Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6
SPENCER
C armen and I settle back at the table and give each other a quick glance. In the bathroom, she gave me a rundown of who’s who, and a little bit about each. And I tried to explain how I was afraid of them, without giving any details. Carmen swore to me Gabriel, Diego, and Mateo would never hurt me simply because I’m family now.
Family . . . It’s a strange concept—one I always longed for but couldn’t have. Mom said she didn’t need any more children when she had me, and I have my friends at Clay Creations and Abstract Dreams, but for someone to call me “family” feels different.
Paloma sits at the head of the table making idle chit chat with Gabriel who is seated to her left with Mateo, Carmen, Diego, and Mariela seated after him.
On Paloma’s right is Solana followed by Zane, Asher, me, and Rio. Elena sits at the end of the table, quietly bickering with her younger sister, Mariela, about being present for family dinner.
My eyes meet Carmen’s again, and she gives a subtle head tilt indicating the man on her right.
I clear my throat after I take a bite of food. “So, Mateo, is it?”
Mateo perks up as his eyes dart to the men on either side of me and a wicked smile appears on his face. “That’s me, darling. And who are you?”
“None of your fucking business, Alvarez,” Zane spits out at him.
I hope I’m not making a mistake . . . here goes nothing.
Ignoring Zane’s warning, I reach across the table and shake Mateo’s hand. “Spencer Gray. I’m an artist in Chelsea.” I give him a flirty smile to add fuel to the fire.
Recognition dawns on his face. “Ah. So, you’re the infamous girlfriend.”
My heart skips a beat.
Is there anyone they haven’t told?
Well, Zane and Rio did declare themselves my boyfriends at the hospital, but we’ve never discussed it. I na?vely thought the topic would float away, but clearly it hasn’t.
Internally, I shake off my overthinking and go back to my attempt at flirting.
“It seems I’m at a disadvantage, Mateo. You know me, but I don’t know much about you.” I twirl a lock of hair around my finger.
That’s what flirty girls do, right?
Yeah, in 80s movies.
“Spencer,” Zane growls in warning. Asher keeps a passive look on his face but grabs his Corona in a death grip. Rio ignores his food and silently observes the scene in front of him with his hands balled into fists.
“My profession isn’t nearly as creative as yours. I’m in to . . .” He picks up his beer, swirls it like he’s mixing expensive wine, and takes a sip. “Let’s call it sales, customer service, and real estate.” He gives me a wink and leans back in his chair. His eyes subtly wander to Carmen, but she ignores him as she takes small bites of her food.
Diego watches everything with keen intuition that reminds me of Zane.
“You mean you’re a weapons and drug dealer who has a slew of prostitutes working for him, and you have the occasional turf war.” Zane scoffs.
Mateo shrugs a shoulder. “Technically that last part falls under Diego’s purview.”
I ignore both of their comments and pretend that everything they just said doesn’t make me shiver. I’m doing my girl Carmen a solid while at the same time getting payback of my own.
“Seems like you’re a busy man with little time to play. Must be lonely.”
Mateo leans towards me with his elbows on the table. “Maybe you can make it less lonely, darling.”
There’s a crash to my left, and I jump in my seat.
“The fuck she will!” Zane shoves his chair back, and it topples over. Rio’s family stares at Zane like they’ve never seen this side of him. Mateo and Gabriel smirk while Diego keeps on observing.
Zane makes his way to me and hauls me out of my chair.
“What the hell are you doing?” I shoot at Zane as he grabs me by my hand and drags me across the yard. Everyone stares in disbelief, and my stomach drops.
Zane storms into the house with Rio hot on our heels. “We need to have a little talk.”
“Like hell we do!” I shout. He takes me the same way Carmen did, and as we enter the bathroom, Rio shuts the door behind us. The bathroom isn’t small, but it’s not huge. With the three of us in here, the space is cramped.
I lean against the sink and glower at the two of them. “Okay, we’re here. What now?”
“What the fuck was all that about?” Zane questions.
I cross my arms. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“ Esas son mentiras, ” Rio chimes in. That’s a lie.
Zane points in the direction of the backyard. “Flirting with Mateo as if we’re not sitting right there. Seriously?”
I shrug a shoulder like it’s no big deal which only angers Zane more.
“What was the point? Explain it to us, Spence,” Zane pleads.
My lips pinch together.
