the guy off."
"Chased who off?! What happened?"
