Page 27 of Room Two

She’s a fucking virgin. Was. And now I am a monster. What the hell have we done? She can’t be more than twenty. Tops twenty-one. I should have asked for her license the second she glided that sweet fuckable ass into Club Sin earlier.

I couldn’t stop myself. Seeing her walls stretch over the head of my cock was the end of my control. I doubt I had any to begin with. Something else out of character. We invited the sweet thing over to see how compatible we were. Some wine, pasta, and Rush’s garlic bread. Good conversation.

Not sex.

But what did we do?

“Fuck me.” I plant my feet wide and rock back on my heels. Morning light is just breaking over the edge of the water. It’s my favorite time of morning and this one is coming in with a storm.

We agreed to this stint with the club for a little downtime. Get our heads on straight.

Not to get attached. But last night felt like we were personally stitching together strings that tie us to her.

I have grappled with the rules we’ve lived by for a while now. She’s pushing boundaries just by sleeping in my bed.

I turn around and watch the honey-haired beauty snuggle up to my brothers through the balcony window. It’s late enough in the summer that the heat is fading into Autumn. Cool mornings and warm afternoons. I love this time of year and like to leave the balcony doors open.

After coming down from the high of our first session together, we all showered, fed our guest, and made sure she went to bed where she’s been for the last five hours. Tucked between all of us softly breathing. Trusting us with her safety. Which blows my mind. I’ve never seen someone trust so easily. Hasn’t her family taught her anything? When three guys invite you into their home the only thing you should do is run.

But not Belle. She fell into our arms and gave us the sweetest gift.

What the fuck do I do with that? I’m already struggling to find the peace I need to move forward with my job. Adding the stress of her to our lives seems like asking for shit to go sideways more than it already has.

I dig my thumbs into my eyes and try to erase the sight of the death I’ve seen.

But when I close my eyes, instead of seeing the bodies and haunting eyes of those I’ve killed, I see her. Belle. The beauty. Sweet and innocent.

I smirk at her attempts to get us to make love to her after we all piled back into bed for the night.

Make love. Where the hell did that come from? I turn to brace my hands on the railing and watch as the sun fights with the darkening clouds in its slow ascent.

I haven’t loved someone other than my brothers in a long time. This isn’t that. Infatuation? Sure. But love? Fuck. What's wrong with me?

The second we dried her off she nuzzled into my borrowed T-shirt and seeing her wearing my clothes had me tenting the sheets all night.

Somewhere around four in the morning she’d stirred awake and reached out for me.

My cock jerks awake at the memory and tests the elastic fabric of my sweatpants. She gripped my shaft with her delicate hand and had fallen asleep holding me. I chuckle low at the idea my cock is her sleeping pill.

What the fuck was that about? Not that I am complaining. Honestly, I haven’t slept that well since my first tour overseas.

I palm my phone and pull up Raja’s name. Two rings and he picks up.

“Just waking or just getting to bed?” I ask.

“I have a better question. What day is it? Did you find a girl?”

I turn back around and lean against the railing, hooking my ankles. “I think we did.”

“Think?”

“Okay, fuck, man. We did. Three nights from now you will have your sex show. She gets scared I will break the contract and you can bill me for the penalty. We will sign before going on stage.”

A grunt feeds through the earpiece. “I haven’t heard you sound so torn. Ever, now that I think about it. She’s that good?”

I pause. Through the window, I see Aziel wake and head to the bathroom probably to shower. He can’t seem to live without feeling water on him first thing in the morning. Must be the Navy man in him.

“I don’t know yet.” I end the call and pass a steamy mug of joe to Aziel when he joins me a few minutes later, dripping wet with a towel wrapped around his hips.


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