Zane narrows his gaze. “Make no mistake, Angel, you’re ours. If you want the male population to stay at its current number, you will not flirt with every man that crosses your path.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do, Zane Kingston!”
“He’s right, Mama. No flirting.”
My hands dig into the flesh at my arms. “You’re. Not. The. Boss. Of. Me.” I emphasize each word. “And where do you get off telling everyone I’m your girlfriend? We’ve never talked about it. You can’t just claim me like that.”
“We can and we did.” Rio steps up to my side and pushes my hair over my shoulder, exposing my neck to him. He brings his mouth to my ear and whispers, “You know you love it, Mama.”
How dare they!
Unable to hold back the question dancing on my tongue, I blurt out, “Whose clothes are in your closet?”
“What?” Zane and Rio ask together, befuddled.
“The damn woman’s clothes in Zane’s closet. Whose are they? Do you really expect me to wear clothing from your past hookups? And let’s not forget y’all fucking kidnapped me!” Anger, mixed with hurt, drips from my tone.
“The clothes are yours,” Zane answers plainly.
My brows pinch together. “Huh?”
Rio’s voice grows soft. “We bought them for you, Spencer. We knew you’d end up at our house eventually and wanted you to feel welcome.”
“You bought them for . . .” My voice trails off.
“You, Angel. They’re yours.”
“But how?—”
Zane exchanges a knowing look with Rio and says, “I’ve had my hands on your body multiple times. You think I wouldn’t be able to guess your size?”
Rio beams at me. “As for the supposed ‘kidnapping,’ let’s call it what it really is: a sleepover. We’re testing out what it’s like to live together, and I think it’s going good so far. Yeah, there’s been some handcuffs involved, but those will go away soon, and we’ll be one big happy family.”
Zane and Rio take advantage while I stand there stunned in silence.
They sandwich me between them, and goosebumps spread over my skin. I try to keep my mind clear, but then Rio kisses his way down my neck. I gasp, and Zane trails his finger down my left arm.
“Give in, Angel.” Zane hooks his finger under my chin and turns my head his direction. “Be angry all you want, but at the end of the day you belong to us.”
Zane seals his lips to mine in a demanding kiss. I open my mouth to him when his tongue swipes at the seam of my lips. Zane lets out a deep groan when his tongue gets a taste of me. He dominates my mouth while his hand wraps around my throat.
Zane pulls away and turns to Rio, giving my neck a small squeeze. “How wet is she?”
Rio smiles as his tattooed hand unbuttons my pants and disappears in my panties. His eyes light up when he discovers what I already know.
I’m drenched, and it’s just from their simple touches, gentle words, and a kiss.
I squirm as Rio drags his fingers back and forth along my slit. When his hands leave my panties, he holds his fingers up to show Zane.
Zane leans forward, takes Rio’s fingers into his mouth and sucks.
Rio groans. “That was mine to taste.”
Zane’s tone turns assertive. “You can lick her next time. Right now, she’s going to come on my fingers.” Then they work together, on either side of me, pulling my jeans and panties down to my ankles.
I’m panting, and they’ve barely touched me. I’m like an animal in heat, but only they have the ability to satisfy me.
I clench my thighs together and look to both of them with pleading eyes.
“What do you need, Angel?”
“You,” I answer. “Both of you.” With confidence I don’t feel, I grab them by their shirts and pull them closer.
Zane teases my hip with his fingertip while Rio inches my shirt up, revealing my black, lace bra.
“You can do better than that, Spencer,” Rio says as his mouth grazes over the top of my breasts. “Tell us exactly what you need.” He lightly drags his teeth over the lace covering my nipple.
My cheeks get hot. I’ve never been good at dirty talk, but I’m desperate for them. There’s an intense fluttering in my stomach.
I need them and I need them now.
My hands leave their shirts, and I pull their faces close to mine. “Make me come.” Then, before I chicken out, I slam my mouth on Rio’s and pour my passion and all my desire into the kiss.
“Always, Angel.”
Zane’s fingers stop teasing and dive right for my pussy. Rio pushes me to sit on the counter; and together, he and Zane spread my knees, exposing my center to them. I try to snap my legs closed, but they each have a firm grip and refuse to let go.
“You can’t hide anymore, Spencer. You can’t hide how much you want us—how much you need us. Your desire is dripping from your perfect pussy.”
