“Nah,” Renwick waved his hand dismissively, “we were just talking to Hendrik and he said he wouldn’t be going to the Bunker these days, so we offered to get you in. Seems he beat us to it, though, that’s all.”
He sounded sincere, as he sipped his coffee, not taking his eyes off of her once. Raphael on the other hand, still seemed like he was pouting. His brows came together just a little, giving him that cute, funny upset look. Renwick noticed that she was eyeing Raphael, so he elbowed him gently. She noticed that, too.
“I didn’t know you guys hung out with Hendrik,” she continued.
“Well, you know there’s not a lot of us at the Bunker, so we kinda know everyone.”
“How did it start?” she wondered. “I mean, the Bunker.”
“My grandfather started it,” Raphael interrupted, less pouty now, obviously proud of this historical fact. “He was friends with Renwick’s grandfather and, basically, whoever was a member back then, their sons and daughters and so on were also automatically in.”
“What about me then?” Mina asked.
“We can always add someone new,” Renwick explained. “It’s not a closed kind of club. I mean, you can’t join unless someone gets you in, someone who’s already a member, and even then, the rest need to confirm that it’s okay. So, in the end, it’s a group decision.”
“I see,” she nodded, “and, why me?”
Renwick looked at Raphael. For a second, they looked confused, as if there was a
secret they knew, but they were keeping her in the dark, like something was preventing them from sharing what they knew.
“I kinda have a crush on you,” Raphael grinned.
She burst out laughing. It was such a stupid thing to say and, yet, it sounded completely sweet and genuine. The look of confusion immediately disappeared from their faces and they were their usual selves again. Renwick was also laughing. Mina wasn’t sure if that was the real reason, or if Raphael just cleverly managed to steer the conversation in another direction but she was happy to hear what he had to say.
“So, I asked if we could get you in,” Raphael was still talking, scratching the back of his head, as Renwick was rolling his eyes and laughing his ass off. “I needed to impress you with something, since my jock record wasn’t doing it, I figured, if I could get you into this club, you’d...”
“Surely fall for you?” Mina asked, bent over, laughing.
“Why not?” Raphael was still grinning.
It was all in good fun. He sounded sincere, but Mina knew there was more to this story. Her gut was telling her that much.
“I’m in your room in the middle of the night. It worked, didn’t it?” Raphael kept talking, and the atmosphere quickly changed from confusion and suspicion, to fun and games.
“You’re ridiculous,” Mina waved her hand.
“But, fun, right?” Raphael added.
The following hour was spent pleasantly. Raphael was so much different with them now, there wasn’t a trace of that smug guy. They shared stories, laughed and enjoyed themselves. After a while, Mina got up from the chair and stretched out her arms.
“My butt is numb,” she said out loud, biting her lip. That was meant to be just a thought.
“Why don’t you sit down over here?”
It was Renwick’s turn to ask that question again and this time, she agreed. She kept stretching a little more, as she walked towards the bed. The guys were lounging comfortably but they moved to make some room for her, right between them. For a second, she wondered whether this was too dangerous, if she should even be considering this but the desire was too strong. It was pulling her towards them with crazy strength and all she could do was give in.
She sat down between them and immediately felt Raphael’s hands on her neck. The slayer in her was ready to strike. Her whole body tensed and her fists clenched, but then, she realized, he wasn’t attacking her. His grip was soft and mild, like cotton on her skin. His fingers dug into her skin only superficially, trying to find any sore spots.
“I can give you a massage,” Raphael offered, seating himself behind her, while Renwick was to her right.
“He’s very good, I can vouch for that,” Renwick nodded.
Mina blushed shyly and only managed to nod. Raphael gently gathered up her hair with his fingers. His touch was as soft as butterfly’s wings. It made her shiver. No one was speaking. Silence said it all. It revealed their wishes, their hidden desires, and she knew they all wanted the same. Was there any point trying to deny it any longer?
Her hair to the side, revealing her swan-like neck, Mina enjoyed the feel of Raphael’s fingers pressing on her skin. Sweet pain mixed with even sweeter pleasure made her want to moan loudly, but she managed to suppress the sound. His fingers were skillful, they knew exactly what she wanted them to do. She wondered if they would be equally skillful if they traveled downward, to her soft, hidden velvet underground and would they know how to press the right places there. The very thought made her blush even more, so she lowered her head, in an effort to hide it.
A moment later, she felt a soft kiss land on her neck. It came out of nowhere but she wasn’t surprised.