8
C ruz turned the water off, stepped out of the shower, and grabbed his towel. After grabbing his lotion, he entered his bedroom and found Paetyn pulling open one of the bedside table drawers. Cruz went to his dresser and grabbed a pair of black boxer briefs.
“Is this the only box of condoms you have?” Paetyn questioned, and Cruz looked over his shoulder.
“No, there’s a box in the other drawer, and I think there’s a box in one of the bathroom drawers.” Cruz returned his attention to his dresser, pulling out a pair of socks.
He removed his towel and dried the remaining water droplets before pulling on his boxers. He grabbed the lotion he’d set down and sat on the ottoman as Paetyn entered his bathroom. Pulling his socks on, he lifted a brow when the other man returned with the half-empty box, tossing it on the bed before looking through the other bedside table drawer. Cruz was pretty sure there was only one condom in that box.
“Where’s your wallet?” Paetyn then asked, and Cruz nodded towards his dresser. Paetyn went through his wallet, pulling out the two condoms inside it. “And these are all you have?” he inquired.
“Along with the box in my playroom, yes,” Cruz responded as he began to rub lotion onto his body. “What are you doing, anyway?”
“I’m replacing them.”
“That’s probably a good idea. I’m sure they’ve expired since I haven’t put my dick in anything in the last nine months.”
Saying it out loud almost felt as if it physically made his dick hurt. Cruz was aware that he could have. It was simply that his dick wouldn’t respond to anyone but the woman they were taking out tonight. It always seemed to happen that way when they got into an exclusive relationship and found a woman they would both be with. Once he’d made up his mind, his dick seemed to get the memo and act accordingly. That was also a bad thing because if she had turned them down, it could take him months before he’d be able to fuck someone.
“They’re not expired,”Paetyn informed him.“Erin has a latex allergy, so I’m replacing them with lambskin. It isn’t severe, but…”he trailed off, leaving the rest of the statement open. He assumed Paetyn learned this when she’d done his tattoo. She would have used gloves without it.
“But we don’t want her uncomfortable in any way,”Cruz finished. “I say we skip the condoms,”he tacked on, only half-joking.
Paetyn shook his head. “You know we don’t make that decision.”
Cruz was aware. They’d always let their partners decide the form of contraception they used. If condoms weren’t their chosen method, they’d all go together, get tested, and go from there. When they were in their poly-monogamous relationship, they didn’t mind if their partner wanted to use a different form of birth control instead. However, that almost backfired on them once.
Cruz chose a cologne, spraying it on as Paetyn gathered the boxes and headed for the door. “We need to leave in less than an hour.”Filtered from the hall back into his bedroom.
Cruz walked into his closet, looking over the clothes for something to wear. They were taking Erin out and decided to take her to The Pits , one of Paetyn’s restaurants. The laid-back atmosphere would be perfect for her to ask questions. It would give them privacy but still allow them to be around people in case she was uncomfortable.
He pulled a pair of light-washed jeans from their hanger before grabbing a white button-up shirt. Turning to the other side of the closet, Cruz took a pair of sand-colored suede loafers from one of the racks and walked back into his bedroom.
Once he was dressed, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and thetop two buttons were undone; Cruz grabbed his wallet and left his bedroom. He went down the stairs to wait on Paetyn.
He didn’t have to wait long before the other man descended the stairs dressed in a thin gray sweater and dark jeans that he’d rolled to the top of his brown leather boots. They exited the house, got into Paetyn’s car, and headed towards the city.
“When are you and Nik signing the papers for the building?”Cruz questioned when they’d been driving for about fifteen minutes.
“Tuesday,”Paetyn responded. We should also start looking for equipment and décor. We only have about three weeks to finish everything before her birthday, and I want everything done on time.”
Cruz nodded, even though he knew Paetyn wasn’t looking at him. He didn’t anticipate them having any issues with getting it done unless things they ordered were delayed. They would make sure they had a backup plan in that event.
Cruz knocked once they reached Erin’s apartment, and they only had to wait a moment before the door opened. Cruz placed his hands on the doorframe to keep them from grabbing her when it did.
“Fuck,”Cruz groaned out lowly.
“I’m being tested,”Paetyn stated at the same time.
She stood in front of them in a short red satin robe that slipped open as she opened the door, revealing the black lace panties she wore underneath it…and nothing else. Erin was tying the sash back, and Cruz was aware they’d only gotten a brief glimpse, but it felt as if it lasted much longer.
