“Why don’t we watch TV,” I suggested as I unlatched the fierce grip I had on him. “I can make popcorn if you’d like.”
“No popcorn,” Dante muttered, his thumb brushing over the fading bruise under my eye.
“But you’ll watch TV with me?”
“Of course.”
“Come on.” I reached for Heaven’s arm as I passed.
Heaven tossed back what was left of her drink, grimaced, then followed us. She snagged two throw blankets from the storage ottoman and passed the remote over to Dante.
As we did at home, Dante took one end, sitting up. Heaven placed a throw pillow on the opposite end, propped up on it, her feet tucking behind Dante. I settled in front of her, my feet near her face. She pulled me into her, spooning so I wouldn’t fall to the floor. Dante spread the blankets over us, his arm stretched out, hand on my hip.
I wasn’t sure when we’d begun the tradition, but it had stuck. Most of the time it was me and Dante, him spooning behind me. I preferred those moments, but only because I cherished every minute I got to spend with Dante. But whenever Heaven was on the outs with Danny, this was how we spent our evenings, camped out like this in the living room. At some point, Dante would relax, but he didn’t sleep. He only did that when it was the two of us.
Heaven reached up, clicked off the small table lamp.
Dante flipped through a few channels until he settled on Rush Hour.
The house was silent, the TV on low. I relaxed but couldn’t sleep. Then again, I’d been asleep before everything happened.
“You’re not tired?” Dante asked after a while.
“No. Want to be awake when Isaac gets home.”
Dante’s hand slipped beneath the blanket, smoothed over my side in a sweet gesture. I knew he wasn’t copping a feel, just comforting me.
For whatever reason, memories of the other night flooded my brain. Being laid out on the dining room table, naked. Ian, Isaac, and Dante taking turns eating my pussy. I’d never done anything quite so taboo. I wasn’t the sort who went through men. The most I’d ever played with was Ian and Isaac together, but even then, they rarely touched me. It was more about me performing for them, as though they were respecting the distance I’d needed. Now that I’d had all three of them, I wanted to explore more of it.
In fact, I was hoping for a repeat. Or maybe something equally exciting.
Since the first morning, I hadn’t returned to the guest room. Instead, I’d been sleeping in Isaac’s bed. I’d been hoping for some alone time with Ian, but I had yet to get any. I wasn’t sure why that was, but I got the feeling Ian was keeping his distance from me, perhaps respecting Isaac?
And while I cherished every second with Isaac, Ian had invaded my thoughts numerous times. Every minute of the day I was thinking about one of them, sometimes both. While I had expected this to be one big orgy party after I realized what Ian and Isaac were interested in, turned out that wasn’t the case. Even though I certainly wouldn’t balk at the opportunity.
A door opened, closed. I waited until the footsteps drew closer, then turned my head, watched as Ian and Isaac walked through the kitchen and into the living room. Their keen eyes scanned the scene, taking it all in.
“Everything all right?” Dante asked.
I knew by the look on Ian’s face that everything was most definitely not all right.
“Your ex is pretty beat up,” Ian told Heaven, his accent thicker than usual. “But he’s not dead.”
“You ready for bed?” Isaac asked, his eyes on me.
I nodded, got to my feet. Isaac came over, picked me up, held me in his arms.
“May I go back to bed, Sir?” Dante asked, his full attention on Ian.
“Aye. See you in the morning. Still up for a run?”
“Absolutely, Sir.”
Ian grinned and something passed between them. Obviously, an inside joke.
“I’ll meet you both in here at seven,” Isaac told them.
“We’ll be waiting,” Ian replied.
Then the big, beautiful Irishman was carrying me out of the room, down the hall. “You, my sweet, are coming with me.”
“You won’t get any argument from me.”
He leaned his forehead against my head as he walked and I could feel the tension, knew there was something they’d been holding back.
“Was it bad?” I asked.
“Yeah. From what the ex said, Roger thought he was there for Dante. Ensured the ex knew that wasn’t even an option.”
“Oh, God.”
He set me on the bed.
“Yeah. The ex is at the hospital.”
I noticed he referred to Danny as the ex. Not by name. Simply, the ex.
“Did he hurt him that badly?”
“He beat on him,” Isaac whispered. “But worse, he raped him.”
I fell back onto my butt, staring up at Isaac. My hand was covering my mouth and I realized it was to hold in a sob.
