I have history with these three that Drew and I don’t. But Drew has something none of them do. Newness. There’s no preconceived notions of how I’ll react to something. He didn’t wipe away tears when I fell. Or threaten to kick my boyfriend’s ass if they screwed me over.
He’s not best friends with Tom.
He wants to date me. Something none of the others have mentioned. Yes, we all want to fuck each other, but there’s more to it, if I’m being honest with myself. This is fun, but my heart is already bruised from Wyatt’s lack of attention for years. These guys have hurt me before. Who’s to say they won’t hurt me again?
“What do you want to experiment with first, princess?” Drew’s fingers lightly caress my pussy beneath the table.
My pulse quickens. I bite my lip, trying to think of what I want to do first with these four guys. I take a few bites of pasta, aware that nothing will happen until I finish my lunch, unless Drew stops teasing me with light caresses and really touches me.
“I’m willing to direct if you need me to, pip.”
Dante’s smile makes my toes curl, remembering how he controlled me while I fucked myself. His dark words in my ears as he took me over the edge. I could get behind that again.
I wet my lips and take a drink. They watch me expectantly, letting me lead if I want. I could be the one in charge, commanding these men to pleasure me. Right now, I don’t want to be in control. I don’t want to think at all.
“I’d like that.” Heat fills my belly at Dante’s smirk.
“Good girl.” Oof, that makes me want to do more than curl up on his lap. He was hard when I sat on him earlier. His smile relaxed as we talked quietly.
I love how he checked in with me. Asking the questions that I’m not sure the others would. How I’m feeling about this? If I want to stop? If I need a break or some time to myself to examine what’s happening?
He takes care of me, knowing when I need him close and acknowledging when I need space. My heart squeezes a little as his eyes collide with mine.
“Any word on Tom?” Drew’s hand settles back on my thigh.
“Nothing.” Wyatt leans back in his chair. “Whatever he’s hiding from, he’s doing a damned good job of it.”
“What about the client he was working with?” I rest my head on Drew’s shoulder. “Someone else in the office has to have done some work on it. Tom doesn’t usually do everything himself.”
“Beth’s been on a cruise this whole week and impossible to reach. She’s Tom’s senior accountant.” Dante taps his fork on his container. “She should be back Monday.”
I make a mental note to seek out this Beth in the office. “There just aren’t a lot of clues.”
“No, there aren’t.” Finn shakes his head. “I’ve gone through all his digital files, but nothing. Whatever he has on these clients he must have taken with him.”
I set my fork down and lean forward with my elbows on the table. Tom left of his own free will, but something drove him to it. My stomach churns and my hands feel clammy. “Do you think he’s really in trouble this time?”
“It’s possible.” Wyatt leans in. “But Tom’s smart. If he’s off the grid, there’s a reason for it and he won’t come home until it’s safe.”
“If he truly thought you were in danger, pip, he would have taken you with him.” Dante stands to clean up our lunch.
Maybe. Maybe what Tom’s hiding from isn’t major. Maybe the person who broke into our townhouse just wanted to frighten me into contacting Tom. Maybe the guy I thought was watching me was just a figment of my overactive imagination.
“He’ll be okay, flower.” Finn’s hand touches mine. His green eyes are soothing. “He wouldn’t want you to worry.”
I nod, feeling bad about enjoying today when I have no idea what is going on with my brother.
Drew helps me to my feet. “If you want, there are toothbrushes in the bathroom, princess.”
I force a smile to my lips and leave behind the men who are changing my life to hide in the bathroom and worry about my brother for a few minutes.
Tom will be fine. He always is. Does he get tangled up in strange stuff occasionally? Yes.
But he always finds his way out. Usually with the help of his friends. I breathe out a sigh. He’s not leaning on them this time and I’m not sure why. Why would he push me into their space when he’s done everything he could to keep me away from them?
I straighten the tie around my waist and try to fix my hair a little. We won’t find anything new out about Tom’s situation this weekend, so I’m going to enjoy what I have here.
When I walk out, the conversation stops. Four sets of eyes turn to me and my insides sizzle to life. Today is mine.