“I’m sorry,”she stated, stepping aside to let them in. “I went out looking for a supply shop earlier and got turned around. So, I’m running a little behind.”
Cruz knew she was talking; her lips were moving, but all he could think about was ripping that fucking robe off of her and making her their dinner instead. At times like these, he was reminded that at some point, Paetyn was a monk in a past life, as the other man spoke.
“It’s no problem, Angel. Take your time.”
Erin nodded at them. “I just have to get dressed. Give me ten minutes,”she requested as she headed down the hall.
Cruz watched her go and hadn’t realized he’d been following her until he felt Paetyn’s hand on his shoulder. He turned to look at him.
“Trust me, you aren’t the only one,”Paetyn told him. “But let’s try to at least get through the night first.”
Cruz thought over Paetyn’s words and smirked at the other man. Years ago, he’d learned that it was often what Paetyn didn’t say and not always what he said. He wanted them to get through the night, but once that was over, Cruz could have what he wanted if consent was given. What he knew Paetyn wanted as well.
They sat on the couch as they waited for Erin. While they did so,Cruz decided to find a tattoo chair supplier and bookmarked a couple of them so he could read their reviews later and research the quality of their products.
When Erin returned to the living room, she wore jeans with rips at the knees and a long-sleeve black shirt that she’d tucked into them, leaving half the buttons undone. Her hair was pulled up the way it had been when she’d opened the door, pieces pulled down on either side of her face. Cruz felt his dick stir the same way it had when she’d answered the door.
He’d long ago come to accept that it didn’t matter what she wore; his response would always be the same because there was nothing she could put on that she wouldn’t look perfect in.
“I’m ready,” she announced.
Cruz stood as she approached, placing his phone in his pocket. “You look edible,”he told her with a smile, and Erin laughed.
“He isn’t wrong,”Paetyn stated. “But you look beautiful, Angel.”
“Thank you. Both of you,”Erin responded.
Paetyn led them out of the door, and Erin stopped to set the alarm and lock it. They’d only made it a couple of steps down the hall when Cruz felt her slip her hand into his. He laced their fingers together and glanced down at her as they approached the car.
Cruz opened the passenger side door and gestured her in before entering the back seat behind her. The ride to The Pits would take a little over half an hour. So, Cruz leaned back in his chair, listening to soft music filtering throughout the car.
W hen they pulled into the restaurant’s parking lot, Erin realized they’d driven a while to get there. It wasn’t like she had to get up and go to work early or at all the next day, so she didn’t mind. Since they’d brought her, Erin assumed they didn’t mind either, though the same couldn’t be said for them.
Cruz opened her door, and Erin took his hand, helping her out of the car and intertwining her fingers with his. Paetyn came to their side, and after a brief hesitation, she looped her arm through his. Erin wasn’t sure if they were supposed to keep their relationship under wraps for the moment since it was still hot off the presses. But neither of them said anything, and they headed towards the entrance.
The outside of the building was nice, but there wasn’t much to it other than the name on the building. Two long horizontal windows on either side of the door were high, so you couldn’t see what was inside.
Paetyn pulled the door open, and Erin removed her arm from his as she walked inside, pulling Cruz with her. She’d only taken three steps into the restaurant before she halted. The space was beautiful. The back and left walls were made entirely of glass, and she felt as if she were outside. You could tell it was a restaurant, but something else about it took Erin a minute to put her finger on. When she finally did, she nodded.
“A beautiful restaurant with a lounge feel. That is ingenious,”she stated. “So many restaurants would have more business if they adopted this strategy. I’m sure it’s hard to balance correctly, but it would be worth it for them to try.”
“Mr. Silva, Mr. Adair. I see you’ve brought beautiful company with you tonight,”the hostess said, walking up to them. Your table is ready as always, and I’ll let the server know you’re here.”She turned to leave but stopped. “Oh, the kitchen implemented the new desserts this week as instructed.”
Erin turned to look at Paetyn, who stood on her left when she walked away. “And you own the restaurant. Of course. How did I not put that together?”she questioned with a shake of her head. Erin then smiled at him. “But I meant what I said.”
“Thank you, Angel,”Paetyn responded, taking her hand in his, and Erin followed him as he led the way to their table.
