Chapter Seven
Enzo
Falling in love is easier than being in love.
When I met Mateo, I had never been with a man before despite my desires to try. Once I met him, it was not about trying things out. I think I loved him the first night we were together in that jungle in the darkness. It is impossible not to love Tomas. Despite his possessive nature, his penchant for pouting if he does not get his way, he is a beautiful soul who loves everyone.
From the moment I set sights on Luna, I knew she was next. The next person I would fall in love with. Falling in love is the easiest part. Being in love, staying with someone despite differences or struggles, that is the hard part. It is hard to please one person, to be good to one person. I have to please three people, be good to three people, and love three people.
There is no question I have the room to love each of them.
Cradling Luna against my body after the most intense lovemaking of my entire life, I am smiling. I am pleased. Sated and satisfied but hungry for more. I want to watch Mateo take her. I want to see her riding Tomas. I want to do a hundred different things with our little moon. First, I have to take care of her.
“Come here, babydoll,” I hum against her temple, pressing a kiss there. Her soft little body curves back against mine and I smile. We were not very gentle with her for her first time. I don’t think she would have wanted it any other way though. This is what she wanted. This is why she is our missing piece, the one that we have been waiting for.
“Be careful with her, baby,” Mateo husks, reaching out to brush her hair back from her face. “Poor little thing took us all like a champ. God, she’s beautiful. Look at her, baby,” he tells Tomas, nudging him as he nestles in Mateo’s arms.
Tomas lifts his head to look over our girl. For the first time, I see something different in his eyes. While we played, he was into it. Into her. He has never been into any of the women we’ve brought here. Now, he gazes at her as if she is a sweet little puppy he has been asking us for.
“She is. Enzo, she looks as if she belongs with you. You suit her.”
Grinning, I nod because he’s not wrong. We look good together. It’s not about how attractive I think I am or anything so vain. Together we just...we make sense. The same way he and Mateo make sense. All four of us together, it definitely makes sense. Bending, I kiss the top of her head again, playfully tweaking one of her stiff pink nipples.
“Behave. Aftercare first, Enzo.”
Shooting a look at Mateo, I flip him the bird because of course I am going to give her aftercare. It was not just her first time here at Club Sin. Not just her first time with multiple partners. It was her first time at all. Glancing down, I see the faint smudges of red on her thighs, on my own. Strangely, I do not want to wash it off me. It might be sick, but I’d love to keep the proof of taking her innocence on me as long as I can.
Scooping her up, I kiss Mateo and Tomas before I carry her to the en suite. Clutching me tightly, she cuddles up against my chest. I start a bath for her in the huge tub, making sure it is nice and warm. Dumping in my favorite scents, I climb in still holding her. Once we’re in the water, she stirs, blinking up at me with those huge eyes of hers.
Oh yeah, I’m falling in love with this one. No way to stop it.
“Hey little moon,” I whisper, brushing some mussed hair back from her beautiful face. “How you feeling? You hurt anywhere?”
“Hmm, yes. I hurt all over.”
Wincing, I kiss her forehead again, reaching for a washcloth. Gently I scrub at her face, at the mess Tomas made on her breasts, then move lower. As I swipe the cloth between her thighs, she stiffens, pushing at me to get away. I frown at her, pulling her back to settle her on my lap.
“Let me, Luna. We take care of our girls after we play. It’s called aftercare. I will give you meds if you need, a drink, put you in a satin robe. We will kiss your pretty pussy and these perfect tits, but we won’t fuck you again tonight. Not this time, babydoll.”
“Were all your girls.... virgins? Is that part of the kink?”
Blinking at the acid in her tone, I shake my head. I am confused. “No, Luna. Most we found here at the club. We’ve never brought a woman here. We told you that before, baby. You’re the first untouched we’ve ever had.”
Scrambling back off my lap again, she bows her head. I am more confused than ever. Dropping the cloth, I move to her instead of pulling her back to me again. Meet her in the middle, I decide. Something is bothering her, and I am suddenly sick at the idea that we took something she was not actually ready to give to us.
“Baby....Luna, did you want tonight? Did you use your safe word?”
“No. Yes, I mean...yes, I wanted tonight. I never needed the safe word. Don’t you remember.... I said sun. Nothing else. Just sun.”
Nodding as my dick jerks in the water at her little spitfire attitude, I grab her by the shoulders. Lifting her, I settle her, so she is straddling my lap. Her beautiful face twists up in pain and I ache with regret. Cradling her face in my hands, I force her gaze to meet mine. It is like a knife through the chest when I see tears in her big, honey brown eyes.
“Oh, baby. What is wrong? We hurt you, didn’t we? We took you too soon. It was your first night. We were bastards to take you too far too fast.”
“First night? You mean my only night,” she declares, squaring her shoulders as her chin lifts. Those words send another dagger into my heart.
Shaking my head, I scramble for what to say. How to tell her that this is not just another night of us getting our kicks. Not with her. Not even close. I reach for her again, but she stands out of the water, unsteady on her feet. I ignore how goddamn sexy she looks with the water and suds sliding down her perfect body. Standing too, I try to catch her before she gets out, but she pushes at me once again.
“Luna, will you please calm down. Come, here let me take care of my good little girl,” I demand, watching her ass sway as she stomps away, her wet feet smacking comically on the tile floor.
