Chapter 6 Alessa #2
It isn’t unknown in the Mafia world for a family of mostly men to share a woman; it happens more than you think. Polyamorous relationships are common for made families, like the one I have with the guys. None of us are related by blood, but they are still my family.
Two hours fly by before Gage cautiously sticks his head back in. “Do you have weapons?”
“Step into the room and find out.”
He walks in with a grin, popping them damn dimples out. “You wouldn’t hurt me.” He falls into the chair with a sigh. “I’m bored.”
“Go flirt with one of the girls,” I tell him, gesturing towards where my bar manager, Gia, and one of my bartenders, Katie, are taking stock.
He wrinkles his nose. “Not feeling it.”
I clutch my chest. “Gage, isn’t feeling flirty?” I lean up on the desk. “Are you okay? Did they turn you down?”
“I don’t get turned down.”
“You did, didn’t you?” I laugh.
“No.” He stands up and rounds the desk behind me, leaning down beside my ear. “I said I don’t get turned down. I just don’t want to flirt with them. I have someone else in mind.”
I roll my eyes, even though he can’t see me. “Okay. Go find them, then.”
He places his hands on the arms of my chair, bringing him even closer. “I did,” he whispers in my ear.
I jerk my head over my shoulder to look at him. Wrong move. It puts my lips within kissing distance of his. They’re so close that if I lick my lips, I will touch his. His eyes shoot to my lips and then back to my face.
“What are you doing?” I ask huskily. Why does my voice sound like that?
He spins my chair to face him, bracing his hands back on the arms of the chair. Mine are locked in my lap. “You told me to go find someone I want to flirt with, and that’s what I’m doing.” He leans down and runs his nose up my neck, under my hair.
Gage flirts shamelessly with everyone, me included, but never like this.
“You smell so good,” he groans.
“Why are you fucking with me?” I whisper. It’s just cruel after what he put in my head and then doing this, knowing what happened with Ryder.
“I’m not fucking with you, Pretty girl,” he murmurs against my neck, kissing where my pulse is beating wildly out of control. Pretty girl? “When I said you didn’t have to choose, I meant me too.” I know I should push him away, but something holds me still.
Okay, he has to be fucking with me now.
“You feel that?” he kisses my pulse point again. “Your heart hammering out of control? Mine’s doing the same thing.” He jerks my hand from my lap and presses it against his fast-beating heart. “That’s what it does when you walk into a room.”
“Stop,” I whisper, closing my eyes, blocking out his hypnotizing ice-blue eyes.
“Why?” he whispers in my ear, making me shiver. “I’ve wanted this for years. I want to know how those lips feel against mine, how soft your naked skin is sliding against me, how good you smell this close.” He inhales into my hair, still whispering into my ear. “How good that pussy tastes.”
My breath hitches, and I can’t gather a train of thought. It’s like he has me under a spell with his husky voice whispering into my ear. What is wrong with me?
“Why now?” I ask. Why would he tell me this after he knows about Leo and when he knows about Ryder?
“Because you’re finally ready. You opened yourself up for Leo. Let me show you what else you can have now.” He kisses my neck again. “You can have it all, Pretty girl. Leo, Ryder, me, Dex, Holden.”
I jerk back. “What?”
He chuckles, and it comes out deep and husky. “We’re already family, Les, and you can’t tell me you’ve never seen one of us looking just a little too long.” He runs his nose up my neck again. “Or maybe you looking at us a little too long.”
I shake my head because I haven’t. Am I that oblivious to what is going on in my house?
“Hm,” he hums, running his nose up and down my neck, causing goosebumps to pop up on my skin. “Well, we do. Let us give you the world, Pretty girl.”
“It will never work,” I whisper, still under his spell.
“Yes. It will,” he answers adamantly, then groans. “Please let me kiss you now. I’ve dreamed about this.”
Too caught up in the moment to deny him, I pull back and kiss him instead.
He doesn’t hesitate to accept the kiss. He jerks me to my feet, burying his hands in my hair.
I’m just in my pink Converse today, so he has to bend his six-two frame over me, but he presses it to his advantage, bending my neck back and taking over my mouth.
I run my hands up his sides, under his arms, and down his back, causing his whole body to shudder from my touch.
