“A date?” Finn asks while starting the coffeemaker.
“Yes, a date.” I down the contents of my glass. It burns my throat, but I don’t care. I pour a little more and walk away from the bar to slump on their living room sectional.
I rest my head against the back and close my eyes. Tom left in a hurry. He told me to come here. Why? And why do I need protection? From what? Or who?
Chapter 2
Work in Progress
Sara
Dammit, Tom. I was going to get over whatever I have for Wyatt by getting under someone else. I swear, Tom doesn’t want me to have a love life.
“Coffee with your whiskey?” Finn asks.
I open my eyes and he’s holding a steaming cup of coffee out to me. “Thank you.”
I set it on the coffee table and pour the whiskey into it, because why not?
Finn sits close, but not right next to me, with his own cup. Wyatt comes over carrying the creamer. He pours a little in my coffee before sitting down, but he doesn’t add any to his.
For as much as the guy ignores me, he knows things like how I take my coffee. That I prefer white wine over red. I’m always a little shocked at what he knows about me and that’s what kept me obsessed with him for so long. I always thought it meant something, but it just means that we grew up around each other and he’s observant.
I drink my coffee and exhale. “What is Tom into now?”
“He’s been working with a new client.” Finn stretches and his pants dip a little lower, showing off his Adonis belt, that V that points directly to his cock. He has a totally droolworthy body. Fuck.
I blink and lift my gaze. I just need a good fuck to straighten my head out. Pretty sure that will cure whatever this is. But right now, I need to focus on Tom.
“Okay, new client, what do we know about them?” I glance at Wyatt, but he’s on his phone scrolling through something. His jaw clenches, and I can imagine how it would feel if I pressed my lips against that muscle.
“He’s been pretty tight-lipped about them.” Finn shrugs and takes a sip of his coffee. “He brought in a few new clients and hasn’t been real talkative about any of them, actually.”
“Is that normal?” I take a sip. The cream really makes it better, but I’ll never tell Wyatt that.
“No.” Wyatt doesn’t even look up.
“Okay.” I draw the word out. “So do you guys understand his note? Is he into something shady? Or was he dating someone shady? Is this all an effort to ghost some woman?”
“He hasn’t been seeing anyone that I know of.” Finn looks to Wyatt. “Do you know if he’s fucking someone?”
Wyatt’s dark eyes collide with mine and my heart squeezes. He doesn’t normally look at me, so to have his attention makes me long for more. My insides flutter.
“No.” He looks away and I can breathe again.
Fuck, I need a life.
“Okay, so maybe this has to do with business. Maybe something else. Can one of you try to call Tom? I tried after the texts and it went straight to voicemail.” I look from Finn to Wyatt.
“Already tried.” Dante steps out in a black t-shirt that clings to his muscles and dark jeans that cling to the rest of him. He’s barefoot and he’s pulled his blond hair back into a loose bun.
He’s never been easy to ignore, no matter if he has on clothes or doesn’t.
I push the heat that pulses through me to the back of my mind, just like I’ve done for the past six years. When I was younger, these guys were like gods in my eyes. They could do no wrong. But when I turned sixteen, my mind strayed to a slightly darker side of the gods.
By then they were twenty and I was still Tom’s kid sister. I’d always crushed on Wyatt and out of misguided loyalty tried to be true to only him. But Finn and Dante have always stirred something wicked inside me too.
After my friend admitted to having a sexual relationship with her four bosses, my dreams got a lot darker and starred all three of them. Wyatt, Finn, and Dante sharing me, fighting over me, fucking me.
