Page 10 of Hat Trick
The love emitting from Clay and Rocky is enough to have my bottom lip quivering. I’m on the side of the venue closest to the wall of windows that overlooks the ocean. Jax and I did our ridiculously choreographed dance, and now all that’s left for me to do tonight is make a speech. Wanting to ward off the vomit that’s building in my throat at the thought of making it, I turn to stare out at the ocean and try to gather myself before someone else sees me crying today.
“Fancy seeing you here.” Two bodies press in behind me, one on each side.
Dom and Emerson.
I spin around to face both of them, finally, and give them a gleeful smile. “Huh, it is fancy seeing both of you here.” I try to keep my voice even, like their bodies and presence don’t have an effect on me. Even though we all know that’s bullshit. My face gives me away every time.
Dom’s deep brown eyes are glowing with a rusty hue from all the sunlight beaming in through the windows that are now behind me. Every time Dom stares at me, it’s as if he can read every thought racing through my mind before I even have a chance to say it.
Then there’s Emerson and his crystal blues that damn-near match the ocean water crashing against the shoreline a couple hundred feet away. His eyes are unlike anything I’ve ever seen, as if I look at them long enough, they’ll have the power to rip me apart and pull me back together.
Dom half-heartedly chuckles, pulling me out of my ogling. “So, Rocky’s sister, huh?” I get how sneaky it seems that I never told Dom my last name, but he didn’t know me like Emerson’s family does. Maybe if either of us wanted more from this—whateverthisis—I would have brought it up. But we don’t. So I kept that little snippet to myself.
And I see the little sting that gives him. He feels like he’s been kept out of the loop. But that wasn’t my intention, and this was our agreement. I kept my end of the bargain. We agreed to keep whatever all this is very surface-level, just for fun. I can’t help that Emerson knew me beforehand, and he didn’t. But, despite how sassy I can be, I don’t say that. I don’t want to hurt his feelings any more than I’m sure they already are. So, instead I say, “Yep… in the flesh. But the better question is, what are you doing here?”
Emerson answers this time. “The twins have the flu and couldn’t make it, so I asked Dom if he wanted to come with me, and he agreed… of course.”
I give Emerson a look that I’m hoping silently communicates, “You didn’t think this one through, did ya?”
And when he smiles slyly back at me, I know the answer is no.
Men.
“Of course,” Dom reiterates before looking over at Emerson.
The way they’re looking at one another, the sexual tension that radiates off the two of them is palpable, and the nosy side of me wants to know more. But that’sagainst the rules, isn’t it? Or are the rules out the window now? I’m not sure I know the answer to those questions, either, so instead I say, “You two lookverydapper this evening.”
Dapper? What the fuck, Liliana?
Both sets of eyes land on me. Mortified that I just said the worddapper, I blurt out, “So are you like… each other’s dates then?”
In slow motion, just like in the movies, both of them turn to look at the other, and smiles pull at their lips. Nonchalantly, both of them answer me at the same time, “Yeah…”
“Oh, how the plot has thickened,” I murmur while steepling my hands together in front of my chest.
“I don’t like when she gets that look…” Dom says to Emerson.
“Yeah, me neither. Nothing good ever comes from that look…”
“That’s not what you said the last time we were driving, and you wanted your—” Emerson’s hand covers my mouth, actively cutting me off from finishing that sentence.
He leans into my ear and whispers, “And you swallowed my cock up real nice on that drive, didn’t you?” I nod my head while his hand is still covering my mouth, and my eyes find Dom’s to see if I can gauge where he is with this whole mess we’ve found ourselves in.
?1Dom seems to be interested, judging by the heat that’s in his eyes, watching Emerson and Itogether.
“And what happened to not talking about our other hookups?” I ask Emerson when he pulls his hand from my face.
“My other hookup ishim, Darlin’,” Emerson replies.
“You two are it,” Dom adds.
“And you two are mine…” I look between them. “Look, I know we have a lot to clear up but… for now… Who’s to say we all can’t play together?” I let them ponder that question for a second before adding, “We’re on vacation; let’s just see where the rest of the weekend takes us?”
They quickly nod in agreement as if they had already discussed this with one another. The three of us are silent for a moment before Emerson speaks. “I still can’t believe you didn’t know Lil was Rocky’s sister.” Emerson shoves Dom. “Do you not go to her as your esthetician? Literally so many people at school go to her for facials and all their other skin care needs. Dom, you’re going to get early wrinkles.” Emerson is stressing over Dom’s skin, and it may be the cutest thing I’ve witnessed.
“Have you ever heard me once mention that I go and see an esthetician? Does this skin look like it needs an esthetician?” Dom’s waving his hands up and down his face and chest with an “are you stupid” expression.
I raise my hands in innocence. “Dom’s skin is glorious. I fear I couldn’t make it look any better.” I lean over towards him and whisper, but make it loud enough for Emerson to hear, “Unless you need a manzilian… now I can help with that.”
