“Cap needs to talk to us,” I tell Warren, and he sets the book he’s reading down on the table beside the couch.
He eyes me warily but follows as I make my way to Grayson’s office on the second floor of the firehouse. Being the captain, he gets his own private bedroom and office.
Grayson looks up from the paperwork he’s currently leafing through when we both walk in. His eyes roam between the two of us. “Can I help you guys?”
Now Warren looks even more lost.
I close the door behind myself, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk. “I wanted to talk to you both.”
“About what?” Grayson says, while Warren grumbles something about me being a menace as he sits down with a huff beside me.
“About Sienna,” I say. They both stiffen, staring right at me.
I guess that got their attention.
“What about her?” Grayson asks, his tone suddenly icy.
Okay, maybe this is going to be harder than I thought.
“So, I have an idea. It might seem kind of crazy or out there, but…” I trail off.
“Just spit it out,” Warren says. His arms cross over his massive chest.
Shit. I really don’t want him to punch me in the face. Not that I think he would, but damn.
“We all heard what she said the other night about not liking sex. Well, other than with…” My hand motions to Grayson, and I shake my head. “Anyway, if I was picking up on the vibes correctly, you both have a thing for her.”
They both hesitate but finally nod.
“So, I was thinking we could have a friends-with-benefits situation with her to help her find her love of sex or whatever.”
“Which one of us?” Grayson asks skeptically.
“All of us,” I say.
“What do you mean?” Grayson asks.
I want to say, “Just like your sister and her three men,” but that’s probably an inside thought that should stay there.
“I mean, we could all be with her at the same time.”
Grayson’s eyes widen.
“I’m pretty sure she’s into all of us in some form or another, so I don’t see the point in making her choose if this is something she would want,” I add.
“Is that something you’ve done?” Grayson asks.
“Yes, I’ve shared women before.”
I glance over at Warren, who has been suspiciously quiet through this exchange. He doesn’t look put off by what I said. He just looks like he’s deep in thought.
“We won't do anything unless it's what she chooses,” Warren finally says.
“Of course,” I say. “Just think about it. Okay?”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Warren
