Chapter 18
Enzo
F rankie, Sal, and Joey are camped out in my living room with beer and pizza. Normally, I don’t participate in nights like this. I have more important things to do than play video games and eat junk food, but even I have to let loose every once in a while. Relaxing has always been a bit of a foreign concept to me, but it got worse after I took over the Family. Still, it does feel good to just be one of the guys. These three have always been there for me, and that doesn’t appear to be changing any time soon.
Joey nudges me with his elbow. “I like this side of you. It’s much more fun than when you’re the big, bad boss.” He lowers his voice and holds his arms as if he’s suddenly a bodybuilder. He thinks he’s funny, and I roll my eyes.
“You know I can’t be like this normally. I can’t let anyone see me as weak.”
“It’s not weakness, you know,” Joey says, suddenly more serious. “It just shows that you’re confident in your position. Confident enough to relax and be yourself.”
Just then, we hear the unmistakable sound of soft footsteps coming down the stairs. We all turn to watch Elise walk past the living room without even a glance in our direction. She has to know we’re in here. It’s not like we’re being quiet. But she keeps walking until we hear the door to the kitchen open and shut.
No one says anything, and an awkward silence ensues. I debate bringing up the conversation I had with her this morning. I know I need to because I told her that the guys would know what I meant, but I honestly don’t even know what I meant. She somehow makes me speak and act without thinking anytime I’m around her.
Joey breaks the silence. “What is it about her?”
I’ve been wondering that since I met her, but I don’t say anything.
“She looks great covered in cum.” We all look at Sal. I’m not the only one shocked that he threw that out in the open.
Before I know what’s happening, I’m an unwilling participant in the conversation. “She also looks great with it dripping out of her.”
Three pairs of wide eyes are suddenly facing me. “Did you just… What is happening right now?” Joey asks.
I ignore him and turn to Sal. “That was a fucking ballsy move. You knew about the cameras.”
“Of course I knew about the cameras.” He smirks at me. “It was worth it.”
“We thought for sure you’d kill him,” Frankie adds. “I’m not honestly sure what you’re going to do now.”
I’m not going to get a better opportunity than this, so I brace myself to do the one thing I swore I’d never do. I’m going to offer to share a woman with my three best friends. Sort of.
“I’ve decided—”
I cut myself off when I hear the kitchen door open and shut, followed by Elise’s footsteps coming back down the hall towards us. Once again, she completely ignores us as she walks by. I’m not used to being ignored, and I don’t like it. But I’m not going to drag her in here right now. I can’t. Not until I explain what I’m thinking to the others.
Once her steps have retreated up the stairs, I continue. “I’ve decided that maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. To share.”
“To share what?” Frankie asks. Joey and Sal are also looking at me. All three of them look cautiously hopeful.
“Elise.”
“What do you mean by share?”
I can’t believe they’re making me spell everything out for them, but I guess I did leave out a pretty crucial piece.
“You can’t fuck her.”
They all slump back into their seats.
“I knew it was too good to be true,” Sal mutters.
“You can’t fuck her pussy,” I clarify.
Joey immediately perks back up, and a cruel thought crosses my mind. Fuck it, I’m already giving in. I don’t need to give them everything.
“Or her ass.”
He deflates in an instant, and Frankie and Sal laugh.
“Sorry, man,” Sal says, patting Joey on the back. “Better luck next time.” Then he turns to me. “Just to clarify, we can do anything we want with her as long as we don’t put our dicks in those two holes?”
“Yes.” I’m already regretting it.
“But we can use fingers and tongues? And we can fuck her mouth?”
I grit my teeth. “Yes.”
“Great.” He stands up and starts to walk toward the stairs.
“Not right now, asshole. It’s guys’ night,” I remind him. This whole night was their idea, so I’m sure as shit not going to sit here while they take turns getting blowjobs.
“But since you’re up, grab us more beers,” Joey says.
Sal grumbles to himself as he stomps off to the kitchen.
Frankie turns to me. “You sure about this, boss?”
“No.” I shrug. “But the nice thing about being the boss is I can change my mind whenever I want.”
“It’s okay that you liked what you saw, you know. We all did.”
I pick up the video game controller to get out of the conversation. “Shut up and play the game.”
Elise
The top of the stairs is hidden from the view of anyone in the living room, but I can hear what they’re saying perfectly. And I’m shocked. Enzo is seriously going to let me have some fun with his friends? Sure, they can’t fuck me, but that still leaves so many options.
I didn’t think he’d even find out about Sal coming on me, much less enjoy it. But he must have enjoyed it even more than he’d hinted at in my room. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be offering to share me.
Part of me can’t help but be offended by the fact that he’s treating me like a piece of property, but mostly I’m excited. I’ve been craving another round with Frankie, Sal, and Joey, and our little masturbation circle wasn’t nearly enough.
When Sal starts to move toward the stairs, I panic. Luckily, Enzo stops him. When he changes direction and goes to the kitchen, I quietly get up from my hiding spot and make my way to my room.
I consider going downstairs to see if I can tempt any or all of them into practicing our new rules, but I ultimately decide that I should take advantage of the rare evening without any interruptions. Even though there’s a gym right downstairs, I haven’t been getting very much use out of it. I slip into some leggings—without panties, of course—and a sports bra and then crack my door open.
They’ve been playing video games all night, and it doesn’t sound like anything has changed in the last few minutes. I sneak down the stairs and down the hall to the gym. I was hoping they’d hear me and tell me to come join them, but either I succeeded in keeping my presence unknown or they’re really set on their guys’ night. Either way, I take advantage of my night off and quickly get into a rhythm with the different machines.
I needed this. I need to stay strong, and I need exercise to help my mind focus on the puzzle facing me. I spend the rest of the evening running through all the bits and pieces of information that we have about the trafficking ring while my muscles scream in a combination of pain and pleasure. Lucky muscles .