Whirling on me, her eyes are wild as she glares at me. My cock is hard, and her eyes go right to it. I want to demand she get over here on her knees like a good girl. Tell her to open her mouth and let me shove inside again. I almost do. Demand she come suck me off to get us back on track, but I can’t. Not when I see her chin wobbling as she fights back tears.
“Playtime is over, daddy,” she retorts, snatching a thick towel off the rack on the wall.
Cocking my head at her, I cross the distance, ripping that towel out of her hands. Taking it, I wrap it around her shoulders, dragging her wet body against mine. For a moment, she softens. It is just the two of us in our thoughts, accepting what we’ve been thinking about since we met, what we felt out there tonight. I am the first to break the silence.
“I have been waiting so long for you, Luna,” I whisper as I brush my lips over her brow gently. “I have been with Tomas and Mateo for a very long time. We’ve built a good life together. I love them very much. I love that life we built. It is just...incomplete. We want to complete it. Once I saw you at the wedding...I just knew. It was you. It is you, Luna.”
“No,” she bites out, pushing at my shoulders hard. “I made a huge mistake coming here tonight. I need to go. I came here for you. I need to go for me.”
“Please talk to me. Tell me what I can do to fix this.”
“There is nothing you can do. Nothing any of you can do. I have never let myself indulge in anything I wanted. I couldn't, if I wanted to have any sort of control over my own life. Now, I gave all that control to men I do not even know. It was stupid. Reckless.”
Confused, a swell of panic building in me, I step back. What have we done to her tonight? Taken a sweet innocent and dirtied her up. That is all we did. How could we have brought her here to this room if we wanted her to believe we wanted anything but a filthy fuck?
Someone has tried to control her before. Take away her choice. A father, an uncle, maybe a lover. Thinking of her with another man, any other man at all, makes my guts twist. I thought this was different, I said it was, but now I know it is. I have never cared about what any of the other women before her felt. What they felt deep in their heart, deep inside themselves.
“Luna, we do not want to take control of you. Not outside of the bedroom. That is just...it is just what works for us.”
“I understand,” she says it so softly, as if she knows she is about to break my heart. “I do understand you need that. I just...can’t be that. Not for you or Mateo or Tomas. Not for anyone at all.”
Those words echo off the tiles and marble of the bathroom. They sound so final. So definitive. There is no hesitation in her eyes. No doubt about the blow she is dealing me. Just hurt. Fear. A little regret, which guts me because I never want anyone who comes to Club Sin with us to regret it.
“Babydoll, please,” I reach for her, my voice raw, weak as I force the words past dry lips.
“Those rules...you said you had to abide by them. All of them?”
“Yes, of course. It is how this place remains a safe place for us.”
“Moon. Moon, Enzo,” she barely gets the words out before she rushes past me.
I cannot move. I can barely breathe. My vision is hazy, and I realize I am unsteady on my feet. Going to the vanity, I plant my hands on it, turning the tap on to splash some cold water on my face. My chest feels as if it is on fire. I claw at it, at the spot where my heart seems to slow to a dull thud.
Mateo’s voice reaches me, but I cannot make out what he is saying. I don’t even care. Well, of course I care. But I can’t figure out how anything he has to say right now can matter. I see him in the mirror behind me, his eyes catching mine in the reflection. My eyes are red rimmed, and I am shaking.
“She’s gone,” I croak before I smash my fist into the mirror, so I don’t have to see my sad reflection or his disappointment looking back at me.
“Enzo, calm down baby,” Mateo is at my side, Tomas beside me too.
“No. No, I won’t. We can’t...we can’t go after her. We were selfish bastards tonight. Too greedy for our get-off that we didn’t find out a damn thing about her.”
“Oh, I know everything about her, love,” Tomas tells me, grasping my shoulders roughly, forcing me to face him.
“What does that even mean? What do we know about her?”
“Just as I said: we know everything. I know who her father is, her hot mess of a mother, where she went to school, where she grew up. We just don’t know how to find her yet. I tracked everyone down besides an old roommate.”
“What I am hearing is we have to find that roommate. Because we’re sure as hell not going to let her just walk her pretty ass away from us.”
Glancing at Mateo, I shake my head. It doesn’t matter if we used our connections to find out names or places. We never took the time to find out a damn thing about her. About how she takes her coffee or if she likes to dance. None of us know the things that matter. All the little things that make her who she is.
Because we’ve never tried to find those little things out about anyone else before. Not since we came together have we ever tried. Here at Club Sin, we scratch an itch. We don’t need to know anything beyond their safe word, how long they take to recover, or the sort of aftercare they need.
“No. We can’t go hunting her down. Luna is not an assignment.”
“Of course she is no assignment. She is our final piece. The last part of us we’ve been looking for all this time. I am not giving up on her. Which means none of us will. We do this together, like we do everything else.”
“Luna does not want this. To be controlled. To be used.”
“Oh, baby,” Mateo coos gently, coming close, cupping the back of my head. “Our sweet moon needs to be controlled. What she doesn’t want is someone who wants to fix her mess. We don’t want to fix her mess. We want her as messy as she wants to be because her mess is fucking beautiful.”
Huddled together with the men I trust with everything, the men I love with my entire soul, I nod. That is what drew us to her that night at the wedding. Her peering up at us with those baby girl eyes, right in the middle of a mess she made. As if she was asking us to accept her with her mess. I love her mess—Mateo is right, it is fucking beautiful, and we won’t fix it.
All we want is to be part of her mess