Chapter 27
TWENTY-SEVEN
Rory
Hearing what happened last night catches both Flynn and me by surprise.
But then, we can hardly be annoyed at the brothers when they hadn’t even had a taste of our Sophie until this week.
Flynn and I don’t mind the addition of Tye to our pack, heck we didn’t mind when he asked back when he was building Mack’s platform.
Poor guy, I did feel for him, pining after Sophie but Mack shut him down.
I get it, Mack didn’t want to go in with his brother.
But he has no choice now and thankfully he is onboard, because I’m not sure where that would have left all of us if he wasn’t.
I look in the mirror nervously at my reflection.
I’ve been with Sophie more times than anyone else, but tonight is different, tonight is a date, not a paid job.
Our job this week was incredible, I lowered my guard and got lost in her.
And she let me. She indulged me and I think by the end, she let her guard down too.
Even though it was something as simple as her falling asleep in my arms, I know she wouldn’t have done that if she hadn’t felt relaxed and safe.
That was my privilege to enjoy, and I certainly enjoyed it.
It not only made the time we spent together sweeter, it also made my feelings stronger.
I’m not sure what I am going to do should Sophie decline our offer of four men and her.
It does seem completely insane and if it wasn’t happening to me, I would question why that many men would be satisfied by one woman.
But being in it, a part of this group of men, I’m not sure I could handle Sophie by myself or be good enough.
I’m away a lot, flying around the country.
The minute I’m back I list another job for the only woman I want to apply.
I’ve been sharing Sophie since the minute I met her—sharing is all I know.
I look back at my reflection in the mirror and, for once, I see hope that if Flynn and I don’t fuck up our evening with her, we both get everything we have ever wanted and needed.
I check my watch to see there’s fifteen minutes before we leave.
I walk into the lounge where Mack and Tye are sitting, talking about the MaskedMack website.
“Are you ready, mate?” Mack asks, a smile spreading across his face.
We have known each other for almost three years, since the Clarendon Christmas Party.
After a few drinks we’d bonded over a redheaded angel neither one of us could claim.
“Yeah I’m good mate, is Bear ready yet?”
“Nah mate, maybe he’s shaving his legs?”’
Flynn
I sit in the armchair in my room and feel a sense of calm that usually only happens with rope between my fingers.
I’ve been ready for half an hour already.
My body is at peace that tonight is the night.
Our big hope is that we can bring Sophie home with us - or at least soon we can do that - to keep her.
Everything is better when Sophie is with us, with me.
I’d just about given up on finding someone until I joined the Clarendon this past year.
Never did I think that a redheaded siren would blaze into my world and set it on fire.
I posted one job on the job board apprehensively and I was gifted her, all doe eyed and submissive.
Keeping my attraction in check was the easiest way to survive.
Not allowing her to touch or kiss me during my jobs was the only way to keep her at arm’s length.
I could see it in her eyes—she wanted more and that gave me hope and strength that one day things would be different.
And now that day has come. Mack has done his thing, Tye has done his fucked up thing, but what is mine and Rory’s thing?
What do we have to offer or bring to the group and Sophie, other than our pure passion and desire for her?
I should be panicking, I’m confident Rory is.
But my gut tells me she wants us, all of us, in our own ways, whatever that looks like.
I hope she sees it in us at dinner because I will do anything for that woman.
Come hell or high water, tonight I am going to make her mine.
I stand and leave my room to three heads turning to look back at me. “Let’s do this,” I say as Rory makes his way over to me in a few long strides.
“Seal the deal boys and bring our woman home to us,” calls Mack as we walk out of the door and take the lift down to the building's reception where Rory’s driver is waiting in a blacked out Porsche.
We climb into the back of the car and sit in silence on the short drive over to Sophie’s.
I have no game plan, I have no cute stories, I come as I am.
But I also come with three other men who complement each other.
We pull up outside her building, Sophie is standing nervously, looking gorgeous in a mouthwatering silk green dress that hugs her curves and makes my fingers twitch to rip the thin fabric from her body.
