Page 28 of Sinful Restraint

As I flicked through it, a personal note from Cruz fell out onto my lap.

Ri, you good? Don’t freak out, aight? By now, you know that Storm, Titan, and I enjoy sharing in the bedroom. The Primal Fetish Paradox exists as an extension of the intimacy and exploration of how we connect with our sexual partners.

This shit between us was bound to happen. We have watched you. Admired you. Hungered for you, unable to resistthe craving. But desire left unchecked becomes torment, and dancing around our restraint is bullshit.

Before you worry your pretty little head about our past relationships, this is different for us. YOU are what makes the difference.

If we do this, there will be no shame. No secrecy. Only devotion. This isn’t a trap to try and get you to stay at the house for longer than you want, but you best believe that yo’ ass is ours for as long as you’ll have us.

Just say yeah so Storm can stop askin’ me what I think you’ll say, and Titan can stop glarin’ at me to give you this form like I ain’t been workin’ on this shit non-stop. Three grown ass muthafuckas wit’ constant blue balls ain’t pretty.

Anyway, talk to me when you’re ready. We’ll be waitin’.

C

“Oh my God,” I said aloud, not even sure why I was in shock. They wanted me. Like for real for real. Allthreeof them. And I’d never signed a sex contract in my life, so this was all new to me.

Yet, as I was running my errands, all I could think about was that while a small part of me wanted to tell them no …

I already knew I would tell them yes.

chapter ten

Last night had been betterthan I ever could have imagined. When I woke up to find Ri still in bed, all I had wanted to do was to play hooky at the clubs and fuck her all day and night.

While neither of our schedules would allow us to fuck all day, fuckin’ in the shower had been pretty damn great. Tonight, Ri was hanging out with Gina, which meant me and the fellas were able to discuss Paradox business. Even though I told the guys that she knew what happened to Rev now, we still didn’t want to drag her heart through all of this.

It was our mess to clean up.

Not hers.

Except for the old timers up front rolling fresh cigars for an event tomorrow, the cigar lounge in the back of my grandfather’s restaurant was damn near empty, but that shit was on purpose. The lights were low, and the smell of rich tobacco was thick.

As predicted, my abuelo had met a tourist and was somewhere in Utah camping or some shit. In a day or so, I’d check on him and make sure he wasn’t getting himself into some mess that he wasn’t ready for. Sal was running the place in his absence.

“If you have everything you need, I’ll head out,” Sal stated, placing a small Cuban coffee in front of each of us.

“Nah, we good, Sal.” I dabbed fist with him and lit up my Montecristo cigar as he shut the door behind him, then took a swig of my drink.

Leaning back in the wide brunet chair, I let the smoke roll from my mouth and into the air, the burn of whiskey settling in my chest like a warm hug on a cold day when it hit the smoke just right.

Across from me, Storm swirled his glass, staring into it like it held all the answers we didn’t have, while Titan was posted up against the wall, arms crossed, and his eyes cold, and deep in thought.

The vibe in the room was heavy, just like it always was when we talked about Rev. Our brother.

Our fourth.

Our friend.

The missing piece.

There was nothin’ that pissed me off more than knowing that the muthafucka who betrayed us and gave away our location was still breathing. My annoyance prompted me to say, “This is what we do. We find people who don’t want to be found, and we extinguish those muthafuckas.” I looked from Storm to Titan.“So why the fuck can’t we find out who the hell is responsible? Because I’m sure as shit that McAllister ain’t have soldiers just hiding in the mountains. We scoured the area ten times over.”

Storm exhaled, taking a sip of his drink. “I get what you’re sayin’, but we ran through every name twice. Yet, every lead has been a dead end. We have to look at the facts. It’s possible that McAllister was smarter than we thought and did have another crew waiting for orders in case some shit went down.”

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