Two long fire pits ran the expanse of the restaurant, and she could feel the warmth of one from where she was settling into the soft cushion of the couch. There was greenery around that Erin was sure was fake; lights twinkled throughout them. Now that she was sitting and looking around, she vaguely remembered Chayse telling her about one of Paetyn’s restaurants that Nik had taken her to. Still, it had been a year ago, so she hadn’t put it together immediately upon entering.
Erin was sure they hadn’t been seated a minute when their server appeared, menus in hand. He handed them out and asked if they were ready to order drinks or needed more time.
“Will you come back in five minutes, Frankie?”Paetyn requested.
“Of course, Mr. Silva.”With that, the young man walked away.
Erin opened her menu and looked it over. Everything sounded so good; the short descriptions given under each dish were like stories to entice her taste buds. By the time Frankie returned with three glasses of water, she’d narrowed it down to three things.
“What can I get you to drink?”Frankie inquired.
“Can I have a Caipirinha, please?”Erin requested.
“I’ll take a Scotch, rocks,”Cruz ordered.
“You can make that two, Frankie,”Paetyn tacked on.
“Of course. Are you ready to order, or do you need more time?”Frankie questioned.
Erin knew that she could ask for more time to decide, but she also knew she could try the other two dishes later. So, she placed her order and handed the menu back to Frankie. Erin leaned back into the cushion, taking in more of the restaurant’s décor as Cruz and Paetyn gave their orders. Her head volleyed between them because they’d ordered the other two dishes she’d been looking at.
“Did you order those because I was looking at them?”she questioned once they were alone again.
“If we did?”Cruz inquired.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“At some point, Angel, you’re going to realize that we’re going to do several things that you don’t think we have to. We know that we don’t. We’re doing them because we want to,”Paetyn told her.
“Why do you call me that?”
“Because it’s the way I plan on treating you.”
“Which is ironic, really,”Cruz spoke, pulling her attention to him. “Because we’re going to treat you as anything but an Angel behind closed doors when you’re ready. You’ll feel far from angelic.”
Erin licked her lips because she understood exactly what he meant, and his words caused heat to stir in her stomach. She believed him because his eyes spoke of everything he could and would do if she let him.
“He isn’t wrong,”Paetyn added.
Picking her glass of water off the table, Erin took a sip before placing it back down. She needed to change the subject because it had been far too long since she’d had something other than her fingers or a toy now and then to get her off. If the topic kept on the current track, she would ask them to take her to the nearest bed and show her all those things Cruz’s eyes, Paetyn’s voice promised.
Erin didn’t want to just tumble into bed with them. Yes, she’d had one-night stands before, but this was different. She knew them and had gotten to know them over the past two years, specifically the past few months. She didn’t know them in this capacity, the role of dating them, and she wanted to before she slept with them because Erin knew herself well.
“So, Paetyn, how many restaurants do you own?”
“Twenty-four,” he responded.
“Where are they located?”
“Three in the city, this one, eight in surrounding cities in Colorado, two in New York, two in Las Vegas, three in Los Angeles, one in Chicago, one in Atlanta, and two in Paris.”
“Paris as in France?”Erin questioned, and Paetyn nodded. “Wow. It has to be hard managing that many restaurants.”
“I handpick and train all my chefs before opening, and I have some talented and dedicated general managers,”Paetyn responded. “Construction, pre-opening, and the first few months after an opening are hectic, but I can leave it to my team once I’m satisfied. I do make surprise check-ins.”
Erin nodded, turning her attention to Cruz. “You’re working on some new software. How is it going?”
“Something seems out of place, but I can’t figure it out. Everything looks good; it works right, but I know there’s something,”Cruz responded.
“Have you tried stripping it apart and looking at each, what are they called, lines separately? Is that a thing you can do?”
Cruz looked at her for a moment, and Erin wondered if what she said didn’t make any sense or if that was what someone usually did in a situation like that, and she’d suggested it like it hadn’t crossed his mind.
“Yes, I can do it, but Ihaven’t.I’m not sure why. Thank you, Ma?y.”
“You’re…welcome?”Cruz raised a brow at her because she’d formed it like a question. “I thought I wasn’t making sense, the way you paused.”
Cruz shook his head. “No, it’s just that I don’t usually talk work, at least the software side, with women I’m dating. It tends to bore them.”
“I’m not the other women you’ve dated,”she informed him, turning her attention to Frankie, who’d just returned with their drinks.
