Chapter Twelve
Parker
I ’m so sick of staring at hotel walls. The only time I get to leave the damn hotel is when we’re switching to another hotel. I wasn’t made for a life locked between four walls—even if the place is massive.
I wish I could figure out who the hell framed me so I can end all of this. It’s been going on for nearly a year now—ever since someone killed Rosalie Santiago and pinned it on me. Rosalie was the much-beloved wife of Santos Santigo, head of the Santiago Cartel. I might be a killer for hire, but even I know better than to take a hit against anyone in the cartel.
Let alone the head of the cartel’s wife.
No one has ever called me dumb before, but if I had done it, that’s exactly what it would’ve been—dumb.
I don’t know how these assholes got my damn fingerprint, but I hadn’t ever met Rosalie. Nor have I been to Columbia, where she was killed.
And yet, somehow it’s my name and face on the hit. It’s me that everyone is gunning for—not just for the money, but to get in Santos’s good graces.
Well, fuck them and fuck that.
I didn’t kill her, and I’m going to prove it before someone kills me. Somehow.
I just don’t know how yet.
Shaking my head, I throw myself back onto the bed. I know Cormac and Royce are worried about me—how can they not be after the incident with the razor.
I’d like to say I wasn’t trying to kill myself, but I don’t know if I was or not.
At the time, it felt like I was playing chicken with myself—trying to see how deep I could cut without killing myself.
Fuck.
I just don’t know.
I don’t want to die. I’m too young and haven’t lived my life to the fullest.
Plus, there is Cormac and Royce to consider. I love them. I have since I met them while the three of us were in the military together. I’d like to think I wouldn’t just give up on my life with them by killing myself, but the razorblade was in my hand and there was blood running down my wrist.
I don’t remember what happened.
I don’t remember going into the bathroom. I don’t remember picking up the razor blade. And I certainly don’t remember cutting myself.
But, clearly, I did.
It freaked out both myself and my lovers. One of them is now always with me, and if there’s a closed door between us, they’re constantly checking on me. I just don’t bother to shut the door anymore.
I don’t want to worry them. I hadn’t meant to worry them ever, but it’s clear that something is broken inside of me. I don’t know if it’s always been like this and the captivity has just made it come to the surface or if the captivity is what has broken me. What I do know is that I’m fucked in the head, and I don’t like it.
Rolling onto my side, I reach into the bedside table and pull out the picture I keep in there. It’s seen better days, but it’s the only picture I have of the three of us—me and my two best friends. I still remember the last day I saw them with crystal clear clarity.
Before that day, I would’ve said that I loved my dad and that he loved me. After that day, I realized neither of those things were true. I haven’t spoken to him since the day I graduated from the military school he sent me to.
He wanted me to go to college and take over the company from him. I wanted nothing to do with his hateful ass. He cut me off, so I did the only thing I knew of to take care of myself—I joined the Marines.
Military school has nothing on the actual military, in case you’re wondering.
While I was in the military, I started taking college classes. I went full-time when I could and part-time when I couldn’t. I only served four years before I was discharged. I was already with Cormac and Royce by then, and they were both enlisted for a bit longer so they sent me to finish my degree.
By the time Cormac was discharged, Royce and I had already started our own private security firm. And by private security, I really mean killers for hire. Not that we don’t do security work as well—at least we did until all this shit started—but our primary income comes from taking kill contracts.
Honestly, I love what we do, but we haven’t been able to do a damn thing since I’ve had to go into hiding. Because it’s not just me that had to go into hiding—it was Cormac and Royce too. Not just because they wanted to but because we’re known lovers and they’d go after the two of them to get to me.
So, here we are. All three of us have had to put our lives on hold because some asshole has pinned this murder on me. And I can’t fucking figure out who did it.
Running my finger over the picture, I wonder what happened to Mackenzie and Damon. I know I could’ve looked them up when I joined the military, but my focus was on my job and school. Then it was on school and the men I’d tied my life to. Then on starting our company, and now it’s too late. I can’t reach out to them when I’m on the run—it wouldn’t be safe or fair.
Maybe one day.
