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I realized that he was waiting for confirmation, that despite all his confidence, he was nervous that I was regretting what we’d just done.
“Fuck yes, that was fun,” I agreed, nodding vehemently.
Both men laughed, and Paxton reached forward to pull me back into the water. I shrieked and allowed myself into the pool of water with a splash as he swatted a wave at me.
“Too bad Linc was stuck in New York,” he joked, but my eyebrow rose with interest.
Too bad indeed,I agreed silently, settling back against the side as Kai climbed back in, and the three of us quietly collected our composures.
What was going to happen when he came back? Was this going to happen again? Would I be able to handle all three of them together? The two of them almost broke me in half.
The notion sent shivers of exhilaration through me.
I decided not to overthink it and just enjoy the aftermath of the moment. Even if my first threesome turned out to be my last, it was something I was always going to remember for the rest of my life.
CHAPTER11
Lincoln
Icouldn’t put my finger on it, but there was a noticeable shift in the household when I got back from New York. Every time I was there, the atmosphere seemed lighter somehow, happier.
Mylee spent most of her time on the main floor with us now, eating her meals in the dining room after cooking breakfast and dinner for us. I told her that she didn’t need to bother with that. We spent half our lives on the go, but she insisted.
“Most of this stuff will keep in the fridge,” she replied. “And I’ve seen all of you guys get home more than once, searching through for something to snack on. If you’re not home for dinner, you can eat it at three a.m.”
I asked Kai about this new task, and he shrugged.
“She’s probably looking for something to do when she’s home all day. She has to be bored.”
I considered this as I left the office one Thursday evening, the night before the annual charity auction that Silverpiece funded. It would be our first event that all four of us would attend together in a public space, and there were issues with everything, from catering to the prizes. It was business as usual.
I’d been on the phone all afternoon dealing with problems I didn’t have time for, and I tried to pawn most of it off on the coordinators, but it kept ending back on my desk somehow.
I wonder if Mylee would be any good at this,I mused, ordering my driver, Harrison, to take me home. Of course we had event planners for all our functions, but that didn’t stop callers from hounding me or Paxton when they couldn’t figure things out. My assistants were all afraid of saying the wrong thing, even when I told them to take care of it.
If Mylee was bored at the condo, maybe she could pick up some of the slack at Silverpiece. But only if she wanted to.
“Stop the car!” I barked abruptly, and Harrison pulled over to the side of the road, fueling a series of honks behind us. “Stay here,” I told the driver, hopping out of the backseat. “I’ll be right back.”
Twilight melted to the fairy-blue of evening, a splash of white glowing from the interior of the tiny shop as I let myself in the door. A tinkling overhead announced my entry, and a young woman with startling green eyes looked up from the counter where she pored over a thick, hardcover book.
“Oh. Hello,” she said, straightening her back. “Can I help you?”
She seemed genuinely surprised to see anyone in the store, as if there hadn’t been a soul there for hours.
“The poetry section is right back there, right?” I asked, remembering from the last time I’d been in the Progressive Mistrals bookstore.
“That’s right.” She rose from the stool and slipped around the counter to guide me through the short aisles of books. A small but crowded spot spilled with titles, just as I recalled.
“Perfect. I’ll take them.”
The young woman looked at me, a slightly exasperated expression forming on her face. “They’re all poetry, sir. Which one would you like?”
“All of them.”
She blinked. “W-what?”
“I’ll take them all.”