He slides his hands down to my ass, running his fingertips across the bottom of my ass cheeks poking out from my jean shorts.
He grips it, lifting me smoothly off my feet.
He kicks the office chair out of the way and sits me on the desk, stepping between my thighs, never breaking the kiss.
He sinks his hands back into my hair, holding the sides of my head.
His tongue glides smoothly over mine, and if I thought that his voice is hypnotizing, it has nothing on his lips on mine.
I can feel how wet I’m getting just from a kiss, my clit pulsing in time with my heart. What is going on?
He pulls back and lays his forehead on mine. “Fuck,” he whispers, pecking my lips again.
“You guys have to stop kissing me,” I say breathlessly, and he laughs in my face.
“I don’t think we do.” He pecks my lips like he can’t get enough. “Because your mind might be saying one thing.” He pecks my lips again. “But your body is saying another.” He deepens the kiss, and my body responds instantly, craving his touch.
Can what he’s saying be true? Do they see me as more than their friend and boss? Do I see them as more?
Gage jerks my hips to the edge of the desk, rubbing his hard cock against my pussy through my shorts. “Shit,” I moan, rocking my hips.
“See? Your body wants it,” Gage says huskily, just as affected as me. He sinks into the kiss, rocking his hips. I want to rip his clothes off and see what Gage is made of.
“Alessa, we need…oh. Shit. Sorry,” Gia, my bar manager, stutters out before slamming the door behind her. I didn’t even hear her come in.
Fuck.
I groan. “Please tell me that did not just happen.”
“It did,” Gage chuckles and takes a step back. I want to jerk him to me to finish this, but I also know I need a minute to process. He rubs his knuckles down my cheek. “When your mind gets on board with your body, just know we can make this work.”
He kisses me on the forehead before leaving the office, softly shutting the door behind him. I lay back on the desk with a groan, letting my mind run wild. He left the decision in my hands now that he also threw his hat into the ring.
Why now? Why would he bring this up once I was involved with Leo? He’s had years to say something, and so has Ryder. But they both waited until I’m…whatever I am with Leo.
Just the thought of his name brings so much guilt I can barely swallow, but then comes anger because he lied to me. There’s no denying I love him, but if I truly love him, would I be able to kiss Ryder and Gage? Is Gage right about Dex and Holden too? I need to think about this rationally.
Ryder is my best friend. We know each other inside and out. He is my go-to for advice or someone to talk to. We never crossed that line until last night. I can’t deny how my body responded to him, begging him to take it further. Truthfully, the only thing that stopped me was Leo.
Gage came into my life when he was ten, and I was eleven.
He had an instant connection with Ryder and me.
Gage is my person when I need to laugh or just do something stupid to let go.
People underestimate Gage because he’s cracking jokes or goofing off, but I see the real him.
The guy that will do anything for anyone he cares about without a second thought.
Dex was one of my dad’s lower guys when he first appeared.
When I met him, I was seventeen, and something about his grey eyes drew me in.
He was open, easy to laugh, and quick to smile.
After Perez’s guys grabbed him the night he got the scars, he changed.
He barely talks and can’t stand to be touched.
He’s my voice of reason, the one I can go to, and we can have a rational discussion to figure out pretty much anything.
He’s also the one who pushed me away all those years ago.
Holden can’t even look me in the eye for more than two seconds.
I don’t know what happened to him for the four years he was locked in that room, but I know it’s not good.
He was emaciated, bruised, and scared of every sound.
Until four months ago, he didn’t even leave his office unless he was going to bed.
We took all his meals in there until Ryder put his foot down one day and made him eat with us.
He’s done it ever since. I can count on him for any information I need, and he never asks questions.
He will just go to his office, and I have what I need within hours.
And Leo, I don’t even know where to start.
I couldn’t get him off my mind. What we shared these past four months went up in smoke when I found out he was a Perez, and I’m still not sure if I can trust him.
Why hasn’t he tried to get away? Can I trust Evander and Mateo?
Leo is the epitome of the perfect boyfriend.
He is understanding, affectionate, a good listener, and he spoils me to no end.
“Fuck,” I groan, sitting back up on the desk. I wasn’t getting anything else done today.
I am going to find Gage and kick his ass for filling my head with this shit.
Then I’ll find Ryder.