Zane’s dirty words make me moan into Rio’s mouth. I moan louder when Zane plunges a finger into my needy core. As he pumps that finger in and out, over and over, wet sounds echo through the bathroom, proving how much they turn me on.
Rio’s other hand trails up my inner thigh and his fingers rub circles around my clit. When I rock my hips, Zane adds another finger, making me cry out.
Rio pulls his mouth from mine, and says in a husky voice, “You’re so wet for us, Mama. So desperate. How badly do you want to come?”
When I don’t answer, he pulls my bra down. My nipples are already stiff and become as hard as diamonds as he admires my body.
Rio covers one nipple with his mouth and sucks hard. I whimper as the sensation shoots straight to my clit. They’re making it hard to think, let alone form sentences.
Rio’s mouth let’s go with a pop . “Tell us. How badly do you want it?”
When I still don’t answer, he bites down on my breast, causing me to cry out. Zane covers my mouth with his, muffling out my sounds. The sting from the bite intensifies the pleasure from their hands. I rock my hips faster, searching for my release.
Zane leans back at the same time Rio lets go. I look down and there’s red teeth marks right above my nipple where Rio bit me.
“So bad. I fucking need it. Please. Please make me come,” I beg.
Zane’s fingers inside me begin rubbing that sensitive spot while Rio’s fingers strum my clit rapidly. I detonate as my pussy spasms. Waves of pleasure roll over me and I swear I black out.
When I come to, Zane and Rio’s hands still haven’t left my core. Instead, they’re gently stroking me as my orgasm fades. Zane is kissing me like a man starved, and Rio is sucking on my neck.
I expect them to pull away and leave me to clean myself up. Zane took care of me yesterday, but is that really the norm? Asher also did it, but I can’t think about that now with how complicated everything is with him.
Once my heart calms and I’m breathing normally again, Zane removes his hand and licks his dripping fingers clean. Then he grabs Rio’s face and slams his lips on Rio’s. They move together in a passionate kiss with dueling tongues. The passion and adoration between them fills my heart.
My inner muscles clench around nothing but air as I watch them. I didn’t know they were together, or maybe it’s the heat of the moment. I shouldn’t stare, but it’s okay because they’re literally right in front of me, right?
“You taste like perfection, Mama.”
Before I can stop myself, I babble. “Are you two together? Like together together? And that would make us, what? A throuple? Because . . . We just . . . And . . . Is this temporary? Us. Are we temporary? Y’all realize we have a lot to talk about, right? We should probably discuss the basement, the guns and knives that you always carry, how all of this will work?—”
Zane covers my mouth with his hand. “Babe, slow down. Yes, Rio and I are together. We have an open relationship.”
Pushing out an angry breath, I glare.
“Yes, Angel. I know you’re the jealous type. We won’t sleep with anyone else.”
“I don’t need anyone else when I have you two,” Rio adds.
“As for how this will work, I’m not sure. We’ll take it one day at a time. We can discuss the rest at home, okay?”
Nodding my head, he removes his hand.
Home.
Blushing furiously, I look away retreating into myself as a I brace for the loneliness to come next, but neither of them let go of my legs as Zane grabs a cloth from the shelf above the toilet and wets it in the sink behind me. He cleans up the mess I made then gives me a tender kiss.
Tears form in my eyes, and I do my best to hold them back, but they spring free when Rio takes a turn kissing me. These kisses are different from the ones a few seconds ago—they’re soft and sweet, filled with devotion.
Zane wipes my tears as Rio puts my pants back on.
“You’re our everything. Don’t forget that, Angel.”
Once Rio buttons my jeans, I look down in confusion—something feels weird. Then I see Rio hold up my black thong. I grab for it, but he raises his hand, yanking them out of my reach.
“These are mine,” he says with a smirk then brings them to his nose and inhales before he stuffs them into his pocket and leads the way back outside.
Before we reach the back door, Zane’s phone buzzes. He peers at it and mumbles something about “stupid cops” and Asher being on stakeout duty.
I keep my face composed as I take my seat at the table, but I turn a deep shade of red when I feel Asher’s gaze zero in on my neck.
Shit. Did Rio leave a hickey?
I cover it up with my hair and dig back into my food, hoping that if I don’t talk about it, we can pretend no one knew what happened in the bathroom.
Mateo not so quietly whispers to Carmen, “Maybe you, Diego, Gabriel, and I need to take a trip to the bathroom too.”
Carmen chokes on her food, and I cover my face, absolutely mortified.