Erin took a sip of hers, telling Frankie it was delicious when he asked before placing it on the table. She’d been stalling in her questions, unsure if she wanted to do so now or wait until after they’d eaten. However, Erin figured the present was as good a time as any.
“So, you said the first woman you dated together was an accident. How did that happen?”
“After we slept together, we both stayed in contact with her and took her out. We knew we were doing it, and she’d told us both as well, but it didn’t bother us,”Cruz responded.
“For a while, it was just us doing things with her individually, being with her individually, but then we started going out together, which turned into sleeping together. Everything seemed to fit into place,” Paetyn added.
“How did you end up breaking up?”
“It’s tiring for any woman to deal with the sex drive of young men. So, dealing with two simultaneously got overwhelming, and people like to talk and have opinions on what others do, and she couldn’t deal with their judgment after a while,”Paetyn supplied.
“We both figured it happened, and it was done. So, we returned to what everyone considers normal dating, but it never really worked out,” Cruz told her.
Erin nodded. She could understand how other people’s opinions may have affected their first relationship. They’d all been young; sometimes, it was easier to fold under scrutiny. Erin firmly believed in people who didn’t mind their business being put in their place. She also didn’t let people’s opinions affect her because they weren’t doing anything for her, and she didn’t depend on them to live.
“Will you switch seats with me?”she asked Cruz.“I want to be able to look at you both without being between you.”
Erin switched places with Cruz, not sitting directly where he’d been but moving slightly further down on the L of the sofa to look at them both.
“Tell me something you would prefer I didn’t do,”Erin requested. Cruz lifted a brow at her as Paetyn ran his finger over the beard of his extended goatee.
Erin was reminded that she’d never been attracted to facial hair on men until she’d laid eyes on both of them. They both had an extended goatee, which they kept nicely manicured. Cruz’s wasn’t as thick as Paetyn’s, and she’d notice that the latter would allow it to grow in during the colder months and thin it out when it began to get warmer.
“So, as an example, but I mean it, I don’t want you comparing me to other women you’ve dated. I understand that it may happen mentally, but don’t tell me.”
“Apologies, Ma?y,”Cruz stated. “We can do that, but we need you to do the same.”
“Don’t try to play us against each other,”Paetyn stated.
Erin felt as if that was a given. You couldn’t be in a relationship like they started and think doing something like that wouldn’t hurt the foundation you were building. She couldn’t fathom someone willing to tear apart something they wanted to be a part of, someone pulling the rug from under their own feet. However, she knew it’d happened to them before because Paetyn felt it necessary to bring it up.
“I wouldn’t do that,”Erin responded.
“In any aspect, Angel.”
Erin knew what it meant to play them against one another, but she wondered if Paetyn included something else under that category. She would rather ask now than find out later, having done whatever it was.
“You mean if I ask you to do something….”Erin trailed off.
“And I say no. Don’t throw it in my face that Cruz would have done it,”Paetyn told her.
“That wouldn’t happen. There isn’t a scenario where I ask either of you for something that you tell me no. So, we don’t have to worry about that,”she said with a smile, and both men chuckled. “But let’s say I ask you for something, and you tell me you don’t have time because no is not an option, and I then ask Cruz.”
“That’s fine, Ma?y. We’re speaking more in terms of trying to use that as a weapon against us.”
“Idon’t need that as a weapon,”she smirked at them. “I have my own.”
Frankie returned with their food, placing the plates in front of them. Cruz grabbed Erin’s plate, switching it with his. He slid closer to her on the couch before grabbing her waist and lifting her, sliding her over him and back to her original spot.
“We can talk more about it after we eat,”Paetyn told her, and Erin nodded in agreement. She was okay with that.
P aetyn leaned back in his seat and drank his scotch. They’d finished dinner, bypassing dessert, and now they were sitting, he and Cruz, waiting to answer Erin’s other questions.
They’d moved her back between them to make it easier for her to try whatever she wanted from the dishes they’d ordered. As Frankie took them away, Erin switched places with Cruz again.
“What’s the average length of your relationships?”Erin questioned when Frankie left the table.
“About two and a half years,”Cruz responded.
Paetyn nodded in agreement. Their shortest relationship had been in college, their first one, and lasted almost a year and a half. In contrast, their longest had been about four and a half years. The others fell in between there.
“Do you mind telling me why they ended?”Erin questioned. “Other than the first one.”
The last couple ended because they thought it was a good idea to try playing them against one another. It was the reason Paetyn had brought it up when Erin asked if there was something they didn’t want her to do.
