Room One Twenty Eight (Good Girl Games)

Chapter One

Enzo

Danger is in the eye of the beholder—I see danger everywhere.

Scanning the crowd, I watch for sudden movements, for anyone or anything suspicious. It is loud, raucous, with too many bodies fit into too small of a space. Keeping my head on a swivel, I never stop looking for any sign of danger or threat.

“Calm down, Enzo,” Tomas tells me with a chuckle, giving me a shove. “We know every single person here. We can turn it off for a bit.”

“This is a celebration, Enzo,” Mateo reminds me, shaking his head at me. “There is no threat out there to thwart. Have a drink. We will take care of that itch you want to scratch tonight.”

Smirking at him, I sip at my bourbon and nod. They’re both right. Tonight, we ought to celebrate. We know all the people here to celebrate our friend, and former partner in Pack Protective Agencies, marriage. Nico and Nova deserve to celebrate their future together. Glancing out at the dance floor, I smile because Nico has eyes only for his new bride as they twirl across the dance floor.

“Yes, a celebration. For the wedding,” I pause as I look at my two best friends. “As well as tonight. I definitely need to...scratch some itches.”

Beside me, Tomas grins widely, his big body moving closer to Mateo’s. Indeed, tonight we will scratch an itch we’ve been struggling with. All of us have been on assignment for the past few months. Our line of work separates us often, though we do work together as a team as well.

We’re more than a team of former marine and navy grunts. All of us have elite skills. After we retired, we partnered with Nico and a few other military friends with Pack Protective. We work with celebrities, politicians, even royalty. Our skills mean any threat is handled with finesse and often before it even gets close to clients.

“We all do, Enzo,” Tomas responds as his amber eyes darken in the sun. Mateo gazes down at him, the air heating with their need.

We’ve been apart too long, the three of us. I was off in Dubai with a princess, Tomas was in Rome with a very influential new president, and Mateo was in Tivoli. They never stray too far from one another. It’s been weeks since I have seen them together, though we never go a day without some sort of contact with one another.

Meeting them during my first mission fifteen years ago changed my life. They had gone through boot camp together and were thick as thieves. I was a little lost, a little unsure of my place in the world. I had joined the marines to get out of a bad situation. I could not have known I would find them, men just as lost as I was, and build the relationship we have now.

“Soon, love,” I whisper gently to Tomas as he swallows hard, his eyes simmering with heat. “We will find someone to play with tonight. Our room is waiting for us at the club. We’ll spend the entire weekend there if we need it,” I move closer to the two men, my hand dropping to cup Tomas’ hard length in his slacks. He groans and pushes his hips forward, letting me stroke him. Mateo moves too, his face pressing to Tomas’ neck, a string of filthy words in a mix of Italian and English spilling past his beautiful mouth.

“Yes,” Mateo hisses, biting gently at the pulse point on Tomas’ neck, making his cock jerk in my hands. “We will find a pretty little thing to play with. A very good little girl who will let us toy with her all we need.”

Tomas turns his head, biting playfully at Mateo’s mouth. My own cock jerks in my slacks as I watch their need spark in the air between us. I growl and stroke Tomas through his slacks roughly. Mateo’s hand joins mine as he glances back at me, an evil smirk on his handsome face.

Before I met them, I never considered my sexual preference much. I knew I loved the curves and softness of a woman. I also knew the captain of my football team in high school made me hot. With Mateo and Tomas, there was never a question about sexual preference—we want each other all the time, but Mateo and I still crave a woman too. Tomas is less enthusiastic about bringing a woman into our bed and our relationship, but he would never deny either of us.

Two years ago, we found the perfect spot for us to indulge. A club in our home base of Seattle, where we can play how we want. We have our pick of women at the club, and nothing is off limits. We can play with her together, watch each other play, or join someone else.

Club Sin is where we found our freedom to indulge in our needs.

“Enzo,” Mateo grunts, his hand reaching back to cup me roughly. “We need to find her. Playing at the club is fine. It is not enough. Not for me. We’re so close to having everything we want. It is time to find her.”

