Chapter 29
Negotiable
Wyatt
Sara’s been out of the living room for a while, so I come out of my room. Finn has the postgame shows on and Dante has his laptop open. I walk into the kitchen to look for something to drink. Today has been a shitshow since I woke up.
“She’s not here.” Finn turns the channel. “You don’t have to slink off to your room again.”
I know Dante wouldn’t let her go anywhere she wouldn’t be safe, so if he’s here...
“Is she with him?” Trying to keep the jealousy from my tone, I grab a bottle of beer and twist the lid off. It didn’t sound like she was going to Drew’s, but after this afternoon, I wouldn’t be surprised.
Maybe she’ll decide to stay at his place.
“No, she’s with her friends in the Morrigan Technology Group building.” Dante sets his laptop on the coffee table and leans back. His full attention is on me now.
Both these guys betrayed me with Sara. How long has it been going on? When she masturbated for my camera, that was for Dante.
“You missed her giving you a show.” I sit on the couch and take a swig of my beer. I sound fucking bitter because I am.
Dante smirks. “I caught her masturbating when I went in to plant the cameras. That’s when I found out her parents weren’t home. I told her I’d let her stay if she finished for me.”
I arch an eyebrow.
“Honestly, I figured she’d back down, but not Sara.” Dante chuckles.
Every challenge we threw at her as a little girl she’d do. Climb to the top of that rock. Pick up that spider. Eat the mud pie she made. That one got us in a lot of trouble when she was sick for days afterward.
“That was the first time?” I have to ask. For years, he’s distracted her to keep her away from me. What if that’s how he always distracted her. My insides twist.
“Yes.” Dante blows out a breath. “I never touched her. Not until the night we dropped her off after Veiled Vixen. She asked me to kiss her.”
I down more beer. Fuck. This isn’t easy to hear. This woman I’ve held myself back from for years out of loyalty to Tom and loyalty to them.
I turn to Finn.
He grins. “I ate her out after her date with Drew. Kissed her too. Been thinking about it ever since. Would have fucked her, but suspected she was a virgin. Really didn’t expect that.”
I shake my head in denial. That can’t be right. “There was that jock she dated in high school.”
Tom wanted to tear that guy’s head off. I would have been right there with him.
Dante laughs. “Yeah, I asked, but apparently she kicked him in the junk and threatened to tell Tom if he said anything.”
“That sounds like Sara.” Finn stands and grabs a beer from the fridge. “She hasn’t fucked Drew either.”
“He told me.” I run a hand through my hair. “So, where does that leave us?”
“That’s up to Sara.” Dante rubs the back of his neck. “She wants us all. We always figured she’d choose one of us. And for a long time that would’ve been you.”
“Tom made that impossible.” It would never make sense to Sara that her brother stood in the way, but he’s my best friend. We know too much about each other. And I know Sara. “Besides, Sara would make a lousy submissive.”
“You don’t really want someone to give in to your every whim.” Dante leans back and smiles. “You’d be bored with a woman who gave in.”
“That’s true.” Finn sits on the arm of the couch. “You remember Hannah?”
Fucking Hannah.
Dante laughs. “That girl was practically a lapdog.”
Peabody glances at me from Dante’s lap.
“She knelt. She begged. She followed your every order, and she lasted, what?” Finn glances at Dante for confirmation. “A week?”
She was the perfect submissive. Always did everything right. Boring as fucking hell.
“Five days.” Dante pets Peabody. “You don’t want a fucking mouse of a companion. You want Sara.”
“You think she wants me to do those things to her?” I walk into the kitchen and throw away my empty bottle. “Punish her. Mark her porcelain skin with my strikes. Make her bend to my will.”
Fuck, just thinking about it makes me hard. But that’s not who Sara is.
I pull out another beer. “She wants a guy like that kid she dated in college. Edgar?”
“Ethan was gay.” Dante laughs.
“See? Completely harmless. That’s what she wants. Someone nonthreatening.”
“She knew he was gay.” Dante ruffles Peabody’s fur. “She wants you. Fuck, you saw what we did to her in the dining room. She wants to be taken. She wants to be fucked.”
Collapsing onto the couch, I lean my head back, remembering those images burned into my memory. Finn’s cock in her mouth. Dante’s mouth on her bare pussy. Her body arching and coming for them.
I roll my head to narrow my eyes at Dante. “Did you forget about the camera in the dining room?” I have to ask because he had to know I’d look.
Dante smirks. “Honestly, it wasn’t the first thing on my mind when I had Sara bare and spread out before me like a fucking buffet.”