If there was nothing else, there was that. It wasn’t as if it hadn’t happened to them before to a minor degree, but the last two had seemed to begin making a sport out of doing so. As if the thought of him and Cruz fighting for their attention or trying to one-up the other was the entire reason they were in the relationship, and Paetyn honestly wouldn’t doubt it.
Neither believed in fighting for attention because if you were in a relationship, it meant you were willing to give it. The two weren’t na?ve enough to think that it wouldn’t take a little time for whoever they were dating to find a balance, but it would all be fine once they did.
“A couple because they seemed to think Cruz and I should compete. The others because it can be complicated and get a bit overwhelming. Everything seems fine when you’ve fallen into a pattern or comfort, but it can begin to seem suffocating,”Paetyn responded.
“Any relationship can be complicated and overwhelming if you’re unwilling to work to ensure it isn’t. I understand that this situation could be even more so. Dealing with two different personalities, confronting and comforting two different types of anger, dealing with two sets of emotions, two sex drives, remembering what one likes that the other dislikes. It can all be hard, but I’m sure if I came to you, asked your preferred approach, or told you when I felt unsure, you wouldn’t just blow me off.”
Erin was right. They could work on it together if she talked to them about it. They never purposely intended to overwhelm anyone they dated, and Paetyn firmly believed in communication. So, if she told them, they could get it worked out. That was not what happened in the past. Bags were just packed, a text was sent, or a call was made, and that was the end.
“Exactly,”Cruz responded. And if you need space or time to yourself, we’ll give it to you because we aren’t under the assumption that you’ll never need it.”
“Speaking of anger,”Paetyn started. “When you’re upset, direct it where it needs to go. We’re in this relationship together, but we’re two different people,”he stated, gesturing between himself and Cruz.“So, when you’re mad at Cruz, be angry at him. Don’t make us pay for each other’s mistakes.”
Cruz turned to look at him with a raised brow. “Why do you say it like she’s only ever going to be upset with me?”
“It was just an example,”Paetyn responded with a smirk, and Erin laughed.
“I’ll be sure to do that,”she replied.
For the next forty-five minutes or so, they answered any questions she had. Paetyn was pleasantly surprised by them. They’d only dated one other woman who wanted to sit down and talk about the relationship they were entering into. They hadn’t had a conversation in college, but they’d been young and letting things fall into place. The rest only had one or two questions, and they referred to sex. They’d now fallen into small talk.
“What are you doing this weekend?”Paetyn listened to Cruz’s question.
“I’m going to a tattoo convention in Santa Fe. I’m driving out Friday afternoon and returning after it’s over Saturday.”
“That’s a six-hour drive,”Paetyn stated.
“Yeah, but that isn’t too bad,”Erin responded before sipping her drink.
“What time do you want to leave Friday?”Cruz questioned. “I’ll have my pilot file a flight plan, and you can take my plane.”
“You don’t have to do that; I’m fine driving.”
“Three o’clock it is then,”Cruz responded, picking up his second glass of scotch, and Paetyn watched as Erin cut her eyes at him.
“It’ll be late when the convention ends, I’m assuming, and driving six hours afterward isn’t safe,”Paetyn said, wanting her to see where they were coming from.
“I’ve driven longer distances afterward before,”Erin informed them.
“You also weren’t ours before, either,”Cruz countered.
Paetyn watched Erin look between them, taking a drink from her glass and shaking her head.
“Are the two of you going to do this often?”
“Take care of you? Yes,”Paetyn replied.
“I don’t need you to take care of me.”
Paetyn listened to her words. She didn’t need them to take care of her. She was right, and they all knew it. However, the fact that she’d said need and not want let Paetyn know that she indeed wanted them to take care of her in some aspect. This just wasn’t it. He hated to break it to her, but giving and doing was how they showed their affection, coupled with the usual.
“We’re aware, but we like to. Let us, please,”Paetyn requested. “You flying is for your safety.”
After a moment, Erin sighed. “Fine. Thank you.”She then turned her attention to Cruz. “Speaking of safety, you still need to show me where to put my billing information.”Erin grabbed her purse and pulled her phone out.
“No,”Cruz responded. When Erin looked at him as if she was going to protest, he spoke again. “Refer back to the conversation you just had with Paetyn.”
“Cruz,”she protested, holding her phone out to him. “Show me.”