Mateo turns his head, his gaze meeting mine as he pleads this. He is not wrong. We’ve talked about finding the last part of us for a long time. A woman who would be more than a toy to play with. One we would share our lives with, even start a family with. We all want that, even Tomas, but we have yet to find the right woman for us.

We’ve played with plenty of beautiful women at Club Sin. But the playing ends there. They never go home with us, they never share their lives with us. Hell, we barely know the names of the women we play with. We often forget them not long after they leave our room at the club. It is time we find the woman who will make our lives complete.

It will be a while before we stop going on assignments. Working details with our clients is what we’re good at, what we love doing. All those years and all that training in the military created a hunger for danger in all of us. Well, hell, I went in with that hunger. I had a nothing life before I joined. I would break the law, take risks with my own life, just to feel something.

Now I am cautious. I have to think of Mateo and Tomas. Soon, I will have a woman to think about. Children. Our details will continue as long as we know they won’t risk us coming home to one another. If our day jobs ever became a threat to our life, to what we’ve built together, we would stop.

All of us are in our mid-thirties so it’s time to think about what comes next. Time to think about where we will settle down, how we become fathers, and who will be the woman make us whole.

“Yes, it is time. We will begin looking tonight. Until then,” my voice drops as we huddle close together. “Do we need to scratch an itch?”

Tomas smirks before it falls away. Mateo shakes his head, his hands no longer stroking either of us. I bite back a groan. I am the oldest, the leader of most things—except our lovemaking. Mateo takes the lead, becoming a demanding, dominating lover who directs how, when, and where we play.

“Not yet. Not until the club. We waited over a month. We can wait a little longer.”

Tomas lets out a sexy little whine and I throw my head back to laugh. He is the neediest of the three of us. Could be because he does not play the way we do. At the club he often just watches us play with women. Mateo loves putting on a good show for him. If he is needier than usual or decides whoever we’re playing with works for him, he will join of course.

“I do not want to wait. I need it, Mateo,” Tomas purrs with a pout.

“You will wait,” Mateo warns him, his ice blue eyes—how a gruff Sicilian got baby blue eyes is beyond me—narrowing on our lover. “Unless you want to get on your knees and suck Enzo’s dick. He’s waited like a good boy for a long time, baby.”

Tomas wets his lips, his dark eyes dropping low. I laugh and grab my dick, nodding at him. Spreading my feet, I tease him by unzipping my slacks and sliding my hand inside. I am hard and heavy because I have been waiting for them for months. They did were not waiting for me.

We’re on a balcony overlooking the crowd of revelers. It would not be the first time we took care of one another with a crowd nearby. Mateo loves a good show, as I said. At the club, we've put on filthy displays. Plus, Mateo called it right—I have been a very good boy for a very long time. Meanwhile, my two lovers were fucking each other whenever they pleased.

“Sounds fair to me,” I tease, stroking myself as I pull my cock out.

No one will bother looking for us while they party down below. It is not as if our relationship is a secret. Nico has heard, seen, and even once taken part, in our sexual exploits. Finding me getting my dick sucked by Tomas up here would not even phase him.

“To me too,” Mateo taunts, moving behind Tomas to push him to his knees. “Open your mouth, Tomas, let Enzo fill it up. Be a good boy and open wide, we both know how big he gets for us. He’s waited too long. I bet a few seconds in your pretty mouth will make him blow. You will swallow it down as if we’re down there, sipping champagne with the wedding party.”

Sliding my hand to the back of his head, I nod. Tomas smirks, popping open his mouth, letting his tongue hang out. It is swollen and heavy, the tip slick with precum. Staring up at me, he bends his head, licking it up like the greedy thing he is. I hiss and reach out, pulling Mateo towards me. I slam my mouth to his as Tomas moves, taking me inside his hot, wet mouth.

Tomas bobs on my length like a pro, his rough hands cupping my sac as I push my tongue into Mateo’s mouth. I am on edge after being away from them for so long. Being alone. They don’t love me any less than they love each other. Not any less than I love them. What they have is just different.

