“Stronger!” he barks at the tattooed guy, who looks fit to explode on the trainer in front of him.
The trainer stands strong, his feet planted firmly on the ground, and his bulky size helps him to remain steadfast as the heavily tattooed guy swings another calculated blow in his direction.
“Stronger!” the guy barks again.
“That’s Lucas.” Crest motions toward the slick-looking guy who wears a crisp white shirt and black slacks, then moves on to the trainer. “Cole. The fighter is Rage.” He points out.
“What about the little girl, who is she?” Thea asks.
Crest chuckles but doesn’t glance at Thea, and I’m grateful for his compliance. “That’s their daughter.”
Thea’s mouth falls into an ‘O’ shape. She studies them again, and I have a burning need to pull her against my chest in a show of ownership. “They’re gay?”
“I’ve no clue who fucks who, but their woman is apparently at home recovering from giving birth to their third kid.”
I throw my head back with a deep laugh. Then I cast another look toward the one barking instructions in their direction; he’s definitely the one who orchestrates positions. When I bring my attention back to Crest, his lip quirks.
I glance at Thea, and a flush creeps up her neck. Is she imagining them together? Imagining her with one of them? Is she turned on by their dynamic?What the fuck?
“Shall I show you the bar setup?” Crest asks.
“I’m good. We’re going to check out the office.” A knowing grin lands on his face before he turns and walks away from us.
I’m about to remind my little brat who she belongs to.
THEA
Massio drags me into the office behind him, then slams the door shut. Before I have a chance to register what he’s doing, he’s lifted me onto the desk, causing me to yelp.
“Massio!”
“Did it turn you on, knowing they all fuck, Little Brat?”
I feel the heat rush to my cheeks. “What? N-No!”
“Then why are you blushing?”
“I-I don’t know.”
“Were you imagining yourself with them?” His nostrils flare on each word.
“No! I was just wondering how it works. All of them.” I wave my hand toward the door. “I suppose I never really thought about that kind of dynamic.” Call me naïve, but I’ve never considered how people have sex with multiple partners, especially at once. Oh my god, has Massio done this? Does he do it? My chest heaves with worry.
“Do you have sex with more than one person at once?”
He rears back. “What?”
My heart hammers wildly. I can’t compete with something like that. I don’t want to share him with anyone.
“You think I want sex with multiple people?” Amusement plays out on his face.
“Do you?” I ask meekly.
He cups my face in his hands, and his eyes bore into mine. “I only want you, Thea. I’d kill any man who tried to touch you. Does that answer your question?”
My shoulders relax, and the panic that was welling inside of me moments ago begins to dissipate.
I swallow back the nerves gathered in my throat. “Have you done those things before?” I search his face, and he draws his bottom lip into his mouth.