I take a swig of beer and hold the bottle between my knees. “Are we talking about this? Is this really something we can or should do? Share Sara?”
Dante looks to Finn who smiles. “She wants us. If you can pull your head out of your ass and apologize for making the girl feel like you didn’t want her. But you need to decide whether this is something you want to do, because it’s happening with or without you.”
I rub my hand over my face, pausing on my scruffy jaw. “Tom will kill us.”
“Tom left her in our care,” Finn helpfully points out. “He didn’t hire a security firm. He gave her to us.”
“Not to fuck.”
“That’s not his decision.” Dante’s expression is flat. “The only one that can give her is Sara, and she’s been trying for years to give herself to you. You never told her about your kink because you never wanted to scare her away. Part of you wanted to keep her as obsessed as you are.”
He’s not wrong. Fuck. “Fine. So what we take turns? Go at her as a group? Do we invite Drew over to fuck her whenever he wants to? How is this not complicated?”
“Sara leads.”
I arch an eyebrow at Finn and he laughs.
“Yeah, sorry. I know that’s not usually your thing, but in this case, she holds all the power until she decides to hand it over to us.” Finn slides down onto the couch. “She can decide how she wants all of us, but I guarantee she likes at least two at a time.”
“Fuck.” I don’t even know what to do with all this.
“Just talk to Sara.” Dante looks at his phone. “Tell her what you want from her. Give her the consent talk and show her what you want to do to her. Let her make the decision for once instead of making it for her.”
He’s right and I know it. For years, I’ve pushed her away. She was too young. Too innocent. Tom didn’t want to think of his sister with someone like me. Someone who would hurt her to make her feel pleasure.
“I’ve got to go pick her up.” Dante stands and Peabody grumbles as he moves onto the couch. Dante chuckles and pets the dog. “Don’t worry. Finn will protect you from Peabody.”
“Ha ha.” I glare at the small dog, who growls in the back of his throat before tucking his head into his body.
“Hey, maybe if you win over Peabody, you’ll win over Sara.” Finn laughs.
Dante
Sara giggles as she slips and I catch her again.
“How much did you have to drink, pip?” I wrap my arm around her to hold her up. My hand rests on her ribs right below her breast.
“A bit.” She giggles again as we enter the building.
The night doorman nods at me as we walk past.
When we get in the elevator, her eyes are mischievous. “Dante, where are you going to sleep tonight?”
She grabs my belt to tug me to her, but ends up stumbling into me instead. Her nose hits my chest. “Oof.”
Looking up at me, she rubs at her nose. I shake my head and draw her against me, letting her lean into my warmth. Things have gotten complicated. Wyatt wants to be on board, but he’s hurt Sara with his disinterest for too long.
Neither of them will be happy until they have each other. She still wants him, but she’s afraid to go for it.
She kicks off her heels and presses against me. Her fingers creep up my thigh.
“Dante. Can I play with you again?”
Sara’s hand strokes my cock, which is hardening with each touch. Fortunately, the elevator arrives at our floor. Grabbing her shoes, I help her out into the hallway.
The door is unlocked, so I lift her and carry her across the threshold.
Her arms wrap around my neck.
“I’m not drunk, Dante. I just know what I want.” Her fingers stroke the back of my neck, sending little jolts of desire through me.
“And what is that, pip?” I close the door and turn the lock. “What do you want?”
Wyatt and Finn stand as they see Sara in my arms. I have her shoes in my other hand.
She glances at the others and grins. “Oh, yes, please.”
“Is she drunk?” Wyatt steps forward.
Finn smirks. “I’ll play with drunk Sara.”
“No one’s playing with Sara tonight.” Even though I really want to. “Drunk does not equal consent.”
“I consent.” Her hand tugs on my bun. Her pale green eyes collide with mine. “I’m so ready to consent. Fuck. You’d think it’d be easy to lose your virginity, but man, it’s like no one wants to buy a new car.”
My brow furrows as I look down into her discontent face.
“I’m practically giving it away and yet no one wants it. I’ve offered it to you and Finn, but no. And Drew. Fuck, the first date I basically told him I wanted to fuck him. But then he always has to be somewhere else.” She blows out a breath. “What does a girl have to do to get laid around here?”
Her pale green eyes lock with mine. She’s definitely had too much to drink, but she’s not slurring her words. How much of this is just frustrated, tipsy Sara?
“When you’re sober, we can discuss it, pip.” I set her down on the couch and she pouts up at me.
“Sober or drunk, it doesn’t matter if no one wants you.”
