Chapter Eleven
Luna
One should never ask for too much—but I am going to ask for everything.
Sitting tucked between two beautiful men, with a third one watching me with hungry eyes, I have found my place in the world. I might not make the best choices. And I have made plenty of messes in my life. But being at that wedding and then having the guts to go to Club Sin, happened because of my mistakes and my messes.
“I do not need this,” I repeat for the tenth time. Enzo smiles beside me, shaking his head as Mateo speaks for all three of my men.
“What you need it so learn that this is non-negotiable. Being ours means letting us take care of things. Including you. Which means we can spoil you however we damn well please. Full stop. End of discussion.”
Mateo winks at me as he says it though, so I know he’s not being harsh. He is very gentle with me, in fact. In the daylight, far from the club or their condo, they’re the sweetest, most attentive, kindest men I have ever known. I never believed I would find a man to treat me well—instead I found three of them.
“Shopping is a little…” I trail off as Enzo grabs my thigh gently.
“Deserved. You left behind our very favorite dress at your hotel. You left with a little backpack of things. Meaning you have no things. Not enough at least—and we’re going to see to it you never go without.”
Sighing, I turn to Tomas, snuggling to his side with a huff of a pout. They all laugh but they know I am giving in. After a lifetime of getting things from a man—namely, my father—that came with strings, I am apprehensive of letting them get me anything. But I see they won’t let this go.
Truth be told, I am sadly out of…things. When I left the hotel, I thought I would have to go running back to True Ridge to let my father take control of me once again. I figured I would take my time getting there. Take a long, winding road trip back with just my cat and my backpack.
This was a terrible plan for a lot of reasons. Firstly, being my proclivity for accidents. I wouldn’t have made it past Idaho without some sort of disaster befalling me. Second, if I had made my escape, I expect these three hulking men would have been hot on my tail.
“Where will we go first?” I wonder as the big SUV we’re in the back of pulls down a familiar street.
“Food. I have been craving Ramen for days, baby,” Tomas answers for everyone.
We pull down the teeming boulevard leading to University Village. At his mention of food, I recall it has been a few days since I had a proper meal. And it has been ages since I had a hearty bowl of Ramen. I give him a squeeze, celebrating his delicious idea and he laughs, dropping a kiss at my lips.
Enzo smiles at us but I feel a flicker of guilt. I am still getting used to being with all three of them. They kiss me whenever they want. Touch me anywhere they choose. I’ve spent the past two nights going between their rooms to make love and play their sexy little girl games that we all love. Still, in the light of day, it’s a bit harder to remember that they are all mine—and I am all theirs.
“Stop thinking about it, babydoll,” Enzo whispers gently, giving my thigh a squeeze. “We do not care what anyone thinks of us. It’s just us.”
Tilting my head back, I beam up at him because I have never felt so cherished in my life. It’s been just a few days with them, and I feel as if my life is a fairytale all of a sudden. I was broken, busted down, and bereft of anything worthy in my life. Once chance encounter and here I am.
A princess to three perfect princes who treat me like gift.
“Has no one ever gotten you a gift? Or a bunch of gifts?” Tomas teases as we park, and they begin piling out.
Waiting for them, as I have been told to do, I shake my head. Mateo holds his hand out and I take it, flushing as he helps me out and draws me close. I might still be getting used to things, but I am fast on the uptake. Mateo is the one in charge, on just about every level.
From paying bills to playing in the bedroom, Mateo takes the lead.
Tomas is the sweet, golden retriever, doling out affection.
Enzo is the overseer, his eyes always watching, noting anything or anyone that could bother one of us.
Mateo is truly the daddy. Tomas is his good boy, following his every command and loving the praise that is heaped on him. Tomas can take lead with me, but I sense being attracted to me is a surprised to him. Enzo also plays daddy with ease, commanding both me and Tomas when we play.
Together they make up the perfect boyfriend—three times over.
“Uh, no, not really. I mean as a little girl, my father would get me a doll for my birthday each year. I was never into dolls. He didn’t know or if he did he just didn’t care. Mother…well, she gave me heaping handfuls of verbal abuse whenever she had time for me.”
All three men stop walking, almost making me stumble over my own feet. Tomas and Enzo flank us and they round to face me. I cower under the gaze of all three men, unsure what I’ve done or said. They exchange a look between them. They often talk without words. I hope maybe one day I can be in on the conversation. Not yet, I suppose, too soon for that. Guess I will have to learn their language to get in on that.
“Wha-what…. what did I do?” I whisper, my voice sounding very little.
“Oh, babydoll,” Enzo moves, cupping my face in his big hands. “You could never do a thing wrong. We’re just…bothered by what you’ve told us about your childhood. They were never good to you?”
Flushing at the topic of my sad childhood, I shake my head. “They were never bad. Just…also never good. They wanted a child until they had one. I was more of an inconvenience than anything to them. My father…he uh, he is a man who demands control. Of me, of my mother, of the entire household. He made all the decisions, all of our choices. Even the dolls. I hated dolls. They seemed pointless to me.”
“What would you have wanted for birthdays as a little girl?”
Turning to smile at Mateo, I consider his question. “Uh…I guess stuffies. You know, plush little animals. They served a better purpose. You could talk to them. Hold them. Sleep with them. Plus, they were cuter.”
They do the talking-without-talking thing again and I almost laugh. I give a shrug of my shoulder to shake off the talk about my childhood. About the man and woman I barely ever knew. I never craved a bond with either of them. Or if I did, that craving faded a long time ago. Or did it?
