Page 71 of Lucky Boys
“Well, like everything, we’ll agree on the specifics, but say you laid out my clothes for me and helped me dress or made my coffee every morning. Something like that. I don’t want a slave, and I don’t think you’d want that either. I wouldn’t control every aspect of your life. But maybe I’d tell you what to wear one day or pick out your underwear for you. And like I said, it can be fluid. We can even come up with words, so if one day you really aren’t up for that, you can tell me and we’d have a more vanilla day.”
“I’d like that,” I told him honestly.
Luca grinned. “On a similar note, how do you feel about free use?”
Fuck me. I was deceased. But also hard as fuck. I’d always known Luca was my wet dream come to life. Everything he was saying was exactly what I wanted. Touch and acts of service. He was speaking to me soul.
“You mean you having access to my body anytime you want?” Luca nodded. “I feel very good about it. As long as I’m not working. Also, if Diego’s around, you need to get his permission first. I have a feeling his limits might be shifting based off what we talked about, but still, I won’t do anything in front of him without his consent.”
“Of course. I will respect both of those wishes.”
I looked at Maverick. “What about you, Sir?”
He shrugged. “I don’t really need you to make my coffee or dress me, but the rest of it? I think we’re already falling into that dynamic. Yes to free use. Just understand what you’re getting into by agreeing to that with us, boy.” I shifted in my seat and attempted to discreetly adjust myself. I had no doubt that I was in over my head, but I was really fucking tired of holding back from what I wanted.
“I have my safewords,” was all I told him, which had everyone in the room laughing.
There was one thing I had to make clear before this conversation was finished. I straightened my shoulders and looked both Doms in the eyes. “I really want all of this, and I’m so ready to finally have what I’ve craved for so long, but there is something I need to make sure is clear first.”
“Of course.”
“This dynamic can’t interfere with work. I’ll respect you and listen to you as my bosses, but on a job, you can’t be my Doms and I can’t and won’t follow rules or orders that you are giving me as such.” Luca looked like he was going to speak, but I wasn’tdone so I barreled on. “I know y’all already do that with the three of you, so I’m not really worried, but I also know you see me a little differently than you do Skye. Which I love. But I’m good at my job, and I need you to respect that I know what I’m doing and listen to me when it comes to that.”
Luca grabbed my hand. “Thank you for making that clear, Brooks. Absolutely. I trust you implicitly and will absolutely defer to you on your particular skill set. I won’t Dom you when it comes to your job, and I will keep our dynamic separate from that, and I’ll do my best not to be overprotective.”
My shoulders relaxed and I sunk into Skye’s hold. I looked over at Maverick, who tilted his head in acknowledgement. “I also agree, Brooks. Your job is your job. I think we pride ourselves on keeping it separate, and I promise to give you that same respect.”
I wiggled, no longer able to contain my excitement. “Then yes! Do I gotta sign something or what? Because I want this.”
Luca kissed me, and soon Maverick was there as well. I never did sign something, but the four of us all got an extra orgasm in before we went to work.
CHAPTER 28
BROOKS
Skye adjustedmy collar then took a step back, examining every inch of the uniform. I stood awkwardly, not loving the jumpsuit I was wearing. It felt awkwardly baggy in my legs and itchy around my shoulders. I couldn’t wait to get it off. Finally, Skye nodded, satisfied.
“Looking good, sunshine.”
I rolled my eyes. I was sure I looked amazing in this drab gray electrician jumpsuit thing. But if it got us into the Larsen house, I’d wear it.
Skye and I spent an extremely boring day of waiting around a tiny postal pick up hoping that Larsen or someone who could lead us to Larsen would show up. We chatted up the clerk who was friendly and spoke decent English, but she couldn’t give us any real information. Finally at 11:22am a man fitting Larsen’s description walked in to pick up his mail. He was an attractive guy, but nothing about him really stood out. He spoke to the mail clerk in perfect Finnish, friendly and polite, though he didn’t talk for long. He left and then we tailed him to the local grocery store and bought enough for one, maybe two if the second person wasn’t a big eater. Everyone in the shop had known him, and he’d stopped to speak to several people. Not forlong, but he’d been attentive and kind, always asking questions and careful not to give any information away in his perfect Finnish.
It was stressful, and honestly a whole bunch of time just waiting around while this dude did every day errands. He didn’t do anything suspicious and never called or reached out to anyone once. Finally though he headed back to a house and we had a fucking address!
Once we had the location we traded off with Luca and Maverick who staked out the house and tried to find anything they could. From the outside, there was no sign of Matthew, and while Diego tried to hack the guy’s security, he wasn’t having any luck. Which is how we ended up here, wearing an electricians uniform and getting ready to sneak in. Sinche Diego wasn’t having any luck doing it remotely, we’d have to manually put listening devices and bugs in the house. While I was there, we’d also try to give his computer an undetectable virus that would allow Diego access to all his files.
It would also give us a chance to see if Matty was there. None of us could figure out why Damian had stopped making contact, if that was what really had happened. He seemed to be living a normal life in this Finnish village. He might have upped and left the house Covington had provided for him, but he wasn’t covering his tracks particularly well, and if he was as experienced as we guessed, that wasn’t an accident. If Covington really gave a crap, he could’ve found him a while ago. Damian wasn’t hiding—he was getting mail for fuck’s sake. I’d seen him on a smartphone. It seemed like the only person he was trying to avoid was Covington, which rang all kinds of alarm bells.
Anyway, it was a couple days later, and Skye and I were pretending to be electricians to get into the house. It had taken a bit to work out, as none of us knew Finnish and two Americans showing up at his house would be too suspicious. So once again,Luca had called in a favor to Kai and Martinez. They had helped out the Finnish ambassador in Moscow a few years back with something, which was when they’d built the house since they’d fallen in love with the area and had been able to get a favor. So in about twenty minutes, we were meeting an undercover Finnish police officer who would help talk us in.
Ideally, Skye and I could stay quiet, get in, plant the bugs, and get out. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.
I was nervous, though. I never did shit like this. I broke in at night or when the house empty. I didn’t go undercover. I didn’t have to fool a professional. I tugged on the sleeves of my uniform again. They were long enough to cover all my tats, but still, I had to be sure. We were trying to avoid any major identifiable features. I’d even taken out my facial piercings and I would be wearing a hat to hide my hair.
Skye could obviously see how nervous I was and cupped my face, forcing me to look at him. “You got this, sunshine.Wegot this. It’s just like any other job you’ve done. Let the expert do the talking, and you focus on what you’re good at: breaking us into his office and other high-profile rooms and getting these listening devices working.” He planted a big, sloppy, wet kiss on my lips, making me laugh. “And then Diego can do his thing. We’ve all got what we’re good at. You focus on your part and we’ll be golden.”
I chewed on my lip. I got his point. It wasn’t breaking into the office I was nervous about. It was getting into the house to begin with. We wouldn’t even understand what was happening. What if this cop guy was secretly a double agent and told Larsen the truth? We wouldn’t even know until it was too late. What if I got caught on my own? I’d be forced to speak English, and then Larsen would hear I was American and immediately know something was up.
