He didn’t answer me but sat down on a bed. I looked around the room for the first time, realizing I was in a more lived-in version of the motel rooms below us. The furniture was nicer, and there were a couple pictures on the wall. Slowly, like I was approaching a bear, I moved to the bed and sat next to him.
“Not that I’m complaining, but… what was that, Mac?”
He laughed mirthlessly. “You were with my brother all weekend, Vixen.”
I blinked at him. I wasn’t exactly a vanilla girl. Threesomes weren’t a novelty to me, and I wasn’t really the exclusive type. In the whole host of problems I was dealing with, it hadn’t even occurred to me that I might come betweenthe two brothers. I felt incredibly stupid.
They didn’t exactly seem like the vanilla kind either, so I was trying to figure out where he was coming from. “Have you guys ever, um, shared a girl before?”
He rolled his eyes at me. “This is different.”
“So, you have?” He gave me a hard side-eye, then a gruff nod. “Right… so what’s the issue?”
He startled me again when he stood up like a bottle rocket taking off. I had no idea how the guy moved so fast, and so smoothly. He was like a tiger or something. He walked over to the window. “Like I said, this is different.”
I tossed my hands up in frustration. “Yeah, you said, but you keep leaving out thehowpart.”
He turned back to me and, in two huge strides, he was on top of me again. He pushed me back into the bed where I fell with a huff. Then he was leaning over me, an arm on either side. A part of me realized this the first time I had seen him without his jacket on, and I ached to trace the black swirls of ink that went up his arms and around his neck and chest. Preferably with my tongue. He must have seen the look in my eyes, and his darkened in response.
His next words brought me back to earth with a shock.
“How many times did my brother make you come, Vixen? How many times did that pussy shudder around his cock? How many times did you scream his name?”
His filthy words left me speechless, and for a moment, I just stared at him with my mouth open. Then it hit me. “Oh for fuck’s sake, you’re jealous. Aren’t you?” He glared at me, and I knew I had my answer.
We stared at each other for a minute, until I decided I’d had enough of being pinned. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and used his weight to flip us. It wasn’t easy, but thank you Academy training—though I doubted very much my instructor had this particular situation in mind when he taught us this move.
Mac stared up at me in shock, but I ignored the look. “You have nothing to be jealous of.” His look of shock morphed into one of disbelief. So I said fuck it, and upped the ante. Placing my hands on his chest, I rolled my hips on his groin, and almost immediately, I felt him harden underneath me. He grabbed my hips, stilling me, so I leaned down and nibbled on his ear. I licked the swirl of black ink there, and couldn’t help smiling in satisfaction when I heard him groan.
“Vixen, sit up.” His voice was all gruff command, and it sent shivers down my spine as I complied.
He was still hard as a rock, but I just sat there, staring into his eyes. While his brothers’ were the color of the sea as it crashed into shore, Mac’s were the color you would find closer to the sea floor. So dark, so full of secrets. His thumbs started rubbing a bruising pattern on my thigh. I was starting to realize I really liked the kind of pain this man put me in.
“Mac, I’m not choosing between you and your brother. I just can’t. Maybe that makes me greedy, but it is what it is. But, for as long as you want me, you’ve got me.”
He frowned. “That’s what I’m afraid of, Vixen. What if I never stop wanting you?”
I opened my mouth to reply, when a screeching alarm sounded throughout the whole building. That’s when I realized I smelled smoke.
“Oh fuck me!” I shouted as I jumped off Mac and ran out the door, down the stairs.
Mac was hot on my heels as I yanked the door to the kitchen open to see Rodney running around with a pan that was literally on fire. He looked completely panicked, and waved the pan around, which only succeeded in dumping the flaming contents on the floor. A few of his buddies stood at the table, more than a couple of them laughing.
Mac grabbed the fire extinguisher off the wall and put out the flames, then fixed the laughing Saints with a hard glare that quickly shut them up. I marched over to Rodney and snatched the pan out of his hand. I hadn’t realized hewas wearing an oven mitt and cried out in pain when my hand met the hot metal, dropping it to the floor. I swore viciously, turning to the sink and running my red palm under the cold water.
“Rodney, what in the actual fuck, dude? It was gravy. Never in my life have I ever heard of someone setting gravy on fire. Like, how?” I fixed him with a withering look, keeping my hand under the faucet.
Rodney looked like a kicked puppy. “I told you I couldn’t cook,” he muttered.
I sighed as Mac walked over to me. The look he gave Rodney probably could’ve started another fire. I hissed when Mac gently rubbed my hand—it wasn’t a bad burn, but it fucking hurt.
Just then, Dalton and Clint walked in. Clint propped open the door, hollering for a couple of the guys in the garage, telling them it was all hands on deck to clean up the mess. Dalton’s eyes met mine as his brother cradled my burnt hand.
“Well shit, Vixen. You didn’t have to start another fire to get my attention.”
I frowned at him. “This one isn’t on me, thank you very much.”
He grabbed a first aid kit from under the sink and sat at the table. I went to sit next to him, but Mac sat in my chair and dragged me onto his knee. I sat there, keenly aware of the other guys in the room watching me sit on their boss’s lap while the boss’s brother spread burn cream on my hand.