Peabody crawls onto her lap and settles. Her fingers sink into his white fur.
Sara rests her head on the back of the couch with her eyes closed. “I’m sure if I offered to suck a cock that would be presented to me, but spread my legs and absolutely no takers.”
Wyatt arches an eyebrow at her. Yeah, this is a side of Sara we should have expected. When she was younger, she loved to pull a guilt trip on us when we wouldn’t do what she wanted. And we always caved.
Because it was Sara.
“There was this one guy at the bar. He definitely wanted to fuck me, but do I want to fuck him? No. Of course not. That would be too fucking simple.” She sighs and pets Peabody.
Shaking my head, I go into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water and a couple of pills.
Finn settles next to Sara on the couch. “If you could choose right now who to give your virginity to, who would it be?”
“Don’t answer that.” I hand her the water and the pills and glare at Finn.
Her eyes are full of mischief. “Why not? Aren’t you curious, Dante?”
She straightens. Her gaze takes in every inch of me before moving on to Finn and then to Wyatt. She taps her finger against her lips.
“We’re down one.” She passes Peabody to Finn and stands. “It’s not really a fair question though. See Kayla probably had the right idea.”
Sara’s smile turns wicked as she faces me. “She said I should just get naked. Which isn’t a big deal because all of you have seen everything already.”
She arches her eyebrow at Wyatt before meeting my eyes.
I swallow as she pulls her V-neck t-shirt off and tosses it at Finn. Her bra is lacey and her nipples are hard points, barely concealed. I explored them last night, but not enough. To have her for a whole night would be amazing.
“Maybe you should go to bed.” Wyatt’s voice sounds strangled.
She grins at me and turns to face him. Her hands go behind her back as she releases the catch on her bra. “Why would I do that, Wyatt? I’m having a good time. And this time I want you to look.”
She drops her bra on the floor next to Finn. He just sits back and watches, but he loves chaos. Lives for it. I like order, and Sara is currently out of control.
She unbuttons her jeans, shimmies them down, and steps out of them. Her panties are the only thing left on her.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous. She lifts her arms to release her red hair and shakes it out behind her.
“See, Kayla thinks I should just tell Wyatt to do his worst, but something tells me this will go like every other time we collide.” She closes the distance between Wyatt and her.
His dark eyes watch her every move. He’s a fucking bomb ready to go off and she’s already lit the fuse.
“What do you think, Wyatt? Should I pick which one of you gets to do the deed with me tonight? Is that the game we’re playing now?” She stops right before him. Her pretty face tipped up to search his eyes.
“Sara,” I try to warn her, but it’s too late.
“Do you want to know why I’ve said no all these years?” Wyatt’s jaw ticks.
I start toward them.
She cocks her head. “You mean why you’ve rejected me for years.
Why at every point in my life when I would’ve said yes, you acted like I didn’t exist. I could have fallen at your feet and you would have stepped over me.
So yes, please tell me why now. When I stand naked in front of you, waiting for something, anything to happen. ”
Her eyes shimmer in the light.
“If I tell you, are you going to run back to Dante to protect you?” His hand threads through her hair behind her head.
She shakes her head. “No. I’m done being protected.”
His eyes meet mine. He’s under control and he’s telling me to let this happen. I stop. Fuck it, they need to figure this out. It’s time.
He tightens his fingers in her hair and she gasps at the bite of pain, but she doesn’t back down.
“Do you think you can be what I need, trouble?” He lowers his head and brushes his nose against hers.
A shiver sweeps through her. “What do you need?”
“Tonight, I need to taste you.” His lips brush over hers.
She whimpers and her hands clutch his shirt. “Wyatt.”
“When you’re sober, we’ll talk. Because what I want from you won’t be pretty. It won’t be chocolate and flowers. I want you fully aware of what you’ll give me and what I’ll take from you.”
Her lips part on a gasp before he claims her mouth. I expected to feel jealousy. I didn’t earlier with Finn, but Wyatt was always Sara’s end game. But as I watch them, I want more. I want to see him fuck her. Watch the way she comes for him.
I want to overwhelm her with touch and taste and fill her with our cocks until she begs for more. Make her squirm for us. Fill her with us so she never feels unwanted again.
Wyatt breaks the kiss and leans his forehead against hers. He lifts his gaze to mine and then Finn. He wants that too.
“In the morning.” Wyatt trails his finger over her swollen lower lip.
She whimpers and he tugs her hair, making her gasp again.
“Sleep tonight, trouble. Dream of what we can do to you. Tomorrow, we’ll make your dreams come true.”