“Do you think…do you think I like this…how we play, the games we play…because I never had a good father? Am I happy to call you daddy because I have daddy issues?”
Enzo laughs and nods his head, dipping his head to touch his forehead to mine. He brushes his lips over mine gently. “Yeah, it is part of it. We’ll take you just as you are, babydoll. Daddy issues and all.”
Beaming up at him, I let myself soak up the warmth in his eyes as they stare down at me. Tomas grins and bends to drop a kiss on my lips too. We’re out in the open, with plenty of eyes on us, but we don’t care. Enzo was right, this is just us. Nothing and no one else matters.
We will face judgment while we’re together. If we’re out, people might stare at us or wonder what we’re doing together. They might whisper behind our backs about the morality of it all. The wrong and right of us all being together. I don’t care. How could I care about any of that?
Being with them is the rightest I have ever felt in my life.
“Come on, little girl. We’re going to make up for a bunch of bad birthdays,” Tomas grins at me, taking my hand to lead me to the first store we reach.
Inside the designer store, they pull dozens of dresses, sexy tops, designer jeans, and the cutest shoes. No heels for me to risk hurting myself on. I try on a dozen pieced, giving them a little fashion show.
Going to the next store, they do it all over again. I am feeling spoiled and a little greedy. But they’re so pleased to be catering to me. It seems to make them happy to give me anything I please. Walking into one last store, my eyes flood with tears as a small piece of my heart is pieced back together.
“Stuffies,” I gasp as I take in the endless rows of adorable stuffed animals.
I am taken back to my childhood. Back when I would have given anything to feel what they’ve made me feel today. Cared for. Adored. I’ve had choices about everything today, but they’ve kept the control they need. It is this moment, standing in this store full of little bears, cute kittens, adorable elephants, and fairytale creatures, I can be just who I am.
These three men will take me just as I am, just as they said.
“Can I…could I maybe get a few? I know I am too old for them,” I stammer over my words, hanging my head a little because I feel silly.
“Babydoll,” Enzo husks gently, grasping my chin to lift my head. “You can have anything you want in this world. We’re here to see to that. Get one or one hundred little stuffies. Whatever you want, Luna.”
“Anything you want, sweetheart,” Mateo chimes in with a smile.
“Hell, I think I want that little dinosaur over there myself,” Tomas declares, taking my hand to lead me over to a stack of ancient creatures.
Tomas and I go through all the choices a half dozen times. He decides he is getting the dinosaur—an adorable T-Rex—and I grab a matching one because of course I do. I also get a large unicorn, a fluffy kitten with baby kawaii eyes, and a teddy almost as big as I am.
Sitting out in the sunshine at a tapas café, we talk about how we all grew up. Tomas has a good family who loved him but could never get right with his sexuality. Enzo was out on his own before he was sixteen, and Mateo lost his parents as a young boy. We all crave the familial connection we lost in one way or another.
“We’ve built a family together,” Mateo explains as he feeds me some delicious ceviche, laughing as I playfully nip at his fingers. “We said it earlier, it does not matter to us what anyone thinks about us. About our being together. It is no one’s business who I love or who I fuck.”
“Why would anyone care?”
“Everyone cares, babydoll,” Enzo says, his hand on my thigh as he pushes his big body close to mine. As if he can protect me from what he thinks everyone cares about. “They don’t care that we’re happy. That we’re good to each other, we protect each other, we love each other. They care that it’s not what they’re used to. It’s different. We do not fit inside the box they want to fit the world inside of.”
“Neither do I,” I declare, my chin going up. “I was a wealthy child, given the best of everything. I didn’t want any of it. I just wanted…well, I wanted this, I suppose. To feel for just a few moments as if I counted.”
“You count to us,” Mateo whispers, his eyes holding mine. “You’re a beautiful person, sweetheart. Bright, beautiful, and so brave. You came to that club to explore something you could be judged for. Came right inside of our world and threw us off kilter. We’ve not been the same since.”
Flushing at his praise, I dip my head again. I love to soak up their praise. Their kind words, the gentle “good girl” I get when I do whatever they want me to. Whether it be coming for them or letting them cater to me, they praise me enough to smooth the rough edges everyone else left me with.
“What comes next?” I wonder as we sip at ice cool martinis and bathe in the warm sunshine of a beautiful date.
“You come next,” Enzo teases, giving my thigh a squeeze as his fingertips brushes my panties. “I am going to eat you for dessert on the way home, babydoll.”
Before I can protest, not that I would because who would protest that, they’re on their feet. They gather up all the goodies they spent a small fortune on today, Mateo leading the way back to the waiting car. They tuck me in the back, Tomas giving me the fluffy unicorn I was thrilled to get.
We no sooner pull from the curb and Enzo is on his knees between my thighs, his face buried in my pussy. Beside me, Tomas and Mateo tear at my top, their mouths, their hands, their warm breaths licking at my skin, sucking at my nipples, marking my skin with their ownership of me.
Before we get back to the condo, they reduce me to a shuddering, shouting mess as they pleasure me over and over. Mateo scoops me up to carry me inside, going to the room they share together. Tucking me in as if I am truly their little girl, they each press a sweet kiss to my forehead.
“Get some rest, little moon. Going to need it tonight.”
“Yes, daddies,” I murmur as I drift off, clutching a plushie.
For the first time in a very long time, I dream of happiness. Of fairy tales and fantasy, all the things I stopped believing in a long time ago. These three men, they’ve made me believe anything can happen.
Even falling in love with all three of them at the same time.