Page 47 of Brandishing Beginnings

“Yes.” All three of them responded immediately.

I laughed softly. “Alrighty then.”

“I mean, if you want to, of course,” Marcos added.

“Mmmhmm,” I replied, my voice growing thicker with sleep as my eyelids drooped.

“So sleepy, Little Dreamer,” Nico murmured.

“Close your eyes, darlin’,” Jason said.

I closed my eyes, a smile on my face. “I can’t wait to fuck you, Mi Vida,” Marcos muttered.

It was the last thing I heard, before I drifted off to sleep.

Maya

Fridayflewby,Imanaged to get all of my running around done early, even squeezing in a waxing appointment, before I pampered myself in the afternoon with a manicure and pedicure. By the time I pulled into the guy’s parking lot, I was feeling both relaxed and excited.

I had packed a duffle with more clothes than I needed, but I figured I’d leave some over at their place. I bought brand new bottles of my shower products: shampoo, conditioner, body wash, loofa, razor. Being prepared was something I had learned in college. Having a travel bag in the trunk in my car, ensured I never did that walk of shame the morning after.

“Moving in already?” Nico smirked when he saw my stuff.

Smiling, I shook my head. “You’re not that lucky, yet.”

He met me with a kiss and took my grocery bag with my toiletries in it. Glancing inside he laughed and headed for the bathroom. “But I’m not wrong, either.”

I just shrugged. He was probably right, it was inevitable, really. I’d never felt so strongly about anyone before meeting them and things with them were hot and heavy immediately. I wasn’t complaining, the chemistry was amazing. I just hoped that in a year from now, we still felt the same.

Marcos walked out of the bedroom a moment later and I smiled at him. Dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a black button-down shirt, he looked sophisticated and dangerous. It was a breathtaking combination.

Thankfully I had texted Marcos earlier in the day and asked what I should wear. When he said dressy, I opted for the little black dress I kept on hand for these sorts of occasions. It hit mid-thigh and I briefly wondered how I might sit on a motorcycle, but figured Marcos wouldn’t tell me to wear a dress if he planned on taking his bike.

“You look beautiful,” Marcos said as he walked toward me. He smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips.

“Thank you,” I murmured as we parted.

Dinner with Marcos was not what I had expected. We hadn’t ended up at some fancy restaurant, no. Instead, he took me out for pizza at a local family-owned place, one of those places that had been in the neighborhood for decades. Afterwards, we hit a club and danced the night away.

Marcos was a surprisingly amazing dancer. God, I loved every minute of dancing with him, from the dips to the spins, to grinding against him. When the music changed to something more Hispanic, Marcos smirked and grabbed my hands. “Ever danced merengue?” His accent thickened as he leaned into speak over the music.

“At a quinceañera, a long time ago.”

He nodded and led me through the moves. It was a series of hip swinging steps while also moving close together before spinning away and back in to each other again. I let him guide me through it all, a smile on my face. His sultry gaze was sinful as he watched my hips sway as I kept up with him. My heart was pounding in my chest every time he pulled me in close and the scent of his cologne was a spicy mix that I knew I would imprint into memory for the rest of my days—along with that night.

After dancing the night away with Marcos at Starlight, he took me back to his place. Jason and Nico were already in bed and the lights in the small living room were dimmed low. Holding my hand, he led me through the apartment, to one of the small three bedrooms in the back. Overall, the apartment was a tight space and I couldn’t see how I would be able to ‘move in’ like they kept talking about—there wasn’t enough room for all my stuff.

I still didn’t understand their zero-to-one-hundred thought process on our relationship. We barely knew each other past being friends with Kara for the last two years, and they had demanded everything from me, immediately. No, ‘hey let’s date’, it gone straight to: you come home with us, we keep you forever.

It set my heart pounding every time I thought of that night—graduation night. Apparently, I had celebrated so much more than just graduating college, as it was the night I had given into their demands.

Following Marcos into his bedroom, I blinked against the bright light as he flipped the switch. “Do you need to wash your face or brush your teeth?”

“Can I shower?”

“Yeah. Whatever you want. Treat this place like your home.” Marcos smiled at me before he started unbuttoninghis dress shirt.

My mouth watered as I watched him. “Do you know where my bag went?”

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