“Royce will be back soon.”
Glancing up, I find Cormac leaning against the doorframe. “I’m sorry we have to spend your fortieth birthday stuck in a hotel.”
Cormac storms across the short distance to the bed, kneeling beside it, and cupping my cheek. “It’s not your fault, Parker. I don’t know how many times we’ve had to tell you that. If you were the one who killed her, then you’d owe me an apology. But you’re a victim in all of this, too.”
“I guess.”
He scoffs, leaning over to brush his lips against mine. “No guessing. I’ll just keep telling you until you finally believe me.”
“Okay, Cormac.” Shaking my head, I know this isn’t an argument I’ll win. I know this because it’s far from the first time we’ve had it, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.
His mouth falls open before snapping shut. “We’re still going to celebrate my birthday tomorrow, but you’re the one getting a present tonight.”
“Why would I be getting a present?”
Cormac smirks as he stands, obviously not wanting to give me an answer.
He’s still just as handsome as he was the day I met him, back when I was just twenty. His brown hair has turned the sexiest shade of silver, while his trimmed beard is only threaded through with it. Behind the glasses I love so much, his hazel eyes dance with mirth. His shoulders are wide—though not nearly as wide as Royce’s—and he hasn’t let his body go since leaving the military.
None of us have. I’d almost argue we’re in better shape. That’s what happens when you have nothing else to do while staying in hotels. There’s lots of swimming and working out—only at night though. You never know who might have eyes inside the hotel. The last thing we need is my whereabouts being made known to the Santiago Cartel.
“Is Royce bringing the present?” I ask with a grin, finally sitting up. Now that I’m done checking out my love, I want to know more about what surprise they have planned for me.
“It’s really a present for all three of us,” he says, inclining his head for me to follow him as he steps into the main part of the suite.
Scrambling to my feet, I hurry after him as curiosity fills me. It’s been a little while since I’ve felt excited for anything, but it’s beginning to build within me.
“What kind of present is Royce bringing home at this time of night for all three of us?” I snicker. “Is he bringing us a prostitute?”
Cormac snorts as he settles on the couch. “Absolutely not.” Then he hesitates before shaking his head. “No clues for you. He just texted that he’s in the elevator, so you won’t have to wait much longer.”
I wonder what the hesitation was about, but I also know he won’t tell me anything he doesn’t want to. I’ll just have to be patient—not exactly my strong suit since I’ve been confined to hotels, but I can at least try.
“I’m gonna grab a beer. Do you want one?” I ask him as I lean against the back of the couch, running my hands through his thick hair.
He hums, leaning his head back so he can look up at me. “That feels nice. Sure, I’ll take a beer, but I want a kiss first.”
Grinning, I lean over and press my lips to his. He deepens the kiss immediately, his tongue trailing across my lips, and I open for him. Before we can get too lost in it, I pull away, only panting a little.
Cormac smirks up at me, and I fight to not roll my eyes—at least until my back is turned. What he can’t see won’t hurt me or my ass. I’m a fan of spankings, and Cormac has a firm hand, but I don’t approve of being spanked for rolling my eyes.
The door to the suite opens while I’m bent over grabbing beers.
“Welcome back, baby,” I call out. “I’m grabbing beers. Do you want one?”
“Sure,” he responds. “Why don’t you bring five? Assuming both of you like beer?”
I’m already reaching for the beers before his words register. He brought people over? I pull out five beers before freezing
“It’s not my favorite, but I won’t say no.”
That voice is so familiar, but there’s no way it’s who I think it is, right?
“I’d love a beer. Thanks.”
Spinning around, I almost drop the bottles in my hands as my eyes lock with the two people I’d been missing not that long ago.
“Parker?” They say it together and tears cloud my vision.
It is them.
“What? How?” I’m babbling, trying to remember how to make my feet move as I struggle to keep ahold of the beers in my arms.
“Here, let me help,” Cormac says gently, extracting the bottles from my arms.
I hurry across the room, throwing myself at Mackenzie and Damon as sobs wrack my body. Their arms wrap around me, Damon holding most of mine and Mackenzie’s weight as she cries with me. No one speaks as the two of us cry, Damon just holding us tight.
