“Everyone is drunk right now.” I step back from Trinity, hoping my obvious erection from listening to her talk about Tristan wanting me isn’t noticeable in the dim room. “Let’s not make decisions right now. Both of you can sleep with me, but that’s it. Sleep. You understand?”
Trinity’s brow furrows while Tristan looks pissed. I find the whole thing slightly amusing.
“Boring,” Trinity says. “I was hoping for a show.”
I pinch her chin, causing her eyes to widen. “Trust me, doll, if I fucked Tristan in front of you, that’s it. You’d never find anything more exciting than that.”
“I’m cool with that. If you both would just fall in love, I could be your permanent voyeur. I could tape that shit. Can you just imagine what the two of you look like on tape?”
I can. I clear my throat. “To the bedroom.”
We walk down the hall and once we’re there, Trinity peels her clothes off. She’s standing in front of me in her bra and panties, obviously secure being with two gay men. She jumps in bed, snuggling under the covers. Tristan gets in next to her. I watch them both for a moment before popping into the closet to throw on a pair of sweats. I climb in next to Tristan.
“No messing around. Just sleep. I’ll text your dad and tell him you’re here with Trinity and safe so he doesn’t worry.”
“I don’t care,” Tristan mumbles, his eyes heavy with sleep.
“Hey.” He looks at me as I roll to my side. “Don’t be mad at him for caring about you.” I cup his cheek, leaning in and kissing him softly. “He just wants the best for you.”
“But not if that’s you.”
“I’m not the best for you. I’m not.”
Tristan wraps his arms around my neck, kissing me hard. I meet Trinity’s hungry gaze as she watches, but quickly lose myself in Tristan’s kiss. His hand moves down my back, grabbing my ass. I want him so much, but…
“Tristan,” I whisper against his lips.
“Please,” he moans. “Please, Bishop. I need you so bad.”
I brush his hair from his forehead, then kiss him softly. “Sleep. We’ll talk more in the morning.”
Tristan nods, giving into sleep. Trinity lies her head on the pillow but reaches over Tristan and squeezes my hand. “He’s a mess over you.”
“I know.” I offer a slight smile. “Get some sleep.”
She closes her eyes, and I pick up my phone to text Rocco.
Tristan is here with Trinity. Got a little drunk. Trinity called me for help. All is well. He’s asleep and I promise he’s safe with me.
Thanks, B. I know he’s safe with you.
I glance at him one more time before closing my eyes.
SIX
TRISTAN
Rolling over, I’m surprised to feel someone next to me. I open my eyes to see Trinity, making me pause for a minute as last night’s events come rushing back. Oh, fuck. I look to my other side, but Bishop is gone.
I climb out of bed and shuffle to the living room, finding Bishop on the couch, reading the paper. “Morning.”
He looks over at me and smiles. “Morning. How do you feel?”
Like shit.” I walk over and sit next to him. “You must be so turned off by me.”
He tilts his head. “Because you drank too much? Like I’ve never done that.”
“I made a fool of myself.”
