Page 78 of Inside the Maelstrom: Part Two
“Nope. Strictly dick. Sorry, Big Guy.” I paused. That was probably pretty selfish of me. “Is that… I mean, I have the guys, but I never thought about whether you all would want other women too.”
It burned, but I went on and on about my capacity to love more than one person. Ishouldbe okay with them loving more than one person too.
Evan’s arms tightened around my waist, his fingers playing across my skin. “Not me, Chaos. I didn’t even expect you, although I’m grateful Fate shoved you in my path. The idea of anyone else just feels wrong.”
I kissed the top of his head, then rested my cheek on the spiky surface. “You old romantic.”
He bit the curve of my boob, making me squeal. “Enough with the old thing,” he grumbled. “Now I’ll have to fuck you again just so you know I have stamina.”
“Oh no,” I said with mock distress. “Not again.”
When the guys returned, Hendrick looked sullen. “My father’s trial concludes this week, and the photographers are back out the front. Means we’re trapped in here again for a while.”
I shrugged. I needed a rest anyway, so I wasn’t mad about it.
“That Calypso chick emailed again. Apparently, she’s in New York and wanted to know if we were interested in an interview,” Sampson told him, before coming over to steal me off Evan’s lap. He pulled me tight against his body, and I could feel the semi he had going on behind his perfectly tailored business slacks. “Missed you today, Good Girl. Every time I close my eyes, I remember you in that little black lace thong, on my bed, sucking my cock this morning.”
Mmm, yeah. That was pretty hot. The only thing I’d done with my money today was buy a heap of lingerie since the guys tore through the delicate lace faster than I could replace it. The only ones that were safe were my granny panties.
“Sounds painful,” I purred back.
“Mmmhmm. Wanna kiss it better?” he whispered against my ear, making me shiver.
Suddenly, I was out of his arms and in Drix’s. “Fuck off, Sam. Stop hogging my wife.”
“My fiancé,” Sampson retorted back, though it was good naturedly. That was the most surprising thing about these last crazy few months. Not the weird fortune I inherited or the crazy trip around the world.
No, the most unreal thing about my life now was finding four guys who were all willing to share me, without too much jealousy. Most of the time.
“I’m so lucky,” I said as I leaned back against Hendrick’s chest. “You guys have really taken to this sharing thing.”
Sampson shrugged. “We decided that if one of us butts into our one-on-one Aviva time, then the other guy gets a free shot. Needless to say, Drix has fucking copped more than a few blows the last few weeks.”
The guy in question held me closer, his hand reaching up to squeeze my boob. “Worth it.”
Otto shook his head, flopping down on the couch. “Fucking masochist.”
I looked around at the four men in the apartment. They’d told me about this Calypso, and Otto had showed me the article she did about those rich, predatory fucks in Texas. She seemed ballsy. He also said she was friends with a group that had a relationship like ours. Polyamorous, that was the term Otto had used, and he was smart as hell, so he’d know.
He’d been down at NYU, transferring his credits from his old school to here. Apparently, you could do that if you were rich enough. And we were rich enough now.
“Call the reporter. Set up an interview. I think that if there's going to be a buzz about our relationship, we should be the ones setting the tone, you know?”
It wouldn’t hurt to do it while Drix’s dad was being held up as the corrupt asshole that he was. Might give us a little bit of a sympathy vote rather than being crucified by the general population who believed what we had—and what Otto and Hendrick had between them—was an abomination.
I looked around at the men who’d become an integral part of my life, even after this short time. It was insane, I could recognize that. It was my journey–ourjourney—and that was all that mattered. It may last a year, or a decade, or forever.
However long it might be, I was never going back to the old Aviva. The one who was crippled with sadness. The one who saw nothing, felt nothing, but emptiness. These men filled me up, in different ways. I’d explain that to this Calypso, to the world, and pray they were kind.
Chapter39
Hendrick
Calypso Martinez was not really what I’d been expecting with a name like that. She was beautiful, and when she met my eyes, I could tell she was tough. You’d have to be if you wanted to be taken seriously in the ultra-macho world of bull riding.
She’d brought a photographer with her, a guy named Matty, who sat a little too close and touched her a little too often to be anything but a lover. But she didn’t introduce him as her boyfriend, so it was just an assumption.
Evan let her into the apartment, searching them both with practiced eyes. I mean, it would be ballsy to walk into a house and try and shoot the occupants, but it definitely wasn’t unheard of. Pretty sure it had been the plot of dozens of Hollywood movies.