Finally, the tears stop, and I pull away to glance between my past lovers and my current lovers. “How?”
“With a lot of planning,” Royce says with a chuckle before he turns his attention to Mackenzie and Damon. “I want to apologize for pretending like I didn’t know who the two of you were. We wanted to surprise Parker.”
Damon grunts, his arm still around Mackenzie. “And who exactly are you to Parker?”
“Oh, Royce and Cormac—he’s the sexy man holding the beers—are my partners. Lovers. Boyfriends. Whatever you want to call them,” I tell them proudly, frowning when Damon and Mackenzie blanch at my words. “What’s wrong?”
“You could’ve told us you weren’t single before we went down on you in the limo,” Damon growls, looking beyond pissed.
Mackenzie looks at me, worry clear on her face. “I’m sorry, Park. We didn’t know.”
“What?” Shaking my head, I glance at Royce before turning back to them. “I think we need to start at the beginning, but based on what little I know, you’re here for all three of us. We sometimes bring others into our relationship. There’s no reason to apologize—unless you gave bad head?”
Royce chuckles. “That, they did not. Why don’t we all sit, and I’ll explain.”
I grab Damon and Mackenzie’s hands and lead them to the couch, sitting between them as Cormac passes out the beers before joining Royce on the loveseat across from us.
Listening to Royce explain about the auction—which I’m a little jealous I missed, but I’m also sworn to secrecy about—and how he managed to get both Damon and Mackenzie invites lead into a conversation about why they needed to be in the auction in the first place. More tears are shed as I realize all they’ve gone through without me by their sides, making me hate myself for not reaching out to them.
The tears turn to laughter when Royce tells us how he walked in on the two of them having sex in the dressing room and Mackenzie came as soon as her eyes locked with his. Apparently, we have a little exhibitionist on our hands—I approve. My cock swells as he tells us about the two of them giving him head in the back of the limo, and I’m man enough to admit I’m jealous as hell.
“You did all of this for me?” I ask, blinking back tears as I glance between my men.
“Not just for you,” Cormac reminds me. “My birthday is tomorrow, and we have plans for all three of you. But tonight? That’s just for the three of you. We want you to have time to catch up with one another and do whatever you want.”
I ignore his wink—or at least I try to. My dick doesn’t seem to get the memo as it perks up even more.
“Is this why you gave me the extra room?” I ask, eyeing my lovers.
Royce nods. “While we couldn’t be sure that either or both of them were selected for the auction, we hoped they would be and wanted you to have your privacy.”
I squeeze Damon and Mackenzie’s hands before standing and moving around the coffee table. I straddle Royce’s lap first, leaning in to kiss him before saying thank you. When I try to move to Cormac’s lap, Royce’s hands tighten on my hips, holding me in place as he pulls me in for another kiss.
His tongue strokes mine as he grinds into me, his cock hard and wanting. When he pulls back, he lifts me onto Cormac’s lap—not an easy feat considering I’m almost as big as he is. I might be the smallest of the three of us, but we’re talking half inches and maybe twenty pounds between us.
Cormac kisses me with the same intensity, and this time, it’s me grinding into him. I want nothing more than for the two of them to strip me bare and use me as their toy.
All thoughts of Mackenzie and Damon are wiped from my mind in a haze of heat and desire—until a whimper spills from Mackenzie. I tear myself away from Cormac, spinning on his lap to look at her. She flushes under the gaze of all four of us.
“Why is that so hot?” she finally mumbles, keeping her eyes locked with mine. I smile, turning to press one last kiss on Cormac’s lips before standing.
“It’s hot because we’re hot. Duh.” I yelp as both Cormac and Royce’s hands slap down on my ass. “What was that for?”
Royce lifts an eyebrow. “You know what it was for.”
I frown because I really have no idea, but then it dawns on me. “Because I said duh? Really?”
This time, it’s only Cormac’s hand that comes down on my ass, but it’s across both cheeks, and I yelp again. They don’t pull their blows when spanking me.
