For the next hour, we share our love, taking and giving in equal parts. Her pleasure, her wants, her desires are our only worries.
Her gasps of desire and need turn to moans of pleasure.
She’s not going anywhere. She can run, she can deny the pull of lust and love between us, but she’ll never escape the truth Room Two revealed—she’s ours and only ours.
Seventeen
Belle
Sex under the stars just became the highlight of my life. All twenty-three years of them.
Electrifying pleasure is the only way I can describe the hum of energy vibrating under my skin. I tuck into Gage as he carries me inside with the other two following right behind. More than once all three murmured words of possession. And with each one, I fell a little deeper in love.
And I think they love me, too. Gage settles me in a chair at the table. For a rough man who looks battle ready at a moment's notice, he takes his time to make sure I am comfortable. Still naked from our little outdoor adventure, he pulls a throw blanket off a nearby chair and tucks it around me.
I came here tonight to talk, but that went out the window the second I got out of the shower. And then the whole dock incident. I should have tried harder, but there’s always later.
My phone pings from where someone left it on the table on the way out the back door. From this angle, it looks like Sapphire is calling.
Aziel and Rush start prepping the meal I started. “The grill should be nice and hot by now,” I offer with a cringe. “I might have started it thinking I would cook for you. Then I got sidetracked.” Gage presses a kiss to my forehead before heading to the kitchen for the steaks I assume since he has a set of prongs in his hand.
A million different ways to start the conversation we need to have scatters through my mind as I watch them set to work on making us all dinner. I can’t seem to pick one so I sit there like a useless idiot.
The house is quiet as they work together. One man shifts and the other perceives the move a second before and makes way for what the other needs. It’s a beautiful thing to watch and a treasure to be a part of.
These men have invited me into their homes and their lives and here I am unable to tell them the truth.
The ring of my phone cuts through the house and three sets of eyes fall on my phone’s screen when Harlon’s name pops up.
The call ends and then immediately starts up again. Santi tries and then Sapphire and then Santi again.
I pick up the phone and hit the end button.
“Who is this Santi guy?” Gage points at the phone.
Time to come clean. “My brother’s partner.” I stand and grip the blanket to me. Saying what I need to say is much easier with clothes on, but I left mine in their bedroom. So the blanket it is.
“There’s something I need to tell you but I need you to know my blood doesn’t determine who I am. Okay?”
“Okay,” all three say in unison.
I get up and walk around their house and try to find it in me to tell them I am mafia blood when I see picture after picture of men standing up for what is right, fighting the good fight when my family made their money by doing nothing but wrong. I can paint it in any light. Like we don’t sell drugs and we don’t traffic, but we do own illegal gambling and we do deal in death. If they run away then I know I am going to be raising our child solo and I am okay with that. I at least got to feel something and I will show our child endless amounts of love and devotion.
I turn.
My name is Belle Constantine. Sinclair is my mother’s maiden name. I’m sorry I gave that name rather than my real name when we first met at Club Sin.
I have all three men’s attention.
The blanket turns into a shield and I use it between me and the arrows of pain shooting my direction. Aziel’s aims straight for my heart. “You only need to turn on the nightly news to know who my family is, but I don’t think you need a crash course into what my family does for a living. Something tells me you all already know.”
“We know the name.” Aziel looks hurt while the other two have slipped their expressions into an unreadable mask.
“Talk to me.” All three leave the kitchen and head toward the living room where the light isn’t as harsh but their silence is cutting.
“Please, someone say something.” I go to them and fall on my knees. The pain in me is unbearable and I can’t manage the weight of my lie.
Gage is the first to reach out to me. He takes my hand and pulls me into his lap. I expected Rush to do that, not Gage so I am a little off balance.