I wouldn’t want to meet middle schoolers in a dark fucking alley and doing it sleep deprived is the thing of nightmares. So, as much as none of us wanted to, we let her go. The moment she was gone I locked eyes with Kent and then Gabriel.
Something moved between us, an understanding, a knowing. I don’t fucking know; Gabriel is the philosopher. I’m sure he could quote someone with a lot of deep words about fates and connection and the circle of life and energy.
I wasn’t ever going to be able to do that.
Kent, always the one who needed to give voice to things, cleared his throat and hedged, “So, she seems great.”
Gabriel cut right through the shit. “She’s fucking perfect and she’s ours.”
Kent blew out a breath and slumped back against the couch, rubbing a hand down his face. His voice was full of relief, “Oh, thank fucking Christ.”
I rolled my eyes, “You knew it the moment we looked at each other.” I deadpanned, “We don’t have to always talk about our feelings.”
Kent chuckled, “I’m pretty sure when making a serious fucking exclamation like one woman is ours and we’re going to share her, between the three of us, it does require a conversation.”
Gabe scoffed, “I don’t know, I think we’ve summed it up already.”
I grunted my agreement. Kent looked between us a few times before tilting his head back and muttering something to himself. He shook it before looking at us again.
“We don’t even know who she is,” he pointed out.
Gabe shrugged, “That’s just information. I can get my hands on who she is.”
We never asked him how it he got it, having learned a long time ago it’s better to not ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to. Not knowing how it happened didn’t stop the information and it was a wealth of fucking knowledge.
Not fucking enough knowledge if you didn’t know she was dating someone for a month.
I sneer, waiting to see if she’s going to respond to me. I’m done not going after the woman the three of us know we want.
I rub the spot on my chest which aches. I know she’s the only cure for what ails me. It’s the same feeling I’ve had since the moment I saw her picture. She’s gorgeous and curvy with the most luscious red hair. I want to wrap it around my fist to tilt her head back as I fuck her from behind.
Thinking about the column of her neck and the way my hand will look wrapped around her throat makes my cock leak. Yeah. I made the right fucking decision to stop this bullshit and runaround. It’s time to go straight at our woman. It’s time for the attack.
No more defense.
She’s ours and she’s been out there in the world. She was touched by another man. I’d hate to have to break someone’s fingers, so I’m damn glad she let it slip they hadn’t slept together.
I call Gabe, knowing it’s his office hours right now. Not that if he was teaching a class that it would have stopped me. He needs to know I made a date with our girl. For all of us.
“What’s up, Cy?” Gabe sounds tired, more so than he has sounded in a while. I can almost see him rubbing his temple like he does when he has a migraine coming on.
“I have good news,” I growl out the words, the thought of seeing Ariel, in person, being able to touch her and hold her in order to prove between us is where she belongs, riding me hard.
He might mask his emotions most of the time, but I can hear a hint of hopefulness in his tone, “Oh?”
“I was chatting with Ariel.” I blow out a breath. “I told her to meet us at Map Room on Friday night.” There is silence down the line, and it lasts long enough I pull the phone away to make sure the call didn’t drop. I chuckle, “Don’t tell me you have plans which are more important than meeting our girl.”
“Uh,” Gabriel falters which only makes me laugh. He is not the kind of man to waffle about anything.
Who knew a curvy middle school teacher with a damn good sniper head shot could bring a man like Gabe to his knees? Or a man like me? Or even Kent.
Don’t let Kent fool you. He might have that slightly nerdy vibe, especially when he’s at work and the man owns way more cardigans than any many should own, but he has a darkness in him. Once we knew that Ariel was ours, once we agreed upon it, we talked a little about the things we were into. Knowing all three of us find pleasure in a little breath play when it came to pleasing a woman made me harder than I have ever been in my life. Not for the men I considered my brothers, but the thought of having any of them wrap a hand around Ariel’s throat always makes it impossible to ignore the pipe between my legs.
“Friday?” I can almost see the way Gabe is scrambling to get his shit under control. It makes me laugh harder. “Fuck off,” he growls, and I know I have my controlling as fuck brother back with us.
I straighten up even though he can’t see me. “Yup,” I popped the p, “Friday. I’m not going to let some other fucker take her away from us before we even make a play.” I shake my head and grin ferally before taunting him, “If you’re not ready and you’re willing to risk it, I’m sure I can keep our girl more than satisfied.”
“Not. Fucking. Happening.” His voice is deadly calm, but I can feel the torrent right under the surface. He snarls, “She’s ours.”
“Damn right, now get your shit together. We have a date.”
“Friday.”
“Friday,” I confirm and end the call, not looking forward to the days between now and then. The time can’t pass fast enough for me.