Instead both Rory and I climb out of the car and walk up to greet her.
Her eyes light up at the sight of us and she looks relieved, as if she was afraid we weren’t going to turn up.
Our woman doesn’t know how stunning she is and how head-over-heels we are for her. We need to show her.
“Hi,” she smiles brightly as we walk up to her.
I can see hesitation flicker in her eyes as to how to greet us, but Rory has us all covered as he steps into her and takes her lips in one immediate kiss, leaving no room to question how he feels about seeing her.
When he lets her go, she looks slightly dazed.
What I want to do is pick her up and carry her straight back into her apartment but that is not the plan.
Instead I thread my fingers through hers and bring her hand up to my lips and kiss it, looking at her like I’d prefer to eat her for dinner, which is exactly how I am feeling right now.
“Shall we?” I ask, not letting her hand go.
We guide her back to our car where Rory climbs in first, then Sophie and then myself.
I know it’s a tight fit, but that is all the more reason to sit in the back, I get to feel Sophie pressed up against the side of my body.
I know Rory thinks the same. One of us usually sits in the front. But not when Sophie’s in the car.
“Are you hungry?” Rory asks her after she’s buckled in and she nods.
“Oh yes, I’m starving. Where are we going?”
“A friend owes me a favour, his nonna has an Italian place not far from here, we can use the back entrance and go upstairs to their private dining room,” I say.
“That’s really kind of him, how lovely,” Sophie replies.
“And I appreciate you going to the trouble of asking him. I feel like a naughty school girl leaving my room at night trying not to get caught by my parents,” she laughs, talking about the Clarendon.
But her saying that takes me back to when she called me Daddy and my cock goes instantly hard.
Which is tough luck on my part because I’m in jeans with zero room for my soft cock, let alone an erection.
I can’t help myself, I run my hand along her thigh where I leave it to rest on the silky fabric, my upper arm brushing against her breast in the dress.
Rory, noticing, does the same and Sophie lets out an almost choked noise in her throat which only makes my cock harder.
The temperature on the back seat seems to climb 10 degrees and I know our girl is beginning to squirm in her seat.
“H-how is this evening going to go tonight? Can we get to know each other, can I ask you questions, I mean?” she asks as she looks from side to side between us.
“Nothing is off the table. Ask anything you would like to know about us. And if we may, we’d like to get to know you better too,” replies Rory. Sophie smiles widely at that.
“I have so many questions. I always have questions on my jobs with you but I can never ever ask them. Ok well, you know what I do as my day job. What do you both do? Is that really shallow? Should I ask another question?” she asks, second guessing herself in the cutest way.
Laughing, Rory shuts her down, “Ask all the questions, boring ones included. I’m a company restructure strategist, I travel most of the year. When I’m home, I list a job for you, if that gives you an idea about how often I am away for work.”
“Do you have apartments around the country?” she asks curiously. “Do you enjoy the travel?”
“I only have the apartment I just moved into with the guys. I have preferred homes I rent from on AirBnB when I’m interstate. You get tired of hotels after the years I’ve spent in them.”
“You must have a lot of frequent flyer points, hey?”
“Indeed I do,” Rory confirms.
“And you Flynn, what do you do?”
“I run a chain of clubs in the city, I keep some irregular hours,” I say thinking about the late nights on the weekends.
“Fun clubs?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. “Like the Clarendon?”
“We have some specialised bars, yes. Swingers mainly.”
“Oh my god, I may have been!” Sophie gasps.
“I run them, but I’m usually in the office or helping security or running the back end.
If you’ve been, I’m truly sorry to have missed you,” I say, wracking my brain to remember if I had ever laid eyes on my redhead previous to the Clarendon.
I would remember, I would never forget seeing Sophie had I laid eyes on her in one of my clubs. Sophie relaxes back into her seat.
“Oh that’s a relief. I didn’t go often, but still, it was with my ex.”
“What happened with him?” I ask. I know what Mack has told me, but I’d much prefer to hear what Sophie has to say about him.