“Is this a trait you, Alijah, and Chayse share?”Cruz questioned. “This prejudice against letting your men take care of you because they want to? Because they can afford to?”
“Fine, I’ll just figure it out myself,”Erin countered.
Paetyn watched Cruz smirk at her. “You won’t. I disabled that feature on your profile. That’s why you couldn’t find it.”
Erin glared at Cruz briefly before dropping her phone back into her purse. She leaned back and looked between them again. “So, what are the two of you doing this weekend?”
“Idon’t think we have plans other than our bi-weekly game,”Paetyn responded.
“I could occupy your Sunday if I wanted?”she questioned.
“You can occupy whatever day you want,”Cruz informed her.
Erin smiled at them, and the three finished their drinks before Paetyn placed enough cash on the table to cover their bill and a tip for Frankie. He could tell that Erin wanted to protest, but he raised a brow at her. Instead, she handed him her clutch before taking his other hand and reaching back and grabbing Cruz’s.
Paetyn would admit this was new, but he liked it. It usually took a bit longer for someone they were in a relationship with to initiate physical contact between either of them and even longer for both of them at the same time. In the beginning,they were often the ones making it happen.
He led the way out of the restaurant and to the car. She released his hand, going around to the passenger side with Cruz. When they were in the vehicle, Paetyn handed her clutch to her.
The drive back to her apartment was filled with more conversation, and Erin and Cruz debated whether a little black car that passed was a Beetle since she’d pinched him and Cruz when she saw it. It wasn’t, but Paetyn wasn’t going to burst her bubble.
The three approached her front door when they pulled into her building’s parking lot. Erin unlocked it before turning to look at them both.
“Since this was technically a date, this now makes it the part where you kiss me.”
Paetyn found himself chuckling along with Cruz. But it didn’t last long, as Erin grabbed the sides of Cruz’s shirt, rising slightly on her toes. Cruz leaned down to meet her, and Paetyn watched as she kissed him softly. Once, then twice, biting Cruz’s lower lip before pulling back.
When she pulled away, his friend went to grab her back, but Erin sidestepped him, closing the distance between herself and Paetyn. She placed her hands on his shoulders, and Paetyn leaned down to meet her. Her lips pressed against his is what he imagined clouds felt like. When she pulled back, she ran her tongue along Paetyn’s bottom lip, and before she could move away, he placed his hands on her waist, Cruz coming to stand at her back, boxing her in.
“You’re playing with fire, Ma?y,”Cruz informed her.
“You’re overestimating our patience, our control. It’s damn near non-existent because we’ve been using it to keep from taking you on the nearest surface every time we’ve seen you over the past year,” Paetyn told her.
Erin’s breath hitched as he raised one hand to run down the contour of her neck while Cruz’s hand went to the opening of her shirt and moved upward. Their hands bypassed one another, taking the trail the others had already traveled.
“You didn’t make it easy on us,”Cruz told her as he gripped her chin, tilting her head back against his shoulder.
Paetyn wanted nothing more than to undress her slowly. To give her a taste of what he’d been through the last year and a half, but he wouldn’t. Starting their relationship off by having her on bed rest for a couple of days was not what he wanted because he knew it was exactly what would happen. However, he’d allow her to make the choice. Because if she asked them to, they’d give it to her.
“Tell us goodnight,”Paetyn said. “Or…”He let the option hang in the air but ensured the implication was clear by undoing one of the two exposed, closed buttons on her shirt.
“I…I,”Erin’s eyes met Paetyn’s before she looked up at Cruz and bit her lower lip. She wanted to. Paetyn could tell, but she’d have to say it and consent to it. “Goodnight.”
It came out on a breath like she’d had to force herself to say it, and Paetyn gripped her chin, pecking her on the lips softly. “Goodnight, Angel.”
He took a few steps back, allowing her to breathe in something other than their cologne. Cruz turned her, kissing her also.
Paetyn watched her open the front door and pause briefly before going inside. She turned to look at them, and he wondered if she’d changed her mind.
“Goodnight,” she stated again, and he knew she was more reaffirming to herself than them.
“Goodnight,”they responded in unison, and Erin closed the door.
“Our little tease is going to give me blue balls,”Cruz spoke on the way back to the car.
Paetyn agreed, and she’d definitely been teasing them. He was sure it wasn’t anything they couldn’t handle for now. However, their small amount of control would wane, and when it did, they’d be apologizing to her for days for the way they’d have her sore.