“I know you’re excited to see your friends,” Cormac says quietly, his hand rubbing gently across my ass. “But you know better than to sass us.”
Once again, I have to fight not to roll my eyes as I turn back to face them. “You’re right. I’m sorry, daddy. I’ll do better. Can we go to my room now?”
“Give us a kiss first,” Royce demands, and I’m bending over to kiss them before I even have a chance to register his words.
After giving them both a kiss, I turn back to Damon and Mackenzie to see them watching me. Mackenzie’s eyes are hooded as she licks her lips, her desire clear. Damon looks amused, but based on the tent in his pants, he’s turned on as well.
Lifting my eyebrows, I gesture toward my room. “Shall we?”
“Yes, we shall,” Mackenzie responds as both of them push to their feet.
“Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do,” Cormac calls over his shoulder as the three of us walk toward my room.
“Okay, daddy, we won’t,” Mackenzie calls back, winking at me over her shoulder.
I chuckle, shutting the door behind us. “You’re going to get in trouble teasing them like that.”
“Who says I was teasing?” she asks saucily. “Royce knows my kinks. They were read out at the auction—I have a daddy kink. Though, I guess I should ask if what you share is age play or just a daddy kink.”
“Not age play. Just the everyday daddy kink. I guess it shouldn’t be surprising considering my terrible relationship with my father.”
Damon scoffs. “Let’s not talk about that asshole.”
Mackenzie grabs my hand and squeezes. “You know that’s not what daddy kinks are all about, right? Yes, sometimes they can stem from daddy issues, but not always. I don’t have any daddy issues. Sometimes, we just like what we like.”
“I don’t have a daddy kink,” Damon says, smiling lazily. “But I don’t think I’ll mind in the least watching the two of you and your daddies, as you like to call them.”
I roll my eyes, leading Mackenzie over to the bed and lying down. I pat the bed, inviting Damon to join us. He climbs on and lays on Mackenzie’s other side—just like the old days. “That’s good because you’d have to watch it with me at least. As I’m sure you remember, I’m quite submissive in the bedroom.”
Damon’s smile only grows. “Oh, I remember. Both you and Mac. I’m not surprised you both ended up with daddy kinks, but I’m also not into being called daddy.”
“Dear god, can you drop it? We get it. You’re not into anything daddy-related.” Mackenzie rolls her eyes. “Parker, I want to know what you’ve been up to for the last ten years.”
Wincing, I’m unsure how much to tell them. I know I don’t want to tell them we’re on the run from the cartel, but I guess I can share the rest of it with them. So that’s what we do for the next few hours, catching each other up on our lives and how we’ve ended up here.
Unable to resist it any longer, I lean over and kiss Mackenzie and then Damon. “I’ve missed you—both of you—more than you can know.”
“I’m pretty sure we do know,” Mackenzie says quietly. “I’ve missed both of you, too. Not a day has gone by when I haven’t thought of the two of you.”
“That’s because we’re awesome.” Damon smirks. “I’ve missed you, too. When this weekend is over, we need to make sure we stay in touch. I can’t go back to not having both of you in my life.”
Mackenzie agrees, and I hum. As much as I want that too, I can’t make any guarantees. Not until we’ve cleared my name and taken the target off my back. But I don’t tell them that. I know I’ll have to, but I don’t want it hanging over us all weekend. I’ll tell them on Sunday.
That’ll give me time to talk to Royce and Cormac, so I can figure out just how much to tell them.
Mackenzie starts yawning then, and I lean over to flip off the bedside lamp. The three of us cuddle together, sleep just starting to pull me over when grunts and groans filter into the room.
I curse, my cock hardening again at the sound of my loves fucking.
“Is that—“
“Cormac and Royce? Yes.” I grind my teeth together, rolling onto my back before Mackenzie can notice my hard dick.
Only, I must not have been fast enough because she rolls toward me, her hand finding my cock instantly. “Here, let me help with that.”
Before I can even think of arguing, her mouth is on my cock while Damon’s mouth descends on mine. I hadn’t intended for the three of us to have sex tonight, but you won’t hear me complaining.