“Good boy, baby,” Mateo purrs, knowing how he craves our praise. “So fucking beautiful swallowing down that thick cock. God, I cannot wait to watch you fucking a pretty little fuck doll tonight, baby. I’ve been dreaming of hearing you take a tight, tiny pussy for weeks now. I want to find her, Enzo. You need her, don’t you? A pretty little girl to be our good girl.”

“Fuck, yes, I need her. I need to have a hot, wet cunt wrapped around me while I suck your cock and you ride our good little boy hard. I need it.”

Just thinking of it, of having a soft, sweet little thing between us, catering to all three of us, it pushes me over the edge. I come hard, pumping my cock into Tomas’ throat until he gags. He is a good boy though, and he swallows every single drop of me down. Mateo pulls him to his feet, shoving his tongue inside his wet mouth, the two of them sharing me.

Struggling to breathe, I tuck myself back into my slacks as I watch them kiss. Mateo moves, pinning me to the balcony. I meet his hungry kiss, my hands clutching at Tomas as he slides between us. It is his tongue in my mouth next, his hands mussing my dark hair, his hard cock jerking against my stomach. Mateo’s hand is there suddenly, and with just a few strokes, he makes Tomas come. I argue that Mateo should come first, but he ignores it.

“I will tonight, baby. I am going to come so good tonight, watching you two play. I missed you, Enzo.”

Inside my chest, my heart rattles against my ribs. Cupping the back of his head, I pull him close, nodding. I missed him too. I miss them so badly whenever we’re apart. When we were in the military, we were always together, we refused to be sent on missions without each other. Now we go wherever our assignments take us. What he said earlier was so right.

It is time—time for us to choose what comes next in our lives.

We’ve got a home back in True Ridge, where I grew up. After we got out of the military, they came home with me. Nico’s call to get us up here to Seattle was meant to be temporary. That was five years ago. While we share a condo here, we’re rarely ever there. I want to go back home. If we can take more assignments, fine—but only if they’re together or very short.

I am tired of being apart. Tired of being so alone. I was alone before I met them but having them changed everything. Their bond broadened to let me in, but I crave something else. Something similar to what they share.

“I missed you, too,” I rasp throatily, still buzzing from the orgasm.

“No more, not after tonight. I promise,” Mateo hums, kissing me again. Tomas is there next, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my mouth.

“We will find her for us, Enzo. I can feel it—she will be at the club tonight.”

Just then, there is a crash and a thud outside of our space. Frowning, I break from the others as they check the party downstairs. Pushing the door open, I put a hand on the gun hidden inside my jacket. It might be a wedding, but I go nowhere without my weapon. I protect people, even if they are not my clients paying me to do so.

Standing in the doorway, I am stunned. Sitting in a mess of shattered champagne flutes, spilled caviar, and dark brown waves is the most stunning woman I have ever seen. Knelt on her knees in a tiny dress that shows off full, round tits, thick thighs in torn stockings, and wide hips, she is a vision.

Also, she is crying as she looks at the mess she just made.

“Oh hell. Double Dutch and motherfuck,” she mutters, pushing forward to start gathering up the mess.

Before she does, she sees me. Still on her knees, she gazes up at me with big, soft brown eyes, her dark hair framing her beautiful face. My heart rattles against my ribs again. Just the way it did moments ago for Mateo and Tomas. The way it has only ever beat for those two before. I clutch my chest, as if I can get my heart to stop beating the way it is, but of course I can’t.

“Holy hell,” Tomas mutters behind me. “Who is this?”

Blinking, I cannot form words. I cannot breathe. It....it can’t be, can it? Can we find her this way, outside of the club? Now, just moments after we said we would find her. It is impossible. Yet, as she stares up at me from her very suggestive position, I know better. Because I see it flicker in her eyes.

This is her. This is it. This pretty little mess is going to be ours.

“It's....